Camping Sucks (5/7)

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Happy Birthday feenie!!

I'm always nervous about posting these... 

Title: Camping Sucks (5/7)
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando makes good on his promise.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own the movies they've been in, just playing.
Thank you to dienwand queen_mean_jeanfor the beta!!

Camping Sucks

By Ranmaru

 

 

PART FIVE

 

After they’d eaten and cleaned up, Viggo produced a bottle from his pack and they sat near the fire sipping wine and reminiscing about New Zealand. They didn’t talk about it much anymore, their lives too busy and the city too different from what they’d seen and experienced half a world away. It was nice to remember and laugh over the memories again.

 

Orli was feeling relaxed and only a little drunk when Viggo began to sing in Elvish. He could only smile and hum along softly because he loved to listen to Viggo sing in a language other than English. Spanish was his favorite, the way the words seemed to blend together, the rolling r’s that somehow sounded so damned sexy, no matter what word they were part of, as long as Viggo was saying them.

 

He reached out and trailed the back of his hand over Viggo’s cheek, the stubble tickling his skin. “My handsome Ranger.”

 

Viggo smiled. “You glow in the firelight.”

 

Orli grinned sleepily. “You too.” He finished the wine in his plastic, collapsible cup and stood. “I’d very much like to taste your cock as its dripping with maple syrup.”

 

“I thought you had forgotten,” Viggo told him as he kicked dirt over the fire. Slowly the flames were smothered and the moonlight the peeked through the trees was barely enough to see.

 

They made it into their tent where there was a small battery-powered lantern which Orli switched on so he could watch Viggo undress as he did the same. Every inch of skin revealed was a tease. Orlando was unzipping his jeans when Viggo lay down on the sleeping bag and pushed his jeans over his hips and kicked them away. He was wearing navy blue boxer briefs and the cotton material was stretched tight over his erection. The Brit swallowed as his mouth rapidly filled with saliva.

 

Viggo reached down, hands skimming over his chest, down his flat stomach, to frame his groin. “This what you want?”

 

“Vig…”

 

Orlando forgot about his jeans and knee-walked until he was between the older man’s legs. The ground was hard and rocky and he just knew he was going to wake up with bruises the next morning. He hummed as he nuzzled the damp spot on Viggo’s underwear, tongue flicking out to taste rough cotton and then salty skin. He sucked on Viggo’s index finger and glanced up to see the Dane’s face.

 

“Syrup?” Viggo gasped, mouth open and a slight flush coloring his cheeks.

 

Orlando slid his mouth away with a pop. “In my bag.” He shifted to reach for it but was stopped by Viggo who sat up and lightly gripped the Brit’s chin with his thumb and forefinger.

 

“Make sure none of it goes in my ass.”

 

Orlando blinked. “That’s not where I was planning-“

 

“I know,” Viggo interrupted. He gave Orlando the same look he occasionally gave Henry that said ‘You will listen to me because if you don’t it’s a Bad Thing.’ Henry hated that look but Orli kind of found it to be a turn on.

 

“I’ll be careful,” he promised, his breathing quickening.

 

Viggo nodded and lay back again with a sigh. “Never did the food-sex thing before you,” he said softly. Orlando quickly took off his jeans and underwear and moved back between Viggo’s legs and snagged the elastic of Viggo’s underwear.

 

“I had a girl dump champagne on me and lick it off,” Orli admitted. “When I found out I’d gotten the part. Leggy, I mean.” He shook his head. “Wasn’t that great of an experience.”

 

“What makes you think this will be?” Viggo shifted up to his elbows and gave his lover a grin.

 

“It’s you. And me. And I’m much better with my tongue than she was.”

 

Viggo chuckled. “I have no basis for comparison, but I will agree that you have an amazing tongue.”

 

“Hmm.” Orli tossed Viggo’s briefs over his shoulder. He took a moment to appreciate the vision before him: Viggo on his back, legs splayed wide, one knee drawn up and tilted out, chest pushed out and nipples pointed. His cock was hard and drooling in its nest of dark hair and below that… Orli let out a shuddering sigh. “I want to…” he whispered hoarsely. “Get…get on your hands and knees.”

 

Viggo sucked in a breath and re-positioned himself. “Orli…”

 

“Oh yeah.” Orlando rubbed his hands over Viggo’s ass, thumbs brushing down the crevice, over the dark hole that Orli wanted to taste. He leaned forward and flattened his tongue against Viggo’s skin, dragging his tongue up. Viggo shuddered and pushed back.

 

“Christ,” the Dane moaned and Orlando did it again, and again, and then he began to stab at that tiny hole, flicking his tongue out until the muscle was twitching and the puckered skin was glistening with spit. Orli sucked on a finger then gently pressed in, listening to Viggo gasping and watching the way the older man’s legs were shaking.

 

“I don’t think I need the syrup,” Orli said breathlessly as he pulled his hand back and added another finger, watching as they sank so easily into his lover’s body up to the knuckle. He still wanted to suck Viggo off but his dick was aching and he just wanted in.

 

“Fuck…wait, give me…” Viggo clenched and unclenched his hands in the sleeping back; head hanging low as he tried to regulate his harsh breathing.

