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Title: Silent Partners (7/?)
Author: Louby ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fictionbylouby
Pairing: V/O, Orlando/Christian Bale
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The causes and consequences of infidelity.
Warnings: A.U, mentions of het, (non con & violence in later chapters).
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the plot is mine.
AN: Beta read by my amazing twin sister Pippi.
AN 2: Thanks to imogen_lily for this gorgeous banner.
Sorry I'm taking longer to get chapters out, I work for the English Football Premier League and our seasons go August to May so I'm super busy at work with the end of the season coming up
Orlando woke up slowly from what felt like the best nights sleep he’d had in months. Not quite ready to surrender to the daylight flickering through the curtains, he kept his eyes closed and snuggled further into Christian’s warm embrace. ‘Wait a minute’ Orlando thought suddenly. ‘Christian doesn’t hold me while I sleep, and when was the last time he was still in bed when I woke up?’ Opening his eyes in alarm, Orli took in the unfamiliar surroundings, taking a few seconds to finally remember where he was and who he was with. He smiled instantly when he remembered, turning in Viggo’s arms to look at his lover’s serene face, unable to resist kissing him softly on the forehead.
In truth Viggo had awoken the moment he subconsciously felt his young lover stir in his arms, but stayed still in case Orli drifted back off to sleep. When he felt his lover’s perfect lips make contact with his forehead, he slowly opened his eyes to see Orlando staring down at him lovingly.
“I could get used to this” Viggo said as he looked up at his lover through hooded eyes, he voice rough from sleep. “Can’t think of anything better to wake up to.”
“I know the feeling” Orli replied as Viggo pulled him down into a loving kiss. The pair kissed languidly for several minutes, the first conference did not begin until the afternoon since most people were travelling to Scotland that day, meaning they had the entire morning together, just the two of them.
“What time is it?” Orlando asked when the finally broke for air.
Viggo shifted slightly to grab his phone off the night stand. “Just before 9am”
“Brilliant” Orli answered contently as he rolled off of Viggo and on to his back. “That’s means we’ve got almost four hours.”
“Four hours?” Viggo asked with a raised eyebrow. He rolled over to face Orli once again, idly tracing random patterns on his lean torso. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Oh I think I am” Orli answered seductively, moving closer to Viggo. “Room service”
“Little tease” Viggo mocked good naturedly as Orli reached over to his night stand to grab the menu, offering the American a delectable view of his bare arse. Orlando squeaked in surprise as Viggo pulled him back against him.
“Let’s just lie here for a bit baby” Viggo murmured as his kissed Orli’s shoulder. “We never get this opportunity. Then I promise you can order whatever you want from room service. Anyone would think you’d never stayed in a hotel before!”
Orlando seemed to agree with Viggo’s suggestion, and leaned back into Viggo’s hold, closing his eyes and purring as his lover continued to lay gentle kisses along his shoulder blades.
“I love this” Viggo said after a while. “Just laying here with you, holding you like you’re supposed to be held. I think I could hold you forever”
“You’ll have to” Orli retorted. “This feels so right that I don’t ever want to move”
“Not long now baby” Viggo whispered as Orli turned to face him. “Two and a half weeks. That’s what? 18 days. Then I’ll be able to lie with you like this every morning for the rest of our lives. I can’t think of anything better.”
“You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for Vig!” Orli laughed. “The novelty will soon wear off after a few mornings of having to wake me up at 6 in the morning for work. I’m so not a morning person and there’s a chance I’ll punch you in the face!”
“Well that’s a chance I’m more than willing to take” Viggo stroked his lover’s back as they kissed slowly, his hand gradually getting progressively lower until it met with the younger man’s arse, before slowly stroking back upwards to rest on the small of Orli’s back. They’d have sex that night, more than likely anyway. But right now it didn’t feel like the time. Both of them just needed to take it easy; in an eerie way it felt like the calm before the storm. The pair of them needed to cherish moments like this; they wouldn’t be able to relax like this for quite some time.
“About work” Orli murmured against Viggo’s shoulder. “Before this all comes out, I think I should hand in my notice.”
Viggo’s eyes shot open in shock, wondering what on earth had prompted this decision. Orli loved his job, even before the pair of them had got together he had always been extremely happy at work, so the reasons behind him wanting to quit were lost on Viggo.
