Title: Nothing New
Author:  namárië120
E-mail:  namarie120@yahoo.com
Rating:  NC-17
Type:  RPS
Pairing:  Viggo / Orlando
Warnings: it's just sex
Disclaimer:  I only know Viggo & Orlando in my dreams (of which this is
one)
Feedback:  please please please
Summary:  Pure PWP...Orlando worries for no reason
Beta:  the wonderful Ariel (she's created a monster)

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What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done.
Nothing is new under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 1:9

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'Viggo?'

'hmmnnph?'

'Are you asleep?'

He had been floating in a pleasant post-orgasmic haze, but Viggo cracked
one eye open at the note of uncertainty in Orlando's voice.  'What is it,
angel?'

Orlando usually loved this time, lying spooned in Viggo's embrace after a
session of passionate lovemaking.  The king-sized bed in the luxury suite
in Toronto's finest hotel was certainly comfortable.  But tonight he felt
unaccountably restless.

'Do you ever think....I mean....do you suppose this will ever
become....boring?'

At that Viggo opened both eyes, and levered himself up on one elbow to look
down at his lover.  'Boring?'

'Well...I mean....we've been together for five years now.  You hear all the
time about how after a while sex becomes routine, taken for granted.  I
mean, how many different ways are there to do it, yeah?  Eventually we'll
have to have tried them all.'

'It's not what you do, it's who you do it with, angel,' said Viggo
tenderly.

Orlando pulled Viggo back down and snuggled closer to his broad chest.  'I
love you too, Viggo.  It's just...what we have is so incredible.  Sometimes
I think it's too good to last forever.  I don't ever want it to turn into
just "wham bam thank you ma'am" - I mean man - I mean....'

'I know what you mean,' Viggo smiled as he smoothed Orlando's curls.  'And
I don't think you have anything to worry about.  Though I must admit, the
first time tonight was a little "wham bam,"' he murmured ruefully.

'I hadn't seen you in months,' Orlando protested, 'I needed you to fuck
me.'

'"Fuck me until I can taste you in my throat" was the exact phrase, I
believe.'

'And you did it magnificently,' Orlando approved.  'Besides, the second
time was some slow, sweet loving.'

'There you are, then,' said Viggo.  'We can fuck, and we can make love.
We're versatile.  Besides, lately we don't see each other often enough to
get bored.'

'Too right, love,' Orlando sighed.  'Trying to juggle both our filming
schedules is killer.  Thank god you give such great phone sex.  Your voice
is surely illegal in some countries.'

'Me?' said Viggo, 'what about you?  "Oh god, Vig,"' he pitched his voice in
a credible imitation of Orlando's accent, '"I'm touching myself, I'm so
hard for you, feels so good, I'm fucking myself, gonna come..."'

Orlando elbowed him in the ribs.  'I don't sound like that!'

'I wouldn't know, I'm usually so busy whacking off myself I stop listening
to you.'

'Cunt,' said Orlando lovingly.

'So, we can add kinky phone sex to the list.'

'Phone sex isn't kinky, it's survival.  Now the dildo, I suppose you could
classify that as kinky.  I wish you could have seen the look on your face
when you found it in my suitcase.'

'I don't know what you need that for when you have me,' Viggo grumbled
teasingly.

'I need it for when I don't have you, love.'

'Do you...use it during our phone sex?'

'Sometimes...does that bother you?'

'Actually, it's turning me on,' admitted Viggo, pressing the evidence of
his renewed arousal against Orlando's backside.  'Maybe, sometime, you
could show me how you use it...help me to visualize it when we're apart.'

'You want to watch me fuck myself with the dildo?'