 

“Can’t. I need to…” Orli frantically rummaged through his bag one-handed until he found the lube and condoms. He tore open the foil packet with his teeth and held his breath as he pulled his fingers out. He barely heard Viggo’s disappointed sigh as he rolled the condom on and flicked open the cap on the lube. He let some drizzle down the crack of Viggo’s ass and used his thumb to spread it around his hole, pushing the tip of his thumb in and grinning when the older man gasped and tensed. He slicked some over his cock and lined himself up. “You can’t come, okay?”

 

“What?!”

 

There was a roaring in his ears as he moved inside of his lover, inch by fucking tight inch until his thighs hit the back of Viggo’s and he let out the breath he’d been holding. “Don’t…come…”

 

“Little shit,” Viggo gritted. He reached back and slapped Orlando’s leg. “Fuck me.”

 

“Just a sec or this will be over too soon.” Orli rubbed his hands soothingly down Viggo’s back but he knew it was more for himself than his lover. His balls were tight and aching and all he wanted to do was shove himself even farther inside Viggo and come until his brain melted but he had to wait, had to keep it together. Fucking Viggo was all about the sounds the older man made, the words and non-words that were gritted out, cried out, tumbled out as if he couldn’t help himself and that was more of a turn-on than even the fantastic tightness of his ass.

 

“…driving me…Orli…please…” Viggo was shaking with the need to move and Orlando finally felt the edge of urgency fading.

 

“Remember, don’t come,” he repeated and Viggo growled.

 

“Fucking a-ah!”

 

Orlando pulled back then thrust forward hard enough to force Viggo to his elbows and he almost stopped to asked if his lover was okay but he heard “Orli yes” on a moan and knew everything was fine. He gripped Viggo’s hips and let himself just fuck, closing his eyes to better hear Viggo who wasn’t even speaking English anymore and the Brit desperately wished for a moment that he understood Danish.

 

And then the words became grunts and moans and gasps and Orlando couldn’t distinguish whose throat they were coming from. He thrust harder, faster, his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine until it burst throughout his body and his smooth motions became jerky and he suddenly felt the hard ground under his knees but it didn’t matter because he needed to keep pumping, once more, twice, again, again…until he had nothing left.

 

“Christ,” he heard Viggo whisper.

 

Orlando stilled, his body wanting to collapse and enjoy the afterglow but Viggo was tensed and trembling, skin sweaty and glistening in the weak light. Orli carefully pulled out and Viggo whined, pushing back a little to keep him inside for just that much longer and it made something inside Orlando break at how needy the action was.

 

He tied off the condom and left it beside his bag and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup. He watched Viggo slowly lower himself to the sleeping bag and roll to his back. His cock was an angry plum color, straight and drooling on his stomach which rose and fell with each unsteady gasp. The older man crossed his ankles and tightened the muscles in his legs, moaning a little and clutching at the flannel plaid lining of the sleeping bag.

 

“Be feeling that for a while,” he sighed, eyes closed as he relaxed. He smiled a little and Orlando rubbed his hand over Viggo’s chest.

 

“Too hard?”

 

“Mmm, perfect…except…” He opened his eyes, the blue irises only a ring around his dark pupils.

 

“Except?”

 

“Suck me or fuck me again but let me come before my dick explodes.” Viggo reached up and snagged a fistful of Orlando’s hair, forcing the younger man to lean down for a kiss. “Now,” he added when they parted for breath and he gave Orli a nudge.

 

“I’m going to suck you,” Orli told him, twisting the black, plastic cap off of the syrup bottle. “Lick you and suck you until you can’t take it anymore.”

 

“I’m at that point already,” Viggo said, uncrossing his ankles and lifting his hips, his erection bobbing with the movement.

 

Orli grinned a little evilly and, using his index finger, touched the tip of Viggo’s erection, his fingertip covering the slit, and slowly angled the hard cock until it was standing straight up. Viggo sighed and shifted, bending the knee farthest from Orli like an offering. “You’re so fucking sexy,” the Brit whispered feeling stupid for saying something so clichéd and corny but it was so damned true.

 

Viggo hummed, eyes closed as he raised his arms over his head and stretched. “Pour the syrup and lick it all off.” He sounded dreamy and a little high, making Orli shake with silent laughter as he did as his lover demanded.

 

Viggo flinched at the first touch of the sticky liquid then moaned while Orli watched the brown syrup drizzle down into Viggo’s pubic hair. He was careful but could see a thin line heading towards Viggo’s balls and Orli quickly set the bottle aside. He didn’t have room to stretch full out on his stomach between Viggo’s legs so he made do with bending his knees and crossing his ankles in the air like his sister used to when she’d watch telly on the living room floor. Then he shoved any thoughts of his sister away because he was having sex and Sam was in no way a part of it. Ever.

 

He continued to lick and suck at the tight, wrinkled skin of Viggo’s balls, even after the sweet taste of the syrup had faded into the natural saltiness of Viggo’s skin. There was also a trace of lube and latex from the condom and Orlando rubbed his hardening dick against the soft flannel lining of the sleeping bag.