“Why angel?” Viggo asked, pushing Orli’s chin up with his fingers to look at the younger man.
“As soon as the powers that be find out about us they’re going to make things difficult” Orli explained with a sad smile. “I don’t want to give them any more ammunition.” He kissed Viggo softly, glad that his lover was content just to listen and let him explain, it was more than Christian had ever done. In fact apart from Sam and Jake, Viggo was the only person who, when Orli spoke to them, he knew they were really listening and not just waiting for their turn to talk. Even his own mother, whom Orli loved unconditionally, always thought she knew best and often disregarded her son’s opinion and brushed him off.
“When I was in first year there was this finalist called Eva Green.” Orli continued slowly, idly running his fingers over Viggo’s stomach. “When she graduated she started a job much the same as mine. After a few months it turned out that she’d been having a relationship with Professor. Csokas.”
“Professor Csokas?” Viggo butted in in confusion. “I don’t know him”
“Well you wouldn’t, he left that same year” Orli smiled softly. “When all this became apparent he was basically driven out of the school. Because even though she was no longer a student, he was still her superior and that supposedly means he took advantage of her. At the time I overheard lecturers talking about it; they’d been told that if she left quietly they’d brush it all under the carpet, but they didn’t. So in the end they both lost their jobs. Just because there’s no written rule about this thing doesn’t mean they can’t ruin things for you Vig.”
Viggo looked at Orli lovingly; just when he thought he knew everything there was to know about his lover, that there was nothing left to surprise him, Orlando went and did or said something that left Viggo astounded. The mere fact that Orli was more than willing to leave a job that he loved, that gave him the only independence he’d ever had, just to make things easier for Viggo, made his heart swell.
“No one’s ever done something like that for me before.” Viggo said absentmindedly, stroking his lover’s cheek tenderly. “Well, maybe Christine. But it’s been a long time. You’re amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” Orlando countered, kissing Viggo’s fingers as they ran over his lips. “Before I met you I was quite content to settle for second best. Christian gave me everything anyone could ever want, except the one thing I needed from him. You made me realise that I’ve got a right to be happy, and right now I don’t think I could be happier.”
“Have you thought about what else want to do?” Viggo asked gently.
“Find a post in another school I guess.” Orli shrugged apathetically.
Viggo raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want to go into the West End? Or even try out for a few movies? I know the industry and you well enough to know that you won’t have any problems whatsoever finding your first role.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” Orli asked in surprise, propping his head up with his elbow. Christian had made it quite clear that it wasn’t appropriate for Orli to be pursuing any sort of acting career, but then again Viggo wasn’t Christian.
“Of course I don’t mind baby!” Viggo laughed, propping himself up so that he and Orli were at eye level. “What’s the point in having a degree if you never use it? You think Jake will quit his job as soon as he settles down? And put all that hard work to waste?”
“Jake? Settle down? Now I know you’ve lost it Old Man!” Orli giggled at Viggo’s indignant look, kissing him on the cheek. “But in all seriousness, I don’t know exactly what I want to do. I mean I’ve wanted to act all my life, ever since I saw Paul Newman in The Hustler when I was six. But my life so far hasn’t exactly gone the way I’d planned, so now I’m not sure on anything anymore – except you of course!” he added quickly. It was true, in his short life he’d overcome being abandoned by his father and having to face the reality that he was worthless to him. He’d walked, when doctors said he was paralysed, and he’d succeeded in one of the toughest theatre schools in the world, when his fellow students had said he was just a pretty face. But out of everything he’d ever done, Viggo was the one thing he was more proud of than anything else, fuck everyone else’s opinion. He knew he’d done the right thing.
“You don’t need to make your mind up right away” Viggo replied. “In fact it’s probably best that you don’t. The next few months are going to be extremely difficult and both our heads are going to be full of so much stuff that you probably won’t be ready to make such a huge decision. But when you do, I’ll support you unconditionally. Even if it means you jetting off to the other side of the world for a year to make some monster epic.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun!” Orli exclaimed. “The past four months have killed me, being away from you. Once we move in together I don’t intend to ever let you out of my sight.”
