Another Anglican Doorway Story
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jule1122Because I tend to get caught up in the spirit of things, I volunteered to write a replacement story for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anglicandoorway. Hopefully the recipient of this one will like it.
Title: Love In Motion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jule1122
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Request:lostmyfish requested someone's locked out
Summary: A surprise doesn't go as planned
Warnings: None
Beta: The wonderfulmiss_ariel
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction and a product of my imagination. I have never met nor do I know anything about the people in this story particularly their sexual preferences. No money is being made off this story
Author’s Note: Title taken from the Erasure song "Love The Way You Do So." This is a replacement story so I hope it comes close to whatlostmyfish was looking for.
Orlando dropped his bag with a thud and tried to unlock the door. He frowned in confusion when the key didn’t fit. After studying it as carefully as the darkness allowed, he realized it was the key to his trailer. His trailer which was on the set in the Caribbean, and did him absolutely no good in Idaho. Ten minutes of fruitless searching and colorful swearing later, he had to admit he’d left the rest of his keys on set. The next ten minutes were spent banging on the door and calling for Viggo, but there was no response. It was only then that he thought to check the driveway. A quick scan showed his rental car sitting there alone. Viggo’s truck was missing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Orlando muttered. He couldn’t imagine where Viggo could be at two in the morning. He and Henry were supposed to be staying here until it was time for Henry to start school. With his luck, they were on some hippie road trip. But he’d called Viggo at the house this afternoon so they couldn’t be far.
But how the fuck was he supposed to find them? Then he remembered Henry had a cell phone. Orlando fished through his pockets until he found his own phone. He turned it on and held his breath exhaling in relief when he saw he had full signal. “Yes, I can hear you now!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Thank God for that Verizon guy; he’d have to send him something.
A few minutes later Henry’s sleepy voice greeted him. “Henry, its Orli. Listen, is your dad with you?”
There’s was no answer just some rustling noises before Viggo spoke, “Orlando what’s wrong?”
“Nothing love, except I’m standing on the porch and you’re not here.”
“The porch on the house in Idaho?” Viggo didn’t sound much more awake then Henry had.
“Surprise!”
“Fuck.”
“I was hoping to. So where are you?”
“I took Henry camping for a few days. Look, we’re only about an hour away. Give me a few minutes to get my stuff together and I’ll come back. I’ll call you once I’m on the road. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me either love. Be careful.” Orlando hung up reluctantly. An hour was going to seem like an eternity especially stuck out here alone in the dark. He wandered over to the barn and said hello to the animals while he waited for Viggo to call.
He jumped about a foot when the phone finally rang sounding unnaturally loud compared to the quiet night. Orlando hurried to answer it, “Hello.”
“So are you waiting for me in bed?”
“That sounds lovely, but apparently in my rush to get here, I left my keys on set.”
“You’re kidding,” Viggo laughed. “No big deal. The lock on the back door is pretty flimsy. Just force it, and we can replace it later.”
“You’re forgetting the state of the art security system Robin insisted you install once she found out about this place. The one with the keypad inside the house that can only be activated once the key is used to unlock the door. We wouldn’t want someone wandering in and finding my knickers in your drawers, or is that my drawers in your knickers?” Orlando giggled.
“Shit, sorry Orli I guess you’re stuck until I get there.”
“She doesn’t know I’m here. Robin, I mean, I didn’t tell her,” Orlando dropped his voice to a whisper.
“Orlando, why are you whispering?” Viggo asked apparently unaware he’d whispered himself.
“I don’t want her to hear me. She probably has the place bugged.”
Viggo laughed loudly. “Robin does not have the house bugged. The FBI maybe, but not Robin.”
“The FBI!” Orlando squeaked having missed the teasing note in Viggo’s voice. “Fuck Viggo, did you get yourself on one of the dissident lists? With the bloody Patriot Act, they could have you under surveillance.”
“I was joking. No one is watching me, not even a stalker. I promise.”
“You should have a stalker Viggo although you’d probably make friends with them. I was kind of like your stalker back in New Zealand and look where that got me,” Orlando started giggling again.
“Orli, are you drunk?”
“No just a bit slap happy. It took way too many planes to get here. I miss you.” The last words were a sigh.
“I’ll be there soon. So how did you manage this visit?”
