vigorli

Five months since my last real visit here and my computer locks up when I try to post. Here's hoping the second time is the charm. Well, this popped into my head tonight as I was waiting for something to download. Barely any details but we all know and love them, so details can be imagined, yeah? Rough and unedited, but an offering after so long that feels mighty good to post.

Title: Regular Sex
Author: Ranmaru
Rated: R
Summary: Does it have to involve pirates?
Disclaimer: Seriously, who in their right minds would give these lovely men to me? I mean come on...

Viggo looked up from the book he was reading when Orlando entered the bedroom. The Brit was naked, skin still glistening with missed droplets from his shower. He was vigorously toweling his hair, humming something so out of tune the older man thought he’d never figure out the song even if he’d written it himself. He slipped the bookstore receipt between the pages to mark his place and set the book on his bedside table so he could give his full attention to his lover.

“A shower before bed,” he observed, grinning when Orli did a hip shimmy, causing his flaccid penis to jiggle. “Either you did some hardcore shopping with Samantha or I’m a very lucky man this evening.”

Orli tossed the towel towards the laundry basket, missed entirely but ignored it to crawl up on the bed. “I’m not sure about your present luck, but I can say with some authority that within a few moments you will be getting lucky.” He drew back the blankets to look disapprovingly at the boxers Viggo was wearing. “Add a second or two for clothes removal,” he muttered, plucking at the elastic waistband and letting it snap back against Viggo’s skin.

“You said not to wait up,” Viggo reminded him.

“I’ve been home for ages.”

“I’ve been in bed for ages.”

Orli frowned. “Take them off so you can fuck me properly.”

“These are built for convenience,” Viggo reminded him, reaching down to pull his awakening cock through the boxer’s slit. He stroked it, sighing. “Just slick up and climb aboard.”

“Arr, matey,” Orli muttered then grinned. “Want to play pirates?”

“Only if you’re the ravished maiden.” Viggo sat up and grabbed Orlando by the shoulders, twisting to push his snickering lover down on his back. He kicked away the blankets and loomed over his ‘captive.’ “You’re not looking very scared,” he pointed out. “You’re an actor, act.”

“Oh! Brutal pirate!” Orli exclaimed in falsetto. “Don’t ravish me until I’m screaming in ecstasy!”

Viggo rolled his eyes. “I’m going to be bleeding from the ears if you keep that up.”

“How about…” Orli went limp and looked up at Viggo with wide, frightened eyes. “Please,” he whispered with a catch to his voice. “Don’t…stop.”

“Don’t stop?” Viggo’s eyes narrowed as desire sliced through him and he balanced on one elbow, using his free arm to reach down and push at his boxers until he could wriggle out of them. Orli moaned, his eyes closing as he undulated into Viggo’s movements.

“Don’t…touch me…”

“You’re words are telling me two different things,” Viggo murmured, sliding his hand up Orlando’s thigh, over his hip and stopping when the inside of his am brushed against his lover’s erection and Orli sucked in a breath.

“Hard to lie.” Orli swallowed and opened his eyes half-way. “When I want it so much.”

“Even from a man like me? Old, scruffy, occasionally…brutal?” Viggo moved his arm, the soft mushroom head of Orlando’s penis rubbing against Viggo’s skin, hot and getting wet from Orlando’s excitement.

“I don’t care about how you look, or how old you are.” Orli cupped the side of Viggo’s head, fingers threading through his lover’s hair, a little longer than usual since the artist had been shutting himself away for the last few weeks and ignoring such mundane things as haircuts or shaves. The bristles of Viggo’s beard tickled the heel of his hand. “And your brand of brutality has a history of making me beg for more.”

“Not quite pirate material, though.”

“I make a sexy but entirely too willing to be ravished maiden.”

“Just regular sex then?”

“You make it sound like a trial.” Orli tugged sharply at a lock of Viggo’s hair. “I happen to like “just regular sex” with you.”

Viggo let out a resigned sigh and flopped over on his side, wincing when Orli didn’t let go of his hair and managed, after a brief struggle, to retrieve his hair. He huffed as he rubbed his abused head. “Ow, dammit.” He glared at his lover. “I was about to suggest we go back to my original idea of you riding me, but now you can forget it.”

Orli sat up and reached for the half-empty, clear plastic bottle on his nightstand. “Ha!” He flipped the cap back with his fingernail. “That’s what you think.”

Viggo pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing as he watched Orlando pour a generous pool of lubricant into his cupped hand. “My dick, my rules,” he said, cupping both hands over said organ.

Orlando snorted and set the bottle back on the table. He twisted to the side and stood up beside the bed, cupped hand held low. He dipped two fingers of the other hand in the lube and rubbed them against his thumb. “Just for that, you can’t watch.” And with that, he stalked out of the room, presumably to go into the bathroom to prepare himself for what Viggo was planning to be an all-night session of sex.

Just regular sex.

He chuckled to himself and reached for the lube. Might as well have a bit of fun while he waited…

END