“You’d have the time of your life and you know it” Viggo shot back with a grin. “Being on a film set, filming all day and talking about movies all night with like minded people. And the premieres. Thousands of fan girls screaming ‘Orli! I wanna have your babies.’ - There’s nothing like being a screen actor love, you’ll see soon enough. And I could never deny you that even if I wanted to.”
Orli felt like his face was about to split he was smiling so much. Yes, that was what he wanted. Not right away, but he realised now that it was what he needed after all. Trust Viggo to make him understand in only a few words.
“I love you Vig” Orli leaned over and kissed his lover soundly, relishing the feel of Viggo’s hands roaming over his body, not in any sort of sexual way, just a comfortable familiarity.
“Why don’t you go and have a shower” Viggo suggested as they finally broke apart. “I’ll phone for breakfast and hopefully it’ll be here when you come out”
“Does that mean I have to move?” Orli groaned, pulling the covers over his head.
“Yup!” Viggo tried hard not to laugh as he pulled the duvet from Orli, who in turn retaliated by sticking his head under the pillow, giggling to himself. “Move your sweet, little behind.”
“Blanket Nazi!” Orli grumbled between giggles as he begrudgingly got up, leaving Viggo on the bed to appreciate Orlando’s nakedness, wolf whistling when the younger man bent down to retrieve his toiletries from his luggage, only to dissolve in a fit of giggles himself when Orli showed him the finger.
“Hey! I didn’t realise there was a Jacuzzi in here!” Orli called from the bathroom. “Lots of bubbly fun to be had love!”
“It’s a good job I don’t love you for your observation skills!” Viggo called back as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. “You obviously didn’t notice it last night.”
“Sorry Vig, I was a bit preoccupied with your huge cock up my arse to keep an eye out for luxury bathroom appliances.”
Viggo chuckled to himself and shook his head as he dialled for room service, hoping that young Orlando and his potty mouth were done for the time being so that whoever answered the phone wasn’t mentally scarred for life.
Half an hour later Viggo was lying on the bed reading the hotel magazine. Orli still hadn’t emerged from the shower and the older man made a mental note to make sure he got to the bathroom before Orlando once they were living together, although judging by how the younger man hated getting out of bed that wasn’t going to be a problem. Besides, whatever Orli got up to in the bathroom seemed to work, he never looked anything less than stunning.
Viggo got up off the bed when he heard a knocking at the room next to them, the room that Orlando was supposed to be staying in. Thinking that it must be their breakfast being sent to the wrong room, he pulled on a t-shirt and went to open the door. Knocking on the room next door was a hotel porter holding a very expensive looking bunch of flowers.
“Good morning sir, I’m looking for a Mr. Orlando Bloom.” the porter said politely as he turned to face him.
“He’s in here; I’ll take them for him. Viggo answered in confusion, not missing the raised eyebrow as the porter cautiously handed the bouquet over.
“Thank you sir, your room service will be delivered shortly.” Viggo simply nodded as he turned round and closed the door. Who was sending his lover flowers, in Scotland of all places? His fingers itched to open the small cream envelope that accompanied the gift, but managed to resist. They weren’t addressed to him and he didn’t want to invade the younger man’s privacy.
“That shower is amazing Vig!” The older man jumped as Orli’s voice broke his train of thought. He smiled up at his lover as he left the bathroom, still dripping wet and wearing nothing but a short towel around his waist, patting his curls dry with a hand towel. Once he reached the bed he climbed onto Viggo’s lap, not caring when the towel dropped from around his waist. “We’ve got to get one of those for the house.” Orli turned Viggo’s face to his so that he could kiss him, confused as to why he lover kept looking away. Deciding to follow the American’s gaze, Orli finally saw the flowers.
“They’re addressed to you” Viggo explained, allowing Orlando to climb off of his knee to see the flowers and open the message card.
“With regret, Chris” Orli read, unimpressed.
“With regret?!” Viggo repeated incredulously. “For God’s sake, it’s not like someone died. Surely ‘I’m sorry’ is a better way to apologise for groping you against your will.”
“I’ve told you before, Christian doesn’t apologise” Orli quickly snapped. “This is a big gesture for him. The word sorry isn’t even in his vocabulary.”
Viggo could tell that the flowers had bothered Orli. He was frowning and starting to run his fingers through his hair; that was a sure sign that he was starting to get stressed, it was what he did to calm himself down.
