Title: Something Different (1/5)
Author:  namárië120
E-mail:  namarie120@yahoo.com
Live Journal:  www.livejournal.com/users/namarie120
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:  is most welcome
Summary:  Sequel to 'Nothing New' - fantasies are nice, but reality is even
better
Beta:  the wonderful Ariel

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Orlando dropped his duffel bag on the floor of the entryway and pulled the
door closed behind him to shut out the chill wind.  'Viggo?' he called as
he walked through the hallway to the kitchen.  Filming had wrapped sooner
in the day than scheduled, and Orlando had caught a seat on an earlier
flight to L.A.  He'd wanted to surprise Viggo, so he hadn't called to let
him know to expect him.  Walking into the kitchen, Orlando smelled a
pleasant aroma and lifted the lid of the pot simmering on the range.  Some
type of soup bubbled gently.  So, even if Viggo was out, he wouldn't be
gone long.  Orlando stirred the soup with the spoon resting nearby,
replaced the lid and wandered in the direction of the studio at the back of
the house.

The sunlit room was empty but Viggo had obviously been working in it
recently.  A large canvas, colored with streaks of blue and green and
yellow, rested on an easel near one of the floor-to-ceiling windows that
looked out on the private garden.  The floor around it was covered with
scraps of fabric, bits of newsprint, and a few photographs.  The
arrangement seemed random but Orlando knew better than to disturb it.  He
studied the composition for a few minutes, trying to imagine what Viggo was
planning, before giving up.  He'd wait to see the final product - Viggo
told him that pieces often changed direction as he worked, finishing quite
differently than originally envisioned.

Orlando shivered slightly.  The room was cool, the one drawback of the huge
windows being how they transmitted heat and cold.  He glanced at the corner
of the room, where Viggo had installed a small fireplace, next to the
ugliest sofa known to mankind.  Orlando teased him endlessly about the
ragged red velvet monstrosity.  Viggo simply replied that it was
comfortable to rest on, and he didn't have to worry about getting paint on
it.  Or other things, Orlando thought, smiling at the memory of several
lazy afternoons spent making love with Viggo on the sofa.  That gave him an
idea...something he had been daydreaming about ever since the last time
they'd been together, in Toronto.

Returning to the entryway, he retrieved his duffel bag before kneeling to
set a match to the logs already stacked inside the fireplace.  He pulled a
soft cashmere throw from the back of the sofa onto the floor, and rummaged
through his duffel until he found the items he was looking for.  Then he
pulled off his shoes, leaned back against the sofa, and waited for his love
to return.

He didn't have to wait long.  Just a few minutes later, Viggo padded
quietly into the studio, carrying a bag from a nearby art supply store.
Orlando silently enjoyed the way Viggo's jeans, worn almost white in
places, and his paint-spattered denim shirt clung to his lover's
well-defined form.  Characteristically, Viggo was barefoot, and Orlando
wondered idly if he'd even bothered to put on shoes to go to the store.

'Hello, Vig,' Orlando said quietly from the fireplace corner.

'Orlando!" Viggo dropped his bag and spun around, a wide smile on his face,
'I didn't expect you until tonight.'  Crossing the room quickly, he pulled
Orlando up into a tight embrace and claimed his lips in a thorough kiss.
Viggo never did anything in half measures, Orlando thought, as Viggo's
tongue tenderly re-learned the contours of his mouth.  He gave himself up
to the pleasure of just kissing Viggo for several moments before pulling
back to draw a breath.

'We wrapped early, so I caught another flight,' Orlando explained.  'Don't
stop because of me,' he continued, nodding toward the easel.  'I'll just
sit here and watch genius at work.'

Viggo considered the light through the large windows before shaking his
head.  'The sun's starting to set, I won't have the right light much
longer.  Besides,' he continued, 'I can think of better things to do now
that you're here.'  He gently pushed Orlando back against the sofa,
capturing his lips again as his hands slid under the hem of his sweater.
Orlando quivered as Viggo's calloused fingertips slid up his sides, rubbing
softly over each rib until they reached his already pebbled nipples.  Viggo
pressed the length of his body against Orlando's, the solid swell of his
erection leaving no doubt as to what 'better things' he had in mind.  He
broke the kiss to tug the sweater over his lover's head, but Orlando gently
pushed his hands away.