'Mmmnnn....' Viggo's illegally sexy voice rumbled from behind Orlando.  'I
can see you now...standing in front of me, gloriously naked, mine to
command...'  A shiver ran through Orlando as Viggo whispered huskily in his
ear.  It didn't seem to him like Viggo needed any help visualizing.
'"Touch yourself," I'd tell you, and you'd run your hands over yourself,
pinching your nipples, sliding down your stomach, slowly stroking your cock
until it's hard.  I'd stop you then, move your hands away and give you the
lube instead.  You'd start with your fingers, slipping them inside you,
preparing yourself... I'd give you the dildo, and I'd watch you slowly
slide it in, inch by inch between your beautiful cheeks, until you'd taken
it all.  You'd slide it in and out, slowly at first, eyes closed, head
thrown back in wanton pleasure...beads of sweat running down your flat
stomach as you begin to thrust faster...you are desire personified, the
most erotic thing I've ever seen...'

'Viggo,' Orlando moaned as he became achingly hard himself.

'I couldn't help myself, I'd have to taste you,' Viggo continued softly.
'I'd kneel in front of you, and touch just the tip of my tongue to your
cock, lick off the moisture leaking from it...God, angel, you taste so
good...I'd swirl my tongue around the tip, lick up and down and around the
base, not touching you with my hands, only my mouth...I'd take you inside
me, still swirling my tongue, and you'd start thrusting your hips, pushing
deeper into my mouth with each stroke of the dildo, and I'd swallow you
whole, sucking you 'til you come, so hard inside my mouth...'

'God, Viggo,' Orlando panted, and they lay there for a minute, letting
their pounding heartbeats slow back to a more normal rhythm.  Orlando was
moved by the trust Viggo had shown in sharing his fantasy with him; he
decided he wanted to return the favor.

'Handcuffs,' he said suddenly, before he could change his mind.

'Bondage?' asked Viggo uncertainly.

'Nothing painful, just enough to restrict movement, and take away control.'

'That's good, because not even for you, Orlando, am I dressing up with
spike heels and a whip.'

'Who says you get to be dominant, anyway?' asked Orlando.  'This is my
fantasy, after all.'  He shut his eyes, letting the picture paint itself
behind his closed lids.  'I'd cuff your hands to the headboard, and use
ties to secure your ankles to the footboard.  I'd kneel between your legs
and just look at you for a few moments, your magnificent body spread and
open for me, knowing you can't come until I give you permission.'

He felt a slight tremble shake through Viggo behind him, awed that he could
affect him so with only his words.  'I'd take massage oil, and pour it into
my hands to warm it.  Then I'd run my hands all over that glorious body of
yours, worshipping every inch of it until it was slick and glistening
before me, but I wouldn't touch your cock.  Your beautiful cock, so hard
and aching for me...I'd lean forward, and lower my body over yours, the oil
letting us glide over each other so smoothly.  I'd kiss you, our tongues
dancing in each other's mouths while our bodies, our cocks slide over each
other...I'd kiss you for a long, long time, until we're both shaking,
needing more...

'I'd kneel between your legs again, and run my hands slowly down your
chest, over your hips, up the inside of your thighs...Your cock would be
dripping by now, slick with oil and from both of us leaking together.
"Orlando," you'd moan, but I still wouldn't touch you, slipping my fingers
between your cheeks, circling slowly before sliding one finger inside
you...You're so hot and ready for me, but I'd just slide that one finger in
and out, slowly, so slowly, until you're pleading with me for more.  I'd
give you a second finger then, but keep the speed slow and gentle, circling
a little, finally adding a third finger, and you're pushing up against me,
trying to make me go faster, deeper, harder, but I won't give you what you
want, not yet, not until you're begging for it...'

'Angel...you're killing me,' Viggo groaned behind him.

'"Tell me what you want," I'd whisper, "tell me what you need..."  "Need
you," you'd gasp, "need you to touch me, please, need to come..." I'd slide
my other hand down your body again, gathering more oil, back up between
your legs and gently, very gently, caress your balls, still sliding my
fingers in and out, feeling you thrusting up underneath me...I'd wrap my
hand slowly around the base of your cock, slowly let it glide up your
shaft, stopping before I reach the tip, sliding back down, matching the
rhythm of my fingers inside you, up and down, faster and faster, until
you're moaning and bucking and calling my name... "Please, Orlando, need to
come, let me come, gonna come...": I'd wait until I felt you tighten around
my fingers, then I'd lean over and bury your cock in my mouth, sucking you
in to the root, and you'd explode inside my mouth, and I'd swallow every
drop, every delicious drop, and slide back up your body to kiss you again
and let you taste how delicious you are...'

