Coffee, Tea Or Sex

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Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 21
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind willys_digs
Banner by lotr_gal709
Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul

Chapter Listing: http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewstory.php?sid=13281

Chapter 21

The rest of the night went swiftly for Orlando. The two older gentlemen had received their meals and eventually drifted off into a conversation about some gay rights committee that they were both involved in. He was relieved, for he felt like they were undressing him with their eyes each time he had approached the table.

Orlando had put off what he could no longer, he walked slowly back to the table at the end of their meal, the little black checkbook in his hand with the gentleman’s check enclosed. He laid it down on the table with a forced smile.

“I’d like to thank you both for coming in tonight,” he said with a small nod of his head.

“It was our pleasure I assure you,” Ian smirked looking into the nervous brown eyes.

“Yes indeed,” Christopher replied. “Now be sure young Orlando, to give my business card to your er, friend.”

“I will,” he answered smiling. “Is there anything else I can get you this evening?”

“I think we are both quite content Orlando,” Ian smiled slyly. “It has been a most enlightening evening to be sure.”

Christopher pulled his wallet out and placed his business credit card in the book. Orlando nodded and left to finish their bill. He ran the card through the debit machine knowing it would be accepted and eager for the night to be over with. He was wanting to see Viggo and the night had dragged on for too long in that regard.

He returned to the table and lay the checkbook down. “If that will be everything I thank you both for coming in and hope to see you again soon.”

“Well of course we will be back,” Ian smiled.

“Yes indeed,” Christopher seconded.

“Okay then, I will see you on your next visit,” he smiled the best he could, gave a slight nod of his head again and walked away as quickly as possible.

Christopher grabbed the book and glanced over the bill, checking to see if everything was included. He signed the receipt and pulled some bills out of his wallet, and closed it back up and set it aside. “So,” he sighed as he stretched his long legs out under the table. “You ready for some dessert?”

“What did you have in mind?” Ian asked casually.

“Oh nothing extravagant. Just the usual, Ian ala mode,” Christopher winked.

“You have whip cream at your place?” Ian asked grinning.

“Wouldn’t be without it,” he laughed as he stood from the table.

“It’s a shame really,” Ian commented as they stood and walked towards the exit. “It’s a shame that Orlando couldn’t join us.”

Christopher chuckled, “I think our sweet Orlando may have other plans for the night. Didn’t you notice how often he checked his watch?”

“The only thing that I noticed,” Ian paused and leaned in to whisper softly. “Was that fine ass of his.”

They both laughed as they walked out into the cool evening.


Orlando watched in relief as the two men finally left and went over to clear the table. He stuffed the checkbook in his apron and proceeded to clear the rest of the table and take the dishes back to the kitchen. After he lay down the last one, the manager came and told him he was free to go for the evening and to cash out his tickets.

Orlando grinned with excitement. He would not argue with that. He was going home early which meant less pay, but also meant that he got to see Viggo sooner and he was very eager for that.

Orlando took the last book out of his apron and opened it and looked inside. It was from the two older men. He found two $100 bills inside and grinned. ‘Well that certainly made up partially for the leering looks.’ He put the money in his pocket and went to gather his coat.



By the time he made it out the door and down the street. His heart had started to beat faster. Not from the exertion from the walk, but the feeling that things may go either way tonight. He didn’t know if Viggo would tell him he didn’t want to see him anymore or tell him that they had to meet in secret. He didn’t think he could bare the first.

As he approached the hotel, he looked around one last time before heading into the lobby and straight to the elevators. Once inside he let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t seen anyone following him for which he was extremely grateful. He didn’t want to give Viggo’s wife any ammunition to use against them.

The bell finally pinged when he reached the designated floor. He walked out slowly and took the paper out of his pocket again. Room 1120. He looked at the numbers on each door and took a deep breath when he found the one he had been looking for. He stood nervously outside looking down the corridor and then quietly knocked on the door.



Viggo looked up at the quiet tap on the door. He looked down at his watch and noticed it was a little too early for Orlando, ‘But who else would be coming? Certainly not Sean or Chloe. He got out of the chair and lay the medical journal down that he had been reading and walked quickly over to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was Orlando. He felt a smile come to his face immediately and he opened the door quickly and reached out and pulled the young man in.

Orlando let out a loud squeak as he was suddenly pulled into the room. He had been looking down the hall and didn’t expect to be pulled so forcefully into the room.

Viggo shut the door quickly and pulled the young man into his arms and kissed the parted lips. His hands reaching around and bringing the warm body closer, and pressing their frames tightly together.

“Mmmm Viggo,” Orlando moaned as his mouth was invaded by an eager lips and even eager tongue.

“Mmmm Orlando,” Viggo moaned back as he pulled away and kissed down Orlando’s neck, sending shivers down the young man’s spine. He could feel the quiver go through the supple body as he nipped hard on one sensitive spot that he had found from their previous encounter.

“Viggo,” Orlando sighed as his eyes closed and relished the wonderful sensations floating through his body. His hands coming up to grasp Viggo’s head and to bring their mouths together once again. He intertwined his fingers through the soft hair, pulling slightly at the ends.

Viggo kissed him back with equal force all the while walking him steadily backwards into the adjoining room until the back of Orlando’s knees hit the bed and he let out a loud gasp as he was lowered backward and Viggo’s strong body landed solidly atop of his, their lips never leaving each others during the journey.

Suddenly Viggo pulled back and looked down at Orlando’s flushed face. He smiled. “Hi,” he said.