'I refuse to make love on that raggedy piece of recycling you call a sofa,'
he teased.  'Come here, love,' he coaxed instead, pulling Viggo down to
kneel with him on the cashmere throw.  He threaded his hands into the hair
at Viggo's temples, leaning forward to nip gently at his lips, running his
tongue teasingly over them but pulling back each time Viggo tried to deepen
the kiss.  It would be so easy to let Viggo take over control of their
lovemaking.  Orlando didn't want to succumb to that temptation, but he was
surprisingly nervous about how to suggest his idea to Viggo.  It had
sounded so erotic when Viggo described the fantasy, but maybe the reality
wouldn't live up to the dream, maybe it would turn Viggo off rather than
arousing him...

To buy time, Orlando began to unbutton Viggo's shirt while continuing his
teasing kisses, slipping his fingers inside to tangle in the light hair on
Viggo's chest.  He pushed the shirt off Viggo's arms and bent to lap his
tongue over each flat nipple in turn, smiling to himself as he felt Viggo
tremble beneath his lips.  He caught a hard nub gently between his teeth
before sucking it firmly into his mouth.  Viggo moaned, his responsiveness
restoring Orlando's confidence.  He could do this, Orlando thought as he
repeated the caresses to Viggo's other nipple.  He could make this
wonderful man shudder and moan with pleasure.  Suddenly he wanted very much
to play out their fantasy for Viggo - for both of them - to enjoy.

'Vig,' he asked quietly, 'do you remember our first night in Toronto?'

'Every minute of it, angel,' Viggo replied softly, lifting his blue eyes to
give Orlando his undivided attention.  'Why?'

Orlando drew a deep breath.  'Do you still want me to show you how I use my
dildo?' he asked.

Viggo's eyelids slid shut for a moment, then opened to reveal eyes shining
with love and desire.  'You'd do that for me?' he whispered wonderingly.

'I'll do anything you want me to, Viggo,' Orlando answered. 'All you ever
have to do is ask.'  He reached beside the sofa to retrieve the toy and the
bottle of lube he had hidden there earlier, laying them on the blanket
between them.

Viggo's eyes darkened with desire as he sat back on his heels.  'Strip for
me,' he growled, the tone of his deep voice making Orlando's already hard
cock swell even more.  Orlando stood gracefully, pulling his sweater over
his head and tossing it on the sofa before dropping his hands to the button
fly of his jeans.  He slowly slipped each button open, relieving the
pressure on his rigid erection, his eyes never leaving Viggo's.  Finally he
pushed the jeans and boxers down his lean hips, stepping out of them and
kicking them aside to stand proudly naked before his lover.

'Touch yourself,' Viggo commanded, repeating the words from their fantasy.
Orlando raised his hands to his chest, running them down his ribs and back
up again with the same caress Viggo had used earlier.  He circled his
fingertips around his nipples, brushing over the hard tips gently before
catching them between his fingers, rubbing and pinching them, tugging on
them with increasing pressure.  'I love when you do this to me,' Orlando
told Viggo, 'the feel of your hands on my body.'  He slid his own hands
slowly down his chest, drawing a hissing breath as he stroked over the
sensitive skin of his abdomen.  He repeated the light touch several times,
until his nerves became acclimated to the caress, before continuing down to
wrap one hand around his already leaking cock, the other hand gently
cupping his balls.  'Feels so good,' he sighed, sliding his hand slowly up
and down his shaft, spreading the moisture from the tip down its length,
'so good when you touch me, Vig...'

Viggo swallowed convulsively, leaning forward to gently pull Orlando's
hands away from his body.  He ran his tongue across the palm of the hand
Orlando had stroked himself with, his soft moan making Orlando tremble with
need.  'God, angel, you taste so good,' Viggo rasped, picking up the lube
and pressing it into Orlando's moist palm before sitting back again,
unbuttoning his own jeans as he did so to ease the pressure on his
rock-hard erection.