They were both gasping now, trembling uncontrollably.  Orlando tried to
turn in Viggo's arms, but they tightened around him, pulling him back
against a rock-hard erection, but holding him still.  'Wait,' rasped Viggo
hoarsely, 'wait.  It's my turn next...' He paused until their breathing
slowed again, and Orlando knew he was running through possibilities in his
mind.

'Party sex,' Viggo decided finally.

'I thought you hated parties.'

'Only when you're not there with me, angel.  Besides, this would be our
party.  We'd invite everyone over - the hobbits, John and Ian, Karl and Liv
and Hugh and Miranda and David, and Beanie.  Spend a couple of hours just
drinking, and talking, and drinking, until everyone's nice and mellow.  The
hobbits would start some silly party game...'

'Twister,' suggested Orlando.

'Or strip poker.  I wouldn't play, just sit back and watch you enjoying
yourself, thinking how beautiful you are, how I'm still amazed after all
this time that you love me, getting hard just seeing you smile.  You'd feel
me watching you from across the room, and you'd give me the Look.'

'The "I need you to fuck me NOW" look?'

'That's the one.  I'd say something about going into the kitchen for
another drink, and after a minute you'd follow me.  As soon as you walked
in the door, I'd push you back against the counter and start kissing you,
hard and rough, all tongues and teeth and need.  You'd taste like scotch,
and cigarettes, and I couldn't get enough of your mouth.  Finally we'd have
to breathe, and I'd drag my lips down your chin, licking the sweat from
your neck, sucking at the hollow in your throat.  I'd push my hands under
your shirt, around your back, pulling you closer, nibbling along your
collarbone...sliding my hands around your sides, up your chest until they
reach your nipples.  I'd push up your shirt, bend over until I could touch
them with my tongue, licking over one, then the other, feeling them harden
even more under my lips.  I'd suck one into my mouth, and you'd arch and
moan underneath me, pulling my head over to the other one, so I'd nip at
that one too, then start licking along your ribs, down your stomach, 'til I
reach where your tattoo is just peeking out from the waist of your
sweats...

'You'd pull my shirt out of my jeans, and tear open the buttons.  The feel
of your hands running up my sides makes me shiver, and you'd pull me up
against you so our bare chests are together, and I can feel the heat
radiating from your skin.  I'd kiss you again, sucking your tongue into my
mouth, and you'd push up hard against me, pressing our cocks together,
shifting your hips so they rub together under our slacks.  "Vig," you'd
moan against my mouth, "fuck me, right here, right now..."

'Some part of me would know that anyone could walk into the kitchen any
minute, but I'd be beyond caring.  "Not a sound," I'd whisper to you,
kissing you fiercely one more time before turning you around to lean
against the countertop.  I'd push down your sweats and unzip my jeans,
reach into my pocket for the lube...'

''Cause you always carry lube in your pocket,' Orlando whispered
unsteadily.

'We learned the hard way, didn't we?' Viggo agreed, pausing a minute to
press a hard kiss against the side of Orlando's throat before continuing.
'I'd squeeze some lube onto my fingers and slide one inside you, but we'd
both be too ready to need much preparation... 'Just fuck me,' you'd moan,
and I'd pull out my fingers, and rub the lube from them onto my cock.  God,
angel, I'd be so hard for you, I'd pull you back against me and just bury
myself inside you, as deep as I can go, and I'd have to bite your shoulder
to keep from crying out, because you feel so hot and tight around me...'