 

“Not that I don’t…ah…appreciate what you’re doing…” Viggo squirmed and hummed low in his throat. “But there are other places you could use your tongue on.”

 

Orli gave a huff of laughter. “Like here?” He ran his tongue up the length of Viggo’s syrup-sticky cock and listened to the older man gasp and groan above him. “I was right,” he noted, beginning to get serious about licking the syrup from the hardness before him.

 

“…’bout what?”

 

“Syrup tastes a lot better on your dick than on pancakes.”

 

Viggo laughed, his fingers threading through Orlando’s hair. “Good to know.”

 

“Hmmm.” Orli inched up a bit to reach the syrup that had glazed Viggo’s pubic hair. “You’re going to need to splash in the river.”

 

“I’m going to take care of this myself if you don’t-“

 

Orlando did his best to deep-throat Viggo, though he couldn’t do it like the professionals. It didn’t seem to matter to Viggo, who let out a shout that might have been Orlando’s name, or maybe he was calling for God, the Brit wasn’t sure. He bobbed his head and lashed his tongue and sucked until his cheeks hurt. The fingers in his hair tightened almost painfully as Viggo directed the pace. And then the Dane stilled, shuddered, and his hips pushed up until Orlando thought he’d choke. He squeezed his eyes shut and just concentrated on swallowing the hot, salty cream jetting into his mouth in short pulses until his lover had nothing left to give.

 

“Orlan…” Viggo gasped, fingers loosening, hands framing Orlando’s face and urging him up to a kiss. Orli rode the sharp rise and fall of the older man’s breaths and fitted himself between Viggo’s legs, his erection trapped between them and sliding in the sweat on Viggo’s stomach.

 

“I just…” Orli let his mouth be taken again and then there were two big hands on his ass, pressing him closer. Viggo made a noise as he thrust up and Orlando gave an internal wince at how sensitive the Dane must be but he needed to get off and it didn’t take much before he was whimpering and shaking in his release.

 

“We’ll both need a dip in the river,” Viggo said a little while later, when their breathing had regulated and Orlando had found the energy to move off of his lover to lay at his side, head on Viggo’s shoulder.

 

“Can I sleep first?”

 

“I’m a little afraid of the maple syrup solidifying in my pubes,” Viggo confessed. “As fun as it was.”

 

“Mmm.” Orlando stretched and rubbed his chin on Viggo’s chest. “Yum.”

 

Viggo laughed, dislodging Orlando and the Brit grumbled about earthquakes and pillows as he moved away. But he wasn’t allowed to get comfortable. “Come on elf. To the river, then sleep.”

 

“It’s too fucking dark, Vig,” Orlando whined even as he dragged himself out of the tent, holding his underwear over his crotch.

 

“Yeah.” Viggo sighed and Orli enjoyed the sight of a naked Viggo in the woods.

 

“We still have water left over from earlier,” Orli reminded him. “I could wash your-“

 

“No.” Viggo held up a hand. “I’ll do it myself. You’ll tease me until I’m hard again and fall asleep.”

 

“I would not!” Orlando denied indignantly. “I’d finish what I started!”

 

Viggo stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the Brit. “Back in the tent. I’ll wash up and bring the cloth in for you.”

 

“You’re sure?”

 

“Go.” Viggo turned Orli and gave him a nudge.

 

Orlando crawled back in and quickly cleaned up; putting away the maple syrup and lube and stuffing the used condom and wrapper into a plastic bag that they’d brought for just that reason. Then he zipped the sleeping bags up a little more and crawled inside. He was asleep when Viggo came in and gently cleaned him up, before getting inside the double bag with his lover and doing the same.

Comments

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

AWWW...LOVELY as always!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

*grin*

[nverland]

have i mentioned that bottom viggo is one of my favorite things?

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Mmhhmmm. Mine too, actually...

[mywiel.livejournal.com]

No need to be nervous about posting this! It's lovely, cute and hot as hell. If that's the outcome of a camping trip maybe I could forget the bad experience with the tent and my general dislike for camping... ;)

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

[invisible-dream.livejournal.com]

hot hot hot!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[eenoogje.livejournal.com]

Don’t…come…”
“Little shit,” Viggo gritted. He reached back and slapped Orlando’s leg. “Fuck me.”

Oh, this is pushing all my buttons.First TOP!Orli and second no girlish talk ;-P

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

I try to stay away from porn cliches and too many "you're so beautiful." I do sometimes toss them in, many times take them out in editing.

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Now I know what I did wrong on all my previous campingtrips.....forgot the maplesyrup!! LOL!

What a great chapter! Bossy Orlando and pushy Viggo! YUM!

Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Maple syrup makes everything better... ^_^

[dreamerswings42.livejournal.com]

See Orlando camping is not so bad, there are perks when you camp with Viggo ;-) Hot chapter!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Love those perks!

[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

Mmmn, I'm glad Orlando you let Viggo clean up - I'm with him that waking up with maple syrup dried in your pubes would be no fun!! Unlike the rest of this chapter which was magical.

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it. I enjoy reading your stuff so much, it's awesome when you say you like my fics!!