“We have three day break while they change sets, and I’m not needed for two days after that. I was bitching to Johnny about how I’d love to come see you, but Robin would pitch a fit. So he set everything up.”
“That was nice of him. Remind me to thank him next time I sneak down for a visit.”
“Yeah, well he gets a kick out this stuff. Said he can’t miss a chance to fuck with the Hollywood establishment. Kiera said it’s really because he’s a big romantic. I think she’s been gossiping with Vanessa again.” Orlando settled into one of the chairs on the porch while they talked. It was nice just to have time for a real conversation, and it kept him from dwelling on how much longer he had to wait.
“So Kiera’s in on this too?”
Orlando shrugged forgetting Viggo couldn’t see him. “She thinks we’re cute together. She’s so much like Liv it’s scary sometimes.”
“Don’t tell me she wants pictures too?” Viggo groaned.
“Of course, she asked for videos just like the rest of them. I told her she’d go on our porn mailing list with Liv, Miranda, Ian, Fran, Craig, Exene. You know your ex-wife’s interest in our sex life is a bit disturbing.”
“Not as disturbing as your sister’s,” Viggo shot back.
“You may have a point, but I think Sam just wants to sell them to her friends. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I’m sure I forgot some people; the list is getting a bit long.”
“Elijah might have asked me to add him the last time I saw him, but I draw the line at sending sex tapes to Frodo.”
“We should send out a DVD and tell them we’ve finally given in to all their begging. I’m not sure what we’ll actually put on it something really disturbing, but then we can see who would actually watch it. Oh shit Viggo, I forgot about Henry. We shouldn’t be talking about making our own porn in front of your son.” Orlando blushed even though he was by himself.
“Henry’s not with me,” Viggo reassured him. “He decided to stay behind. Told me we could come get him sometime tomorrow. I think he was trying to give us some privacy.”
“I knew I loved your son.” They both fell silent for a while. Orlando became restless again, pacing the porch and trying to identify the distant sounds he could hear. “It’s a little creepy out here, love. There’s almost no moon; I can’t believe how dark it is. Reminds me of the night we got lost during filming. But I had you with me then.” Orlando sighed again his voice wistful.
“I’ll be there soon; I promise. You could wait in the barn. The animals would be happy to keep you company.”
“I already said hello to all of them, but it’s too hot and there are too many bugs in there. I’m fine out here. Just been a long day and I hate for it to end with my being eaten by a grizzly bear. That’d be a hard one to cover up, yeah. Robin could fly my body back to the set and pretend it was a shark attack. Can’t have me outed at my own funeral.” Orlando laughed a bit hysterically.
“Are you sure you’re not drunk? Did Johnny send wine with you?” Viggo asked suspiciously.
“Of course he sent wine, but I didn’t open it. It’s in my bag for later. I’m not drunk, really. Just tired and horny.”
“Tired and horny? I’m still about ten minutes away. Which one would you like to start on?” Viggo’s voice had a seductive edge to it.
“What do you think lover?” Orlando lowered his voice to match. His heart jumped in anticipation. As much as he was looking forward to finally having Viggo in the flesh, so to speak, he wasn’t opposed to some bonus phone sex.
“Take off all your clothes, get your lube and go to the couch.”
Orlando complied quickly; glad he had talked Viggo into getting cushioned wicker furniture for the porch. “How do you want me?”
“Lie down on your back. Put your right arm behind your head and your left foot on the ground. Your right leg. . . ” Viggo paused. Orlando waited patiently for the rest of his instructions. He knew Viggo liked to get an exact picture in his mind, and while he might take a while to decide what he wanted, the results were always spectacular.
“Bend your right knee so your foot rests flat on the couch. Let your leg fall as far to the side as you can. I want your legs spread nice and wide. Yeah, that’s right.”
Orlando let Viggo know once he was in position. He tucked the phone tucked between his right arm and ear. “Now what, love? What do you want me to do?”
“Use your left hand to touch yourself. Skim it lightly all over your body. I want you to find all your sensitive spots and give them some attention. Maybe tease your nipples a bit, stroke the inside of your thigh or that spot just under your balls. Whatever feels good, but not to much. Just enough to make you ache.”
“Feels good Viggo. There’s a slight breeze and the air brushing across my naked body feels like your breath. My eyes are closed so I can imagine you are already here with me.” Orlando touched himself the way Viggo instructed letting the need build slowly.
