Title: Better Than Percoset
Author: Jenn
Author's Email: jholsh1@towson.edu
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando goes through the ordeal of having his 
wisdom teeth removed, but the recovery process turns out to 
be less horrible than he imagined.
Warnings: Somewhat fluffy, and marginal smuttage.

***
Falling onto his back into the soft mattress, Orlando 
sighed contendedly and groaned, stretching his lean limbs 
out above him. A hand reached up and glided across 
Orlando's naked chest which glowed with a golden post-
orgasmic aura.

"That was the best fuckin' orgasm I've ever had, Vig," Orli 
breathed as he turned onto his side to face his equally 
worn-out lover who lay in the perspiration dampened sheets. 
He nuzzled his face in the crook of Viggo's neck, nipping 
and biting playfully. "Thanks," he added quietly, as if it 
was an afterthought.

Viggo breathed in deeply to inhale the aroma that lingered 
in the air from their lovemaking, wishing he could bottle 
the scent and carry it with him everywhere in his pocket. 
The very ends of the fluttery sensations in his body were 
subsiding as the intensity of his orgasm dissipated, 
leaving him fulfilled and at ease. "I... love... you," 
Viggo murmured between each kiss that he impressed upon 
Orlando's sweat-beaded brow. 

Orlando suddenly grabbed at his jaw, wincing noticeably. He 
tried to hide his grimace from Viggo but the older man's 
senses were sharper than he let on, and he immediately 
detected the pain his lover was in.

Viggo partially raised himself up to face Orlando, leaning 
on his elbow. "Your wisdom teeth," Viggo uttered, his 
calloused fingers lifting Orlando's chin up. "Better get 
them out, or else I'm going to get very angry if every time 
you suck me off you make hideous faces like that from the 
pain," Viggo chided half-facetiously. 

Orlando began to protest but Viggo cupped his palm over 
Orlando's mouth to silence him. "Don't argue! I'm calling 
to make an appointment... *now*." Viggo lifted himself out 
of bed and strode stark naked over to the phone. 

Orlando flopped down on his back again, moaning and 
grumbling dramatically. "My teeth are fine, Vig," he 
insisted, "I just need some painkillers."

Viggo looked at him stonily and dialed the dentist's 
office. "Yes, I need to make an appointment..... Wisdom 
teeth extraction. Sure. Orlando Bloom. Yes, he's got 
insurance. Wednesday morning at 9:30? That's fine, thank 
you. Good-bye."

Viggo clapped his hands together and grinned. "Okay Orli, 
no food or drink after midnight!"

Orlando's eye twitched testily and he turned over so as to 
not look Viggo in the eye. "Hmmpf!"

"Don't pout, it's very unbecoming," Viggo chastised. 
Orlando didn't move.

"Fine, be that way, I'll just go take a shower by myself!" 
Orlando still failed to respond, and Viggo stomped off to 
the bathroom alone.

***
Wednesday morning found sunlight spilling in through the 
open bedroom window and Viggo rummaging through the armoire 
for some of Orlando's clean clothes.

"Wake up, sleepies," Viggo called, tossing a pair of blue 
jeans and a fresh white tee shirt onto the bed where 
Orlando lay tangled in the sheets. "It's 8:30."

Orlando shifted, tossing the clothes that had landed on his 
pillow-marked face aside and sitting up stiffly. "Bwuh?" he 
groaned, wiping his hand over his sleepy eyes.

"Your appointment. Get up and get dressed," Viggo ordered 
perfunctorily before turning to disappear back into the 
kitchen to wash up his breakfast dishes.

Orlando fell backwards into the soft bed for a moment 
before reaching for the clothes that lay next to him. 
Slowly and deliberately, he pulled on his pants and shirt 
and sprawled himself out on the mattress, hoping that the 
appointment would somehow be cancelled.

Not ten minutes later, Viggo re-emerged into the bedroom 
and frowned to see Orlando still moping around in bed. "At 
least he's dressed," Viggo thought inwardly. He strode over 
to the side of the bed. "Orlando, get up, we're leaving 
now," he said flatly.

Orlando shook his head back and forth and grumbled into the 
pillows, "Nope!"

Viggo rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "Now, Orlando," he 
commanded as he gripped Orlando's ankles and started to 
drag the younger man out of bed.

"I don't want to! You can't make me!" Orlando wailed, 
clutching the headboard as if his very life depended on it.

"No arguments!" Viggo growled, pulling at Orlando's slender 
legs. It was no use, though. Orlando was not about to move, 
and no one could make him change his mind. Unless...

Resignedly, Viggo sat down on the bed and began poking the 
small of Orlando's back. The younger man bounced and 
squirmed playfully, but otherwise did not budge until Viggo 
attacked him, tickling Orlando's ribs with one hand and 
goosing him with the other. Orlando could no longer keep up 
his grip on the headboard and he curled up, trying to 
protect himself from Viggo's relentless hands.

"Ha!" Viggo cackled. He scooped the balled-up Orlando up 
into his arms with ease, and carried him outside to the 
car. Orlando sat in the passenger seat and sulked the 
entire way to the dentist's office.

***
The bright white surfaces reflected the equally luminous 
lamps, setting an antiseptic cast about the small operating 
room. The brilliant whiteness hurt Orlando's eyes, and he 
dug the heels of his hands into them to try and adjust his 
vision to the near-blinding light.