Orlando blinked dumbly for a few moments and swallowed. “Hey,” he spoke softly. “I missed you.”

Viggo traced the line of Orlando’s jaw, noticing all the fine details of his face. He brought the finger back up to Orlando’s curved lips and traced those even more gently. “I missed you too,” he rasped softly giving them another gentle kiss.

“Good,” Orlando breathed with a sigh of relief. That must mean things were semi okay and he wouldn’t be sent away. He hoped.

Viggo leaned down again and brought his lips to Orlando’s and grazed over them softly. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Not for food,” he answered as he brought his lips back to Viggo’s eagerly.

“Hmmm, you smell like fettuccine. I could eat you right now,” he rasped as he nibbled on his ear.

“Maybe I should have brought some alfredo sauce and let you lick it off me?” he suggested.

“Oh my favorite two dishes, Orlando ala alfredo. I could eat that everyday,” he chuckled.

“Maybe next time,” Orlando offered as he raised his hips and rubbed them against Viggo’s groin.

Viggo inhaled sharply at the spike that shot through his groin. “Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Next time,” he growled as he rubbed his cock against Orlando’s bulge.

“Clothes off!” Orlando gasped as he reached for Viggo’s shirt.

“Oh yeah!” Viggo agreed readily as he helped take his own shirt off and undid Orlando’s black vest and attacked the multitude of buttons. He pulled back the two sides and immediately latched onto one dark taut nipple, causing Orlando to squirm.

“Yesss!” he hissed as his back arched and Viggo bit down harder. “More.”

Viggo grabbed the other straining nipple and rolled it between his finger and thumb. “Mmmmm, these taste good, so sweet,” he murmured as he nipped and licked to soothe.

“Viggo,” Orlando moaned as he felt jolts of pleasure shooting through him. “I need….”

“What baby?” he asked as his tongue worked around the distended numb.

“Need your mouth….down,” he gasped as he grabbed Viggo’s head and pulled it away and pushed it down towards his groin.

Viggo smiled and made his way down the taut body. He undid the button on Orlando’s sleek pants and lowered them slowly over his narrow hips and the prominent bulge. He flung them and his shoes across the room.

“Yes, yes,” Orlando chanted. “Touch me please; I need you to touch me.”

“I need you too baby,” he rasped as he grabbed the waistband of Orlando’s boxers and pulled them over the straining cock. Viggo heart lurched in his chest as he saw the hard cock bounce against Orlando’s belly as the boxers came off. The tip wet and dark, just waiting to be sucked.

“Mmmm,” Orlando groaned as his body was finally naked and he stretched across the bed. “Come on Viggo,” he panted. “Come taste me.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice baby,” he growled as he crawled up the bed.

“Then hurry,” was the whispered response.

“Just enjoying the view,” he drawled as he brought his hands to touch along the solid length. Enjoying the feel of the hard length in his hands.

“Oh yes,” Orlando cried out. “That’s it Viggo, yes, more.”

Viggo rubbed his fingers through the wet slickness at the tip of Orlando’s cock, rubbing the fluid slowly around the head. “You’re so wet,” he whispered as he leaned his head down and blew across the tip, watching as the cock jerked at the intense sensation.

“Viggo,” Orlando whined. “Don’t tease.”

“Not teasing,” he whispered softly as he licked along the length to the tip and down the underside along the thick vein. “Just…making it good for you.”

“Hmmm,” came the hoarse moan as his hips arched upwards. “Please,” he whispered as the teasing lick was repeated.

“It would be a pleasure,” Viggo growled as he swallowed the taut flesh in one swoop.

Orlando cried out as his cock was taken all the way in and he grasped at the sheets tightly, twisting the ends as he moaned as Viggo sucked him with reckless abandon.

“Oh God, oh God Viggo,” he cried out as his legs started to trembled.

Viggo ran his hands along Orlando’s ass and slid his finger against the taut hole.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out as Viggo pushed inside him. His back arched again and he came quickly as the duel sensation became too much for him to hold back any longer.

Viggo swallowed his come quickly as the hot semen hit the back of his throat, and he gently brought the tense body back down on the bed.

Orlando lay boneless on the bed. His hair plastered to his head, his body covered in a sheet of sweat. His eyes were closed and he drifted on a post orgasmic cloud.

“Orlannnnndo!” he heard in the distance. It sounded far away. He wanted to sleep he wanted to enjoy this feeling forever. But he heard the voice again.

Viggo moved up his lover’s still sated form. He brushed back the damp curls from his dampened forehead. He kissed the hot flushed cheeks and whispered his name. “Orlando, baby, come back to me love.”

Orlando slowly blinked his eyes. His vision was unfocused. “Viggo?”

“Yeah, it me baby, you still with me?”

“I think so,” he whispered. “That was so….so intense. Wow!”

“It certainly was wow,” Viggo agreed as he brushed the curls back again.

Orlando looked up at Viggo. “The things you make me feel Viggo. I have never felt them so intense with anyone else.”

Viggo felt a smile tug at his lips. “I’m glad,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed Orlando softly. “You make me feel that way too.”

Orlando smiled back and reached a trembling hand up to stroke along Viggo brow. “I think I love you!”

Viggo closed his eyes, his heart felt ready to burst. “I’m glad baby,” he said hoarsely, as he kissed Orlando wrist. “Because I know I love you.”

Tbc……

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“You’re so wet,” he whispered as he leaned his head down and blew across the tip

That's so debauched to me, I love it! And I love Ian and Christopher too, hopefully they'll be more of them in future chapters!

So excited that you updated, it's been too long!