“I can see you Orlando. I know just what you’d look like. All stretched out and relaxed your hand drifting up and down your body, stopping now and then to concentrate on a special spot. You said your eyes are closed; I bet your head is thrown back and your mouth is open just a bit. I can see your tongue peak out so you can lick your lips. I wish we had a full moon tonight Orlando. I’d love to see you drenched in moonlight all golden glowing skin and silky dark hair. God you are so gorgeous I could come just from looking at you.”
Orlando whimpered when he heard the need and desire in Viggo’s voice. “I need you so much Viggo. Please hurry.”
“I’m almost there. I want you to touch your cock now. Stroke it slowly. Feel every inch of it; feel it get hard and heavy in your hand. I heard you moan. Do you like that Orlando?”
“So much, I’m so hard for you Viggo,” Orlando moaned again as he spoke.
“Good, now I want you to cover your fingers with the lube. Get yourself ready for me. I’ll be home in just a few minutes and I want to be able to slide right inside you. Do you want that Orlando?”
“Yes,” Orlando hissed as he began to prepare himself. He’d just slipped a third finger into his own body when he heard the phone disconnect and a car door slam. He opened his eyes and saw Viggo walking toward him already removing his clothes. He started to get up, but Viggo held out a hand to stop him.
“Don’t move. Stay there and let me look at you. Please,” Viggo added softly.
Orlando stilled using the time to take in the sight of his lover. He’d missed him so much; it was a joy just to see him. Naked now, Viggo knelt on the floor next to Orlando. The eyes met and Orlando smiled when he saw the love and tenderness in Viggo’s gaze. He hoped Viggo saw the same in his eyes.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here,” Viggo spoke almost reverently. He kissed Orlando then, gently and with gratitude. The next kiss was harder filled with love and welcome. Then finally he kissed him with passion and urgency.
Orlando leaned into the kiss desperate for more contact. He brought his hands up cradling Viggo’s head and pulling him closer. But Viggo pushed his hands away. He moved Orlando’s arms above his head and held them there.
“Not this time Orli. You can touch next time, but now let me thank you for this wonderful surprise.” Viggo slid his hands down Orlando’s arms as he spoke. Orlando shivered at the gentle touch. He let his arms fall to his sides not protesting Viggo’s request that he not touch him. He wanted to, but when Viggo spoke to him like that, his voice husky with desire, Orlando could deny him nothing.
Viggo stood then and brought his body over Orlando’s. He kissed him again smiling at the groan Orlando let out when he pulled back. “Let me touch you for a minute.” He pulled Orlando to him pressing their bodies as close together as possible. His hands trailed up and down Orlando’s back. Then he pressed their groins together.
Orlando moaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. “Please Viggo,” he begged.
“Almost, but I want to taste you first. Quickly I promise, then I’ll give you what we both want.” Viggo carefully lowered Orlando back onto the couch. He squirmed underneath him as Viggo licked a path down the center of his chest. He pushed his hips up eagerly when Viggo’s mouth neared his cock. Orlando was rewarded when Viggo responded by running his tongue along the underside of his erection then taking it into his mouth. While his mouth teased Orlando’s cock, Viggo moved his hand to his entrance pressing two fingers against it and then inside.
Viggo pulled his mouth away and smiled at Orlando. ‘You’re ready for me just like I asked.” There were a few minutes of fumbling while they tried to find a position that would worked. Orlando ended up almost sitting at one end with his back supported by the arm of the couch. Viggo knelt between his legs wrapping them around his waist and pulling Orlando’s ass to him. Then finally, Viggo pushed inside Orlando.
“God, that’s so perfect,” Orlando moved into the thrust encouraging Viggo to move. “I want you deeper. Let me feel it.”
Viggo moved quickly with hard deep thrusts. “I dream about this every night. I wake up dying to be inside you.”
“I dream about it to. Open your eyes love.” Orlando lifted Viggo’s chin so he could see his face. “I want you to watch me. I want you to see me come. See what you do to me.” Orlando struggled to keep his own eyes open as he climaxed. “God Viggo so good, so good,” he chanted.
A few thrusts later Viggo cried out his name, and Orlando felt him come inside him. Viggo collapsed against him pulling them both down so Orlando once again lay flat on his back. Orlando stroked his hair and held him close. “That was amazing love. I’ve missed this, missed you so much. I love you, you know. More than anything.” He felt it so strongly in moments like these, the connection between them. He cherished every second he had with Viggo. It gave him something to hold onto when they were apart.