Viggo's arm was slung protectively around Orlando's waist 
as they were escorted through the door to the operating 
room. Inside was an innocuous-looking blue chair, but next 
to it sat a table with lots of shiny metal instruments that 
looked positively terrifying. Orlando gulped at the size of 
the huge drill that the nurse was cleaning over the sink, 
and the loud buzz of the implement pierced Orlando's ears 
and caused frightened shivers to course through his body. 
Viggo pulled Orlando closer to him and kissed his temple. 

"I'll be right here the whole time, love," Viggo cooed. 
Orlando bit his lip and met with Viggo's eyes.

"Will you really?" he asked, his voice cracking with 
suppressed tension. 

Viggo smiled, the corners of his mouth upturned into an 
amiable expression. "I promise," he whispered as his 
fingers curled into Orlando's thick black hair, massaging 
his scalp just above the spinal column. 

Orlando leaned his head back into Viggo's soothing hand 
motions and let out a sigh of dramatized relief. "Okay, I'm 
ready, then."

The nurse was finished cleaning off the drill and 
instructed Orlando to sit down and lean back in the chair. 
He nervously complied, and once seated, he began to shake 
his right foot, as he always did whenever he was 
uncomfortable.

The nurse pulled on a pair of fresh latex gloves and 
snapped them securely around her wrists. Orlando's heart 
rate bumped up a bit when she withdrew an IV needle. "I'm 
sure you've been given IVs before, Mr. Bloom, this is no 
different," she soothed. Her voice was alto and melodious, 
and that alone calmed Orlando's otherwise frantic 
heartbeat.

Orlando felt a tiny pin prick in the crook of his arm as 
the IV punctured his skin, pumping vitalizing solution into 
his veins. 

"Open up," the nurse ordered gently. Orlando complied 
gingerly, and flinched slightly as another needle pierced 
his gums, shooting Novacaine into them to numb his mouth. 
Orlando shot Viggo a worried, doleful glance as his eyes 
misted over from the sting of the needle, but Viggo's clear 
blue depths somehow alleviated the distress Orlando was in, 
and he felt better to see Viggo smiling reassuringly.

The nurse produced a mask that connected to a large tank 
via a red rubber cord. The smell of the laughing gas was 
offensive to begin with, but as the substance filled his 
senses, Orlando acclimated to the odor and his nerves 
calmed considerably. As he felt sleep creep over him, 
Orlando mouthed Viggo's name, shutting his eyes so that the 
last thing he saw was the assuring smile adorning his 
lover's face.

***
*"So... groggy,"* Orlando thought. His whole body felt 
drained, his limbs heavy and useless. He managed to roll 
his head from side to side, and though the fog of 
prescription-induced sleep hindered his senses, he gathered 
that he was safely at home, laying in the middle of the bed 
in their bedroom.

Remembering what he had done today, Orlando guided his 
hands up to his face, running his fingers over his swelled 
cheeks. He moved his tongue around; there were cotton 
squares lodged securely over his tender gums. An unpleasant 
metallic taste pervaded his mouth.

Jolts of pain emanated from his sore mouth causing him to 
whimper, but the sound was muffled by the gauze lining his 
gums. Resigning to his body's cajolings, Orlando let 
himself re-enter the inviting haze of slumber.

***
Viggo placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of Orlando. 
Orlando looked up pitifully at Viggo. "'M weally not 
'ungree," Orlando mumbled. His cheeks resembled those of 
squirrel whose been gathering acorns to store away for the 
winter months.

Viggo gently stroked the crown of Orlando's curly-topped 
head. "Please, dear, you have to at least try to eat," he 
urged benevolently. "I made it myself."

Orlando picked up the silver soup spoon that Viggo had sat 
down next to the bowl and scooped up a small amount of the 
yellow broth. Timidly, he brought the spoon to his lips and 
tipped the lukewarm liquid into his mouth. Swallowing was 
difficult since he lacked the use of his tongue, for the 
most part. Viggo clasped his hand over Orlando's taking the 
spoon from his fingers. As if caring for a sick child, he 
fed Orlando until the younger man stopped him with a weak 
kiss on his stubbly cheek.

"Ah wif' ah cud wepay yoo," Orlando cooed while wiggling 
his eyebrows suggestively. 

Viggo grinned wolfishly and licked his lips, saying 
throatily, "No, honey. The only one here who can do that 
right now is me." Orlando slumped down in his seat a little 
further. "But seeing as how I can't very well use my 
abilities to my own advantage, I guess you'd have to be on 
the receiving end," Viggo finished, his voice taking on a 
casual tone as if he thought Orlando wouldn't be interested 
in the proposal.

Orlando immediately perked up. Although he couldn't smile, 
the bulge that stirred in his lap said everything.

Orlando grabbed Viggo's wrist and whisked him into the 
bedroom, all while sliding down his grey sweatpants to make 
himself available to his lover as quickly as possible.

Orlando's insides melted as Viggo's tongue and lips glossed 
over his aching cock, licking and sucking along the seam of 
his erection.

"Mmm, 'dis iz betta' than any painkillas!" Orlando grunted 
before being silenced by the two thick, slicked fingers 
that brutally infiltrated his ring.

END