FIC: Camping Sucks (7/7)

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

And we've reached the end. Trying to finish a couple of word prompts that I'd gotten a few weeks ago before November. Might take December off to recover from NaNo and deal with the holidays. Not sure yet. I can't wait to post Wednesday's fic... Anyone a former Girl Scout? *snicker*

Title: Camping Sucks (7/7)
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Summary: The end of the adventure.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own anything they've been in, just playing.
Thank you to dienwand queen_mean_jeanfor the beta!

 

Camping Sucks

By Ranmaru

 

 

PART SEVEN

 

They were about to pass an empty campsite when Orlando insisted they stop and have lunch. They weren’t far from the truck but far enough away from the nearest restaurant that the Brit knew he’d be starving long before they reached it. Orlando started the fire but excused himself to a call of nature. When he returned, Viggo was already cooking what he’d packed for lunch. Orli was horrified.

 

“I object!”

 

Viggo froze, arm half extended towards the fire. “You what?”

 

“I object.”

 

“To what?”

 

Orlando gestured to the hotdog speared at the end of the stick in Viggo’s hand. “That’s meat.” He might not be a strict vegetarian, but he drew the line at some things.

 

“No it’s not.”

 

“Okay, whatever it is, lips and assholes? That’s right, right? Well, its still meat and I object to its presence on the menu.” The Brit crossed his arms over his chest and nodded.

 

Viggo let out a sigh that could have been heard in the next state. “It’s one of those veggie dogs, so if the peanut gallery has no further objections?” He waited only a second before holding the limp frank over the flames.

 

“Veggie dogs?” Orli was feeling very stupid as Viggo looked up.

 

“The ones with the tofu that you like so much.”

 

“Oh. Should I apologize?”

 

“If it would make you feel better.”

 

“Would it make you feel better?”

 

Viggo twisted the stick to roast the dog on the other side and frowned at his lover. “Are you trying to be an ass?”

 

“I’m so good I don’t have to try, I guess.” Orli tugged at a lock of his hair in frustration. Things had been going so well.

 

“No, you don’t have to apologize. And stop beating yourself up for being a natural asshole. Some would call it a gift, not a curse.”

 

“Do you?”

 

“Sure. All you have to do now is get certified. Then you’ll be a professional asshole and you’ll fit right in in Hollywood.”

 

“I’m not sure what that means.”

 

“It means your tofu dog is ready. Do you want ketchup or mustard?”

 

“Neither.”

 

“Plain?”

 

“You didn’t offer relish.”

 

“Don’t have any.”

 

“Well then.”

 

Viggo used the untoasted bun to pull the hot dog from the stick and passed it over to Orli. “I only brought one each,” Viggo warned. “But we can find something on the way home.”

 

Orli studied the hole the stick had made in the tofu dog and flicked away a piece of bark. “I really am a prissy elf,” he said more to himself than to Viggo but the other man answered.

 

“And I am on occasion a filthy human. Does it matter?”

 

“Not really.” Orli bit into his faux hotdog. It was better cooked over a fire, he decided. He told Viggo.

 

“Most food usually is.”

 

“Wonder why that is,” Orli mused.

 

“Maybe it’s a sense memory from our ancestors. When you think about it, we’ve been eating fire-cooked meals for much longer than we’ve used electricity.”

 

“I never thought of it that way.” Orli finished his lunch and brushed off his hands. “This has been kind of fun.”

 

Viggo grinned. “You’re lying but its okay.”

 

“No, I’m not, not really.” Orli rested his hand on Viggo’s knee. “I like spending time with you. I like listening to you talk and how it feels when you listen to me. You…didn’t bring your camera.”

 

“No.”

 

“Why not?” Orli had only just realized it. Viggo rarely went anywhere without his camera lately.

 

“I knew I’d get caught up in it and I just wanted to…be with you. No interruptions.”

 

“Like when you’re with Henry.” Orlando pressed his forehead into Viggo’s shoulder, his stomach doing somersaults as it normally did when he realized how much he was loved by this man.

 

“When we go to the cabin,” Viggo said quietly, “I’m going to lick maple syrup off your cock.”

 

Orlando chuckled. Maybe he hated the bugs, but he was definitely seeing the better side of camping.

 

 

The End

Comments

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Oh just lovely! But does this mean there will be a sequel with the title: The delights of 'cabin'-camping? and maybe they can stay longer than one night? And play with more foodstuff?

I know this makes me seem very greedy, but what can I say....reading about camping is vacation enough for me...and a lot more fun then going camping myself!!! LOL!

Thanks for sharing, and good luck in November! See you when the muses work again (well and wednesday ofcourse!) Hugs and kisses!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

There were so many requests for a sequel that it sparked more in my head. It won't get written until after NaNo though. Glad I could give you a little micro-vacation!

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

January is a very, VERY dark and dreary month.....might be a good month for a sequel? ***grins!***

btw, will we be able to read the results of your Nanowriting?
I think I would like to.....

Thanks! *hugs!*