Viggo looked up then his eyes suspiciously damp. “I love you too. You are my heart Orlando. Don’t forget that.” He traced the side of Orlando’s face with his hand before resting it in his hair idly twirling the curls on his finger. “I don’t want to move, but we should go inside. There’s a nice big bed waiting for us.”
“Sounds good,” Orlando shamelessly stared at Viggo’s ass when he walked over to where he’d left his jeans. He listened to him rustle through them before growing impatient. “Hurry up; we have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Orlando,” Viggo began sheepishly, “we have a problem. I don’t have the keys.”
“Very funny, now get your gorgeous ass over here.”
“I’m not kidding. They’re with Henry.”
“What do you mean they’re with Henry?” Orlando’s heart sank. He knew when Viggo refused to look at him he was telling the truth.
“He took them, said he didn’t trust me not to lose them wandering through the woods.” Viggo came back up on the porch and stood in front of Orlando.
“What about the truck keys?”
Viggo shook his head, “We drove up here so those are the keys”
“For L.A.,” Orlando finished for him. He buried his face in his hands and laughed. “I can’t fucking believe this. So now what?”
“We go get them. Come on,” Viggo held his hand out to Orlando.
Orlando took his hand, but made no move to get up. “Fuck it, we’ll stay here tonight and get the keys in the morning.” He stretched back out on the couch keeping hold of Viggo’s hand.
“What about your back?” Viggo eyed the couch uncertainly.
“This is pretty comfortable, and it can’t be worse than bouncing around in your truck for two hours. If you get the wine, we’ll forget all about it.” Orlando brought Viggo’s hand to his lips and kissed it. He smiled seductively, “Stay with me Viggo. Hold me all night.”
Viggo shook his head, but he lay down next to Orlando. “I’d hold you every night if I could. We’ll get the wine later right now I just want to feel you in my arms.”
Orlando sighed and rested his head on Viggo’s chest. “There’s no where else I’d rather be no matter what the circumstances, but tomorrow the security system goes.”
“Absolutely,” Viggo agreed before leaning down to kiss Orlando again.
anglicandoorway. Hopefully the recipient of this one will like it.Title: Love In Motion
Author:
jule1122Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Request:
lostmyfish requested someone's locked outSummary: A surprise doesn't go as planned
Warnings: None
Beta: The wonderful
miss_arielDisclaimer: This story is complete fiction and a product of my imagination. I have never met nor do I know anything about the people in this story particularly their sexual preferences. No money is being made off this story
Author’s Note: Title taken from the Erasure song "Love The Way You Do So." This is a replacement story so I hope it comes close to what
lostmyfish was looking for.Orlando dropped his bag with a thud and tried to unlock the door. He frowned in confusion when the key didn’t fit. After studying it as carefully as the darkness allowed, he realized it was the key to his trailer. His trailer which was on the set in the Caribbean, and did him absolutely no good in Idaho. Ten minutes of fruitless searching and colorful swearing later, he had to admit he’d left the rest of his keys on set. The next ten minutes were spent banging on the door and calling for Viggo, but there was no response. It was only then that he thought to check the driveway. A quick scan showed his rental car sitting there alone. Viggo’s truck was missing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Orlando muttered. He couldn’t imagine where Viggo could be at two in the morning. He and Henry were supposed to be staying here until it was time for Henry to start school. With his luck, they were on some hippie road trip. But he’d called Viggo at the house this afternoon so they couldn’t be far.
But how the fuck was he supposed to find them? Then he remembered Henry had a cell phone. Orlando fished through his pockets until he found his own phone. He turned it on and held his breath exhaling in relief when he saw he had full signal. “Yes, I can hear you now!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Thank God for that Verizon guy; he’d have to send him something.
A few minutes later Henry’s sleepy voice greeted him. “Henry, its Orli. Listen, is your dad with you?”
There’s was no answer just some rustling noises before Viggo spoke, “Orlando what’s wrong?”
“Nothing love, except I’m standing on the porch and you’re not here.”
“The porch on the house in Idaho?” Viggo didn’t sound much more awake then Henry had.
“Surprise!”
“Fuck.”
“I was hoping to. So where are you?”