Neither man was aware that their hips were slowly undulating against each
other, in time with the hypnotic cadence of Viggo's voice.  'Your hands
reach back to grab my hips, pulling me forward and pushing against me, and
I'd wrap my hand around your cock, pulling it through my fist while my
other hand cradles your balls, and you'd moan again, and I wouldn't be able
to last, and neither would you, after two or three thrusts I'd feel you
clenching around me, and it would feel so good, ''Come with me," I'd
whisper, and you'd jerk in my hands, and I'd come inside you, and you'd cry
out my name before I caught it in my mouth...'

Once more, the two lay gasping for a few minutes, catching their breath.
Orlando knew he couldn't take much more.  He was determined to break
Viggo's control this time.

'You'll have to spank me,' he whispered sensuously.

Viggo stirred uneasily behind him.  He didn't want to discourage any of
Orlando's fantasies, but...'I'm not sure I could make myself hurt you,
angel,' he said regretfully.

'You'd never hurt me, love, I know that,' Orlando answered, 'but I'd want
this.  After everyone left, you'd take me into the bedroom, and just glare
at me for a minute.  "Take off your clothes," you'd order, and I'd pull
them off quickly, knowing what was coming.  "I told you not a sound," you'd
growl, "but you couldn't keep quiet, could you?"  "I'm sorry, Vig," I'd
whisper, "I couldn't help it..."  You'd strip off your own clothes, and I'd
feel myself getting hard again just watching you.  You'd sit on the edge of
the bed, and pull me down over your lap, arranging me so that my cock was
between your legs and my ass up in the air.

'"What do you deserve?" you'd ask me.  "To be punished," I'd answer, and
you'd bring your hand down to slap one cheek.'

'Not hard enough to hurt, just to get your attention,' Viggo insisted.

Orlando smiled, aware that Viggo was suppressing his own reservations to
play along with his fantasy.  'I love you, Vig,' he whispered, before
continuing, 'You'd look down at my ass, see the red handprint on one cheek.
"Asymmetrical," you'd say, "need to fix that," and you'd bring your hand
down on the other cheek.  The impact would push my hips down on your lap,
so that our cocks rubbed together.  I wouldn't be able to hold back a moan
of pleasure at the contact.  "Not a sound," you'd repeat, bringing your
hand down in two more quick slaps.  Each time, our cocks would slide
together again, and I'd squirm my hips, trying to increase the friction.
"Stop that," you'd command, reaching down with your other hand to gather
them both in your fist.  I'd whimper, 'cause your hand on me feels so good,
and you'd spank me again for that, stroking both our cocks with your other
hand at the same time.  We'd both be so hard, and dripping, and you'd slap
my cheeks again, pulling on our cocks, over and over, and it would feel so
good, I'd be arching up into the blows, and pushing down into your fist,
and we'd both be moaning by now, the pleasure building up in both of
us..."Don't stop," I'd groan, "don't ever stop, feels so good, so fucking
good..." and you'd spank me one more time, and we'd both come together in
your hand, and you'd keep stroking us until we were both empty, and then
you'd collapse against my back...'

'Then I'd lean down over your ass,' Viggo corrected, 'and I'd lick it from
top to bottom, smoothing every red mark with my tongue, soothing away any
pain, and I'd spread your cheeks gently with my hands, and lick between
them, up and down, until you were arching beneath me again...'

'And then you'd rim me?' Orlando moaned eagerly.

'And then I'd rim you,' Viggo agreed.  'I'd circle that beautiful pink
opening with my tongue, lapping over it until it was wet and gleaming, then
I'd push just the tip of my tongue inside, and I'd feel you getting hard
again, so I'd push in further, and take your cock in my hand... you'd be
moaning my name, and I'd want to tell you how delicious you are, how much
your responsiveness arouses me, but I couldn't stop, so I'd push my tongue
in further, as far as I can, and pull it almost out, and push it in again,
pumping your cock with the same rhythm, until you're thrusting your hips
frantically and whimpering and moaning and you come again, spraying over my
hand with your release...'