Orlando uncapped the lube with trembling hands, squeezing it onto his
fingers before letting it drop to the floor.  He reached behind himself to
spread his cheeks with the other hand, sliding the lubed fingers down the
channel between them.  He brushed slowly over his entrance, gently circling
with one finger before sliding it inside, his breath catching as it slipped
past his guardian muscle.  'When you touch me like this, it's like I can
feel you filling me with your love,' Orlando whispered to Viggo.  'I can
never get enough of it, never get enough of you,' he moaned, slipping
another finger inside, gasping as they brushed against his prostate.  He
slid his fingers in and out, scissoring them and rubbing them over the
sensitive spot, until his legs began to tremble.  'I'm ready for you,
Viggo,' he groaned hoarsely.  Viggo picked up the dildo and coated it
generously with lube before handing it to Orlando, his own hand shaking as
palm touched palm.

Orlando slid his fingers out gently and positioned the head of the dildo at
his entrance.  'I hate when you take your fingers away,' he admitted to
Viggo, 'hate to feel empty again, even for a minute, even though I know
you'll fill me with something much better,' as he slowly slid the dildo
inside, taking it in inch by inch until it was fully sheathed within him.
He heard Viggo's breathing become ragged as he began to slide the toy
slowly in and out.  He let his head fall back as he imagined Viggo filling
his tight channel.  'You feel so good, you make me feel so good, Vig,' he
moaned, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts.

Viggo watched a bead of sweat run down Orlando's flat stomach.  He couldn't
help himself, he had to lean forward and follow the path of the droplet
with his lips.  He touched the tip of his tongue to Orlando's dripping
cock, licking away the moisture leaking from it.  Orlando moaned as Viggo
swirled his tongue around the head of his cock, encouraging Viggo to lick a
path up and down the length of the shaft.  He buried his face in the soft
curls surrounding Orlando's balls, gently sucking first one, then the other
inside his hot mouth.  Viggo was so tempted to touch Orlando, to touch
himself, but he forced his hands to remain on the blanket in front of him,
concentrating all his desire on worshipping Orlando with his lips and
tongue.  He drew his lips back over the head of Orlando's cock, taking the
length slowly inside his mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft and
across the thick vein pulsing beneath it.  Orlando began thrusting forward,
pushing his cock deeper into Viggo's mouth, in time with the strokes of the
dildo inside him.  Viggo swallowed Orlando's length, beginning to suck as
Orlando thrust harder and faster, moans and whimpers and inarticulate
sounds falling from his lips as the pleasure built within him.  'Oh god,
Viggo, so good, so good,' he babbled, 'oh yeah, oh no, gonna come, gonna
come now, oh...aah... Vig!"  With a final thrust he exploded inside Viggo's
mouth, his knees buckling as they could no longer hold him erect.  Viggo's
arms caught his thighs, holding him up as he continued to suck and swallow
until the aftershocks slowed.  He let Orlando's now soft cock slide from
between his lips and gently slid the dildo from between his cheeks.  He
lowered Orlando to his knees and kissed him deeply before resting his
forehead against his lover's.

Orlando's eyes flickered open and gazed lovingly into Viggo's still
passion-darkened ones.  'That was amazing, love,' he whispered.  'But it
was your fantasy, and I had all the pleasure.'

'Not all the pleasure,' Viggo replied with a slow smile.  'Watching you
come was...very...pleasurable.  Now when we have phone sex, I'll really be
able to visualize you pleasing yourself.'

'Did you really enjoy it, Viggo?' Orlando asked pointedly.

'You know I did, angel,' Viggo replied.

'Then return the favor,' Orlando coaxed, moving the dildo and lube in front
of Viggo with a grin.

Viggo hesitated.  'I've never used one of these on myself,' he admitted.
Orlando resisted the urge to smile at the hint of red that crept up Viggo's
cheeks.  His lover was so accustomed to the role of experienced older man,
it was touching to see him admit to uncertainty about anything.  'It's OK,
love, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,' Orlando began.