“I took Henry camping for a few days. Look, we’re only about an hour away. Give me a few minutes to get my stuff together and I’ll come back. I’ll call you once I’m on the road. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me either love. Be careful.” Orlando hung up reluctantly. An hour was going to seem like an eternity especially stuck out here alone in the dark. He wandered over to the barn and said hello to the animals while he waited for Viggo to call.
He jumped about a foot when the phone finally rang sounding unnaturally loud compared to the quiet night. Orlando hurried to answer it, “Hello.”
“So are you waiting for me in bed?”
“That sounds lovely, but apparently in my rush to get here, I left my keys on set.”
“You’re kidding,” Viggo laughed. “No big deal. The lock on the back door is pretty flimsy. Just force it, and we can replace it later.”
“You’re forgetting the state of the art security system Robin insisted you install once she found out about this place. The one with the keypad inside the house that can only be activated once the key is used to unlock the door. We wouldn’t want someone wandering in and finding my knickers in your drawers, or is that my drawers in your knickers?” Orlando giggled.
“Shit, sorry Orli I guess you’re stuck until I get there.”
“She doesn’t know I’m here. Robin, I mean, I didn’t tell her,” Orlando dropped his voice to a whisper.
“Orlando, why are you whispering?” Viggo asked apparently unaware he’d whispered himself.
“I don’t want her to hear me. She probably has the place bugged.”
Viggo laughed loudly. “Robin does not have the house bugged. The FBI maybe, but not Robin.”
“The FBI!” Orlando squeaked having missed the teasing note in Viggo’s voice. “Fuck Viggo, did you get yourself on one of the dissident lists? With the bloody Patriot Act, they could have you under surveillance.”
“I was joking. No one is watching me, not even a stalker. I promise.”
“You should have a stalker Viggo although you’d probably make friends with them. I was kind of like your stalker back in New Zealand and look where that got me,” Orlando started giggling again.
“Orli, are you drunk?”
“No just a bit slap happy. It took way too many planes to get here. I miss you.” The last words were a sigh.
“I’ll be there soon. So how did you manage this visit?”
“We have three day break while they change sets, and I’m not needed for two days after that. I was bitching to Johnny about how I’d love to come see you, but Robin would pitch a fit. So he set everything up.”
“That was nice of him. Remind me to thank him next time I sneak down for a visit.”
“Yeah, well he gets a kick out this stuff. Said he can’t miss a chance to fuck with the Hollywood establishment. Kiera said it’s really because he’s a big romantic. I think she’s been gossiping with Vanessa again.” Orlando settled into one of the chairs on the porch while they talked. It was nice just to have time for a real conversation, and it kept him from dwelling on how much longer he had to wait.
“So Kiera’s in on this too?”
Orlando shrugged forgetting Viggo couldn’t see him. “She thinks we’re cute together. She’s so much like Liv it’s scary sometimes.”
“Don’t tell me she wants pictures too?” Viggo groaned.
“Of course, she asked for videos just like the rest of them. I told her she’d go on our porn mailing list with Liv, Miranda, Ian, Fran, Craig, Exene. You know your ex-wife’s interest in our sex life is a bit disturbing.”
“Not as disturbing as your sister’s,” Viggo shot back.
“You may have a point, but I think Sam just wants to sell them to her friends. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I’m sure I forgot some people; the list is getting a bit long.”
“Elijah might have asked me to add him the last time I saw him, but I draw the line at sending sex tapes to Frodo.”
“We should send out a DVD and tell them we’ve finally given in to all their begging. I’m not sure what we’ll actually put on it something really disturbing, but then we can see who would actually watch it. Oh shit Viggo, I forgot about Henry. We shouldn’t be talking about making our own porn in front of your son.” Orlando blushed even though he was by himself.
“Henry’s not with me,” Viggo reassured him. “He decided to stay behind. Told me we could come get him sometime tomorrow. I think he was trying to give us some privacy.”
“I knew I loved your son.” They both fell silent for a while. Orlando became restless again, pacing the porch and trying to identify the distant sounds he could hear. “It’s a little creepy out here, love. There’s almost no moon; I can’t believe how dark it is. Reminds me of the night we got lost during filming. But I had you with me then.” Orlando sighed again his voice wistful.
“I’ll be there soon; I promise. You could wait in the barn. The animals would be happy to keep you company.”
