Title: Mile High Club Author: Mysse Email: Mystique_1115@yahoo.com URL: www.livejournal.com/users/mysse Rated: NC-17 Genre: RPS Status: Complete Disclaimer: I'm not making any claims, none of this ever happened, yada yada yada Summary: Viggo asks Orlando a very important question. Author's Notes: This was inspired by the Flasher!Orli pics from the Wellington airport. ~~*~~ "That wasn't very nice, you know." "What wasn't?" Orlando asks, turning away from the airplane window. "That little striptease you did for the girls back at the airport." I murmur, inching closer to him. "It's a little cruel to tempt people with what they're never going to have." "Oh," he breathes, leaning forward and ghosting a kiss across my lips, "and why is it again that they can't have me?" "Because you belong to me, elf-boy. Don't you ever forget it." My attempt to sound imposing and stern fails miserably when my boyfriend graces me with a brilliant smile. Suddenly I'm helpless to do anything but pull his body to mine and crush our lips together in a fierce kiss. I hear him moaning softly against my mouth as my hands thread through his silky curls. "I love you," he whispers when we pull apart, both slightly breathless. "I love you, too." He smiles again and I'm struck with an idea. "Orli, I have a very important question to ask you." He leans back a little, giving me a wary grin. "Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?" His startled blink is my answer. "Viggo! All our friends are on this plane!" "They're also mostly asleep - and will probably stay that way if you stop shouting." He's biting his lip in indecision. Apparently he needs a little more persuading. "C'mon, Orli. Don't you want to fuck me fifty thousand feet over the Pacific?" "Oh, Christ. You're going to be the death of me, old man," he groans and starts pushing me toward the aisle. We stumble toward the back of the plane as quietly as possible and lock ourselves inside one of the tiny bathrooms. "You're insane, you know that?" he growls, pushing me against the locked door and almost ripping my shirt in his haste to get it off. "And you're irresistible, so I guess we're even." "Vig, do us both a favor," he says pulling at my pants until they've pooled at my ankles. "Shut up and turn around so I can fuck you into next Wednesday." That sounds like quite a good idea. Without another word I turn and brace myself against the small metal counter. Looking over my shoulder I see him staring at me while pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. He looks down for a moment and pulls a small packet of lube out of his sock and I can't help but think he would have been a good boy scout. He's always prepared. "Tell me what you want, Viggo," he says softly as he coats his cock and fingers with the slippery gel. Coming closer he presses a slick finger against my opening and slowly pushes inside me. "More," I manage to groan. "More of you, Orli. Please." My shameless is begging is rewarded when I feel one finger slip out and three slip back in. He curls them to brush against my prostate and I push back at him, wantonly screwing myself on his hand. I need to feel his cock - now. "Are you ready for me?" he asks. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he sees all he needs to know in the ferocity of my gaze. Without another word he grabs my hips and impales me with his cock in one swift motion. "How do you want it, Vig?" He's biting my shoulder, his eyes, darkened with arousal, still locked with mine. "Hard and fast, Orlando. I want you to fuck me so hard I can feel you in my throat." "Oh, fuck," he groans and begins to thrust into me, setting a brutal pace that makes me feel like I'm being ripped in two - but in such a good way. I leave one hand to support me on the counter, but bring the other up and behind his head to tangle in those beautiful curls. Orli brings his arm around me and grabs my dripping cock, pumping it in rhythm to the pounding of his cock in my ass. Orlando is relentless, creating a delicious friction that sets my heart on fire and brings my blood to a boil. It never ceases to amaze me that his unbridled passion is for me - that this beautiful, vibrant young man is mine for the rest of my life. I can feel my orgasm coiling tight in my belly and I throw my head back against his shoulder. "Orli," I gasp, "I'm gonna come, baby. Oh, fuck!" "That's it, Viggo. Come for me," he moans in a voice that should be illegal. "Come for me, 'cause I'm going to come for you." "Oh, God." That does it and I do come, spilling over his hand as spasms of intense pleasure tear through my body. I feel him climax inside me seconds later and he slumps against my back murmuring my name. There's a sudden knock at the door and Orli looks at me in the mirror, his eyes wide and fearful. "Y-Yes?" I ask, trying to clear the huskiness from my voice. "When you gentlemen are quite finished," comes the stately voice of our Fellowship's Knight, "I do believe the pilot is ready to land." I can hear Ian chuckling as he moves away from the door. A few moments later, clothed and not seriously disheveled, we make our way back to our seats and strap ourselves in. Orli leans toward me and I pull my lover against me, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Oh, and Orlando," Ian calls from a few rows up, "welcome to the club." End.