'No,' Viggo interrupted, 'I want to do this...for you.  Just be kind to an
old virgin,' he added with his own grin as he reached for the lube.
Standing up, he quickly slid his jeans off before kneeling back down on the
soft cashmere throw.

Viggo coated his fingers with the slick liquid and reached behind himself
as Orlando had done.  He gently massaged his balls, his cock growing harder
and more erect as he did so, before rubbing the fingers over his opening.
His eyelids slid shut as he slipped a fingertip inside himself, pulling it
back just a little and then sliding it in more deeply.

'Look at me, please, Vig,' Orlando pleaded.  'I want to see what you're
feeling.'  Viggo opened his eyes and met Orlando's, blue eyes and brown
both glowing with love and passion.  Viggo slid a second finger inside,
hissing a little at the sensation, until the feeling of tightness passed.
He moved the fingers in a circular motion, his breath hitching as he found
the sensitive gland deep inside.  After a few moments he added a third
finger, recognizing as it slid in without discomfort that he was ready.  He
indulged himself with a few more pleasurable strokes over his prostate
before withdrawing his fingers and coating the dildo with a healthy squeeze
of lube.

The sun had slipped beneath the horizon, the only illumination in the room
now coming from the flickering firelight.  Orlando drank in the sight of
Viggo kneeling before him, shadows and golden flames painting his glorious
body with a palate Rembrandt would envy.  Viggo's eyes remained locked with
Orlando's as he slowly slid the dildo inside himself, releasing a deep sigh
as it rubbed against his already sensitized prostate.  His cock bobbed
slightly as he began to stroke with a slow thrusting rhythm.

'Orlando,' Viggo whispered huskily in the voice that never failed to arouse
him wildly, 'this feels good, really good, but I need more, angel.  Can I
touch myself?'

A wave of renewed desire surged through Orlando.  'I have a better idea,'
he answered.  Turning to face away from him, Orlando straddled Viggo's
thighs and leaned forward on his forearms.  'Fuck me, Viggo,' he pleaded
softly.

Viggo leaned forward to suckle the side of Orlando's neck fiercely before
guiding the head of his cock to Orlando's already well-lubed entrance.  He
buried himself fully inside Orlando with a single stroke, both of them
moaning in pleasure at the contact.  Viggo wrapped his free hand around
Orlando's hips, pulling him back against him as he matched the thrusting
rhythm of his pelvis to the strokes of the dildo.  Orlando groaned as
Viggo's cock repeatedly brushed against his prostate, knowing neither of
them would be able to last for long.  He reached behind Viggo to grasp the
dildo, freeing Viggo's other hand to find its way to his throbbing
erection.  Viggo wrapped his hand around Orlando's cock, stroking it firmly
in time with his thrusts.  'Fuck, angel, this is so damn good,' Viggo
rasped hoarsely.  Orlando groaned again in response, the backward thrust of
his hips becoming erratic as he felt the wave beginning to engulf him
again.  'Come with me, angel,' Viggo growled, and Orlando threw back his
head and screamed Viggo's name as he splashed his release over Viggo's
fist.  Feeling Orlando contract around him stole the last of Viggo's
control, and he came with a shout, pumping his hips against Orlando until
he was drained.

The two men slithered bonelessly to the floor, where they lay panting in
each other's arms.  Finally, as their racing heartbeats slowed, Viggo
placed the dildo on the sofa and wrapped the blanket around their
sweat-soaked bodies.

'Now do you understand why I like my dildo?' Orlando teased gently.

'I'm not sure it would have quite the same effect without you here, but
yes, you've convinced me,' admitted Viggo with a smile.  'In fact, you may
have created a monster.  I'll definitely need to buy one of these for
myself.'

'Just call me Doctor Wankenstein,' Orlando quipped.

'That is so bad it doesn't deserve a response,' Viggo groaned.  'Come on,
angel, let's take a shower.  I think we need to go toy shopping.'


tbc