“I already said hello to all of them, but it’s too hot and there are too many bugs in there. I’m fine out here. Just been a long day and I hate for it to end with my being eaten by a grizzly bear. That’d be a hard one to cover up, yeah. Robin could fly my body back to the set and pretend it was a shark attack. Can’t have me outed at my own funeral.” Orlando laughed a bit hysterically.
“Are you sure you’re not drunk? Did Johnny send wine with you?” Viggo asked suspiciously.
“Of course he sent wine, but I didn’t open it. It’s in my bag for later. I’m not drunk, really. Just tired and horny.”
“Tired and horny? I’m still about ten minutes away. Which one would you like to start on?” Viggo’s voice had a seductive edge to it.
“What do you think lover?” Orlando lowered his voice to match. His heart jumped in anticipation. As much as he was looking forward to finally having Viggo in the flesh, so to speak, he wasn’t opposed to some bonus phone sex.
“Take off all your clothes, get your lube and go to the couch.”
Orlando complied quickly; glad he had talked Viggo into getting cushioned wicker furniture for the porch. “How do you want me?”
“Lie down on your back. Put your right arm behind your head and your left foot on the ground. Your right leg. . . ” Viggo paused. Orlando waited patiently for the rest of his instructions. He knew Viggo liked to get an exact picture in his mind, and while he might take a while to decide what he wanted, the results were always spectacular.
“Bend your right knee so your foot rests flat on the couch. Let your leg fall as far to the side as you can. I want your legs spread nice and wide. Yeah, that’s right.”
Orlando let Viggo know once he was in position. He tucked the phone tucked between his right arm and ear. “Now what, love? What do you want me to do?”
“Use your left hand to touch yourself. Skim it lightly all over your body. I want you to find all your sensitive spots and give them some attention. Maybe tease your nipples a bit, stroke the inside of your thigh or that spot just under your balls. Whatever feels good, but not to much. Just enough to make you ache.”
“Feels good Viggo. There’s a slight breeze and the air brushing across my naked body feels like your breath. My eyes are closed so I can imagine you are already here with me.” Orlando touched himself the way Viggo instructed letting the need build slowly.
“I can see you Orlando. I know just what you’d look like. All stretched out and relaxed your hand drifting up and down your body, stopping now and then to concentrate on a special spot. You said your eyes are closed; I bet your head is thrown back and your mouth is open just a bit. I can see your tongue peak out so you can lick your lips. I wish we had a full moon tonight Orlando. I’d love to see you drenched in moonlight all golden glowing skin and silky dark hair. God you are so gorgeous I could come just from looking at you.”
Orlando whimpered when he heard the need and desire in Viggo’s voice. “I need you so much Viggo. Please hurry.”
“I’m almost there. I want you to touch your cock now. Stroke it slowly. Feel every inch of it; feel it get hard and heavy in your hand. I heard you moan. Do you like that Orlando?”
“So much, I’m so hard for you Viggo,” Orlando moaned again as he spoke.
“Good, now I want you to cover your fingers with the lube. Get yourself ready for me. I’ll be home in just a few minutes and I want to be able to slide right inside you. Do you want that Orlando?”
“Yes,” Orlando hissed as he began to prepare himself. He’d just slipped a third finger into his own body when he heard the phone disconnect and a car door slam. He opened his eyes and saw Viggo walking toward him already removing his clothes. He started to get up, but Viggo held out a hand to stop him.
“Don’t move. Stay there and let me look at you. Please,” Viggo added softly.
Orlando stilled using the time to take in the sight of his lover. He’d missed him so much; it was a joy just to see him. Naked now, Viggo knelt on the floor next to Orlando. The eyes met and Orlando smiled when he saw the love and tenderness in Viggo’s gaze. He hoped Viggo saw the same in his eyes.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here,” Viggo spoke almost reverently. He kissed Orlando then, gently and with gratitude. The next kiss was harder filled with love and welcome. Then finally he kissed him with passion and urgency.
Orlando leaned into the kiss desperate for more contact. He brought his hands up cradling Viggo’s head and pulling him closer. But Viggo pushed his hands away. He moved Orlando’s arms above his head and held them there.
“Not this time Orli. You can touch next time, but now let me thank you for this wonderful surprise.” Viggo slid his hands down Orlando’s arms as he spoke. Orlando shivered at the gentle touch. He let his arms fall to his sides not protesting Viggo’s request that he not touch him. He wanted to, but when Viggo spoke to him like that, his voice husky with desire, Orlando could deny him nothing.