Orlando trembled in Viggo's arms, sure he was going to come any minute just
from Viggo's seductive voice.  He drew in a deep shuddering breath and held
it, trying to think of a scenario to bring Viggo to the same level of need.
'I think...'

'It's my turn,' Viggo interrupted.

'No way, you just finished rimming me!' Orlando protested.

'That was part of your spanking fantasy,' Viggo corrected.  He paused a
moment before playing his trump card.  'Beanie,' he said.

Orlando opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

'He'd come into the kitchen right after our party sex,' Viggo explained.
'We'd fixed our pants and pulled down your shirt, but mine was still open,
and we were still collapsed against each other on the counter.  He'd take
one look at us and know immediately what we'd just done.  And he wouldn't
be able to hide the fact that it made him instantly hard.  I'd look at you,
and you'd nod, and we'd each take him by a hand and lead him into the
bedroom.

'I'd lock the door and push him against it, threading my fingers into his
hair so I could kiss him.  "Do you want this?" I'd ask, and he'd just nod.
I'd walk him over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, while you knelt in
front of him to unbuckle his belt.  For a minute we'd all be removing
clothes, our own, each others', kissing and licking and nipping at the
flesh we exposed, until the three of us were tangled together naked on the
bed.

'I'd sit back for a minute, watching you nuzzle Beanie's neck, before he
pinned you down and kissed you thoroughly.  You'd run your hands up his
sides to tease at his nipples, and he'd kiss his way down your throat
before you pulled his head back up to kiss you again.  Watching you
together would be so erotic, I couldn't hold back any longer.  I'd crawl up
the bed and kneel over you both, pulling Sean up to kiss him, tasting you
in his mouth, before breaking away to kiss you just as deeply.'

Viggo paused, and Orlando knew he was deciding how to arrange the three of
them.  'You're in the middle,' he said definitely.  'I'd reach down a hand
to stroke Beanie's cock, while you got the lube from the nightstand.  I'd
kiss him again, turning him to lie on his side, while you lubed up your
fingers and gently slid one inside him.  I'd keep stroking him while you
got him ready for you, then I'd kiss you one more time before you slid your
cock slowly inside him...

'I'd move behind you, kissing my way down your back and up your sides,
reaching my hand between the two of you to rub your nipples.'  Viggo's
hands began to slide up Orlando's body, actions mimicking his words as he
continued, 'I'd move my other hand between your legs, feeling you sliding
slowly in and out of Sean...' His hand drifted down towards Orlando's rigid
cock, but was caught and held firmly before he reached it.  'The minute you
touch me, I'm going to come,' Orlando gasped.  Viggo licked a path up
Orlando's neck to his ear, whispering against it, 'then I'd move my hand
down to my own cock, coating it with lube and sliding it against your ass,
rubbing it up and down between your cheeks,' his hips thrusting firmly
against Orlando's now, 'spreading them apart and sliding inside you,
matching your rhythm with Beanie, so that you're fucking him and I'm
fucking you...'

Orlando couldn't stand any more.  'Damn it, Viggo, fuck me, fuck me now,
please, can't wait, need you inside me NOW!'  Viggo grabbed the lube from
under the pillow, hastily squeezed some over his cock, then slammed into
Orlando with one powerful thrust.  Orlando screamed Viggo's name and
convulsed against his hand, spasming repeatedly as he poured out his
release.  Viggo managed perhaps three strokes before following him, locking
Orlando's hips against his with an iron grip as one of the most powerful
orgasms he'd ever experienced ripped through him.

The two men continued to shudder with aftershocks for minutes afterwards.
At last, Viggo slid gently from Orlando's body, turning him within his arms
to capture his mouth in a long, loving kiss.

'Like I said, I don't think you have anything to worry about,' said Viggo,
only slightly smugly.

'I guess not,' Orlando agreed.  He nestled his head against Viggo's chest,
listening to his slowly steadying heartbeat.  Suddenly he chuckled.  'But I
think we left Beanie hanging there...'

'Don't worry about Beanie,' Viggo answered with a smile.  'We'll take good
care of him...next time.'