Viggo stood then and brought his body over Orlando’s. He kissed him again smiling at the groan Orlando let out when he pulled back. “Let me touch you for a minute.” He pulled Orlando to him pressing their bodies as close together as possible. His hands trailed up and down Orlando’s back. Then he pressed their groins together.
Orlando moaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. “Please Viggo,” he begged.
“Almost, but I want to taste you first. Quickly I promise, then I’ll give you what we both want.” Viggo carefully lowered Orlando back onto the couch. He squirmed underneath him as Viggo licked a path down the center of his chest. He pushed his hips up eagerly when Viggo’s mouth neared his cock. Orlando was rewarded when Viggo responded by running his tongue along the underside of his erection then taking it into his mouth. While his mouth teased Orlando’s cock, Viggo moved his hand to his entrance pressing two fingers against it and then inside.
Viggo pulled his mouth away and smiled at Orlando. ‘You’re ready for me just like I asked.” There were a few minutes of fumbling while they tried to find a position that would worked. Orlando ended up almost sitting at one end with his back supported by the arm of the couch. Viggo knelt between his legs wrapping them around his waist and pulling Orlando’s ass to him. Then finally, Viggo pushed inside Orlando.
“God, that’s so perfect,” Orlando moved into the thrust encouraging Viggo to move. “I want you deeper. Let me feel it.”
Viggo moved quickly with hard deep thrusts. “I dream about this every night. I wake up dying to be inside you.”
“I dream about it to. Open your eyes love.” Orlando lifted Viggo’s chin so he could see his face. “I want you to watch me. I want you to see me come. See what you do to me.” Orlando struggled to keep his own eyes open as he climaxed. “God Viggo so good, so good,” he chanted.
A few thrusts later Viggo cried out his name, and Orlando felt him come inside him. Viggo collapsed against him pulling them both down so Orlando once again lay flat on his back. Orlando stroked his hair and held him close. “That was amazing love. I’ve missed this, missed you so much. I love you, you know. More than anything.” He felt it so strongly in moments like these, the connection between them. He cherished every second he had with Viggo. It gave him something to hold onto when they were apart.
Viggo looked up then his eyes suspiciously damp. “I love you too. You are my heart Orlando. Don’t forget that.” He traced the side of Orlando’s face with his hand before resting it in his hair idly twirling the curls on his finger. “I don’t want to move, but we should go inside. There’s a nice big bed waiting for us.”
“Sounds good,” Orlando shamelessly stared at Viggo’s ass when he walked over to where he’d left his jeans. He listened to him rustle through them before growing impatient. “Hurry up; we have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Orlando,” Viggo began sheepishly, “we have a problem. I don’t have the keys.”
“Very funny, now get your gorgeous ass over here.”
“I’m not kidding. They’re with Henry.”
“What do you mean they’re with Henry?” Orlando’s heart sank. He knew when Viggo refused to look at him he was telling the truth.
“He took them, said he didn’t trust me not to lose them wandering through the woods.” Viggo came back up on the porch and stood in front of Orlando.
“What about the truck keys?”
Viggo shook his head, “We drove up here so those are the keys”
“For L.A.,” Orlando finished for him. He buried his face in his hands and laughed. “I can’t fucking believe this. So now what?”
“We go get them. Come on,” Viggo held his hand out to Orlando.
Orlando took his hand, but made no move to get up. “Fuck it, we’ll stay here tonight and get the keys in the morning.” He stretched back out on the couch keeping hold of Viggo’s hand.
“What about your back?” Viggo eyed the couch uncertainly.
“This is pretty comfortable, and it can’t be worse than bouncing around in your truck for two hours. If you get the wine, we’ll forget all about it.” Orlando brought Viggo’s hand to his lips and kissed it. He smiled seductively, “Stay with me Viggo. Hold me all night.”
Viggo shook his head, but he lay down next to Orlando. “I’d hold you every night if I could. We’ll get the wine later right now I just want to feel you in my arms.”
Orlando sighed and rested his head on Viggo’s chest. “There’s no where else I’d rather be no matter what the circumstances, but tomorrow the security system goes.”
“Absolutely,” Viggo agreed before leaning down to kiss Orlando again.
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