“Come here baby.” Viggo opened his arms, gesturing for Orli to come to him. Eventually Orlando relented and allowed Viggo to embrace him, his lover seemingly unconcerned that Orli was getting him wet.
“Why does he always do that?” Orli demanded to no one in particular. “Where ever I go, even when I just want to forget about him, he always turns up somehow”
“Come on baby” Viggo soothed as he stroked his lover’s back. “They’re only flowers; we can get rid of them if you like. Don’t let him spoil our time together.”
“You’re right Vig” Orlando sighed against Viggo’s chest. “I can’t believe I’m getting angry over a stupid bunch of flowers, which Christian probably didn’t even pick out himself.”
“It’s not stupid Orli; I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be for you” Viggo kissed his lover’s wet curls, glad that Orlando had calmed down. “Letting it ruin your day, that would be stupid. Are you going to let him ruin our day?”
Orli smiled warmly up at his lover from his lap. “Not a chance”
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“Oh my God Vig, I think I want to kill myself.” Orlando groaned dramatically. By the time the pair of them had slowly eaten breakfast, feeding each other tiny mouthfuls and stopping every few minutes to make out, Viggo had barely had time to shower and dress before they were practically running towards the conference centre to make sure they arrived on time. It turned out they needn’t have bothered, why Guildhall had sent them there was beyond Viggo. Three days away with Orli was certainly nothing to complain about, but the conference itself definitely was. The conference organisers must have spent months searching the country for the most mind numbingly boring and uncharismatic professor they could find. They had broken for a tea break at 2.30, only 90 minutes after the conference had started and Orlando was already losing the will to live. In fact he had started to get restless after only 10 minutes of listening to whom Orlando had already dubbed “monotone.” While Orlando’s trademark wriggling was endearing 99% of the time, all it was managing to do during the presentation was remind Viggo that there were 101 things he’d rather be doing with his lover, and that included watching paint dry.
“I know baby, I’m sorry” Viggo said apologetically as he poured himself yet another cup of strong coffee in hope that it would get him though the next two hours. “If it makes you feel any better this is not how I would have chosen to spend our first trip away together.”
“Really?” Orli smiled as he stirred the lemon around his tea. “How would we have spent out first trip away together?”
“You know, the normal things couples do. We’d have slept in late, and then I’d take you for lunch at some little café, maybe somewhere where we could sit outside. We’d get dessert, and argue over whether you pronounce that round thing with raisons and butter ‘scon’ or ‘scone’.” Viggo stopped briefly as Orli laughed, Viggo loved to make fun of Orlando’s Britishness and Orli in turn was never short of American jokes. “Then we’d walk around the city and do all the touristy stuff, holding hands of course. We wouldn’t the people who were staring, thinking how beautiful you were and wondering what you were doing with me. Then we’d go back to the room and get changed so I could take you out to some fancy restaurant so I could woo you and tell you how much I love you, not that you need reminding. Maybe I’d buy you a rose, or get the token violinist to sing you a love song…..and then I’d feel you up in some alley on the way back to the hotel!.”
“Viggo!” Orli chided in mock offence. “Why go and spoil it? And how do you know I’d let you feel me up in this little fantasy of yours?”
“Easy” Viggo retorted with a wink. “I got you drunk in the restaurant.”
“Wanker” Orli smiled, before frowning when he realised that people were heading back into the conference. It was a shame that Viggo’s little plan wasn’t going to happen. Viggo had never been to Edinburgh, and Orlando had only been twice with his parents and Samantha when he was younger. It would have been wonderful to be able to share the wonderful city with his lover, especially since it was one of the warmest days of the year so far. Then a devious little idea crossed Orli’s mind.
“Let’s do a runner!” he whispered excitedly in Viggo’s ear.
“What?” Viggo spluttered, almost spraying his lover with half-drank hot coffee. “You’re not serious!”
“Deadly serious! Come on Vig, live a little. You said yourself this isn’t what you want. We’ve already signed in, and there are over 100 people in that lecture hall. There’s no way Monotone is going to miss two people.”
Viggo was torn; it did sound tempting, and Orli was practically bouncing at the idea of it. Then again if it ever got back to the university they would both be in serious trouble, not least because they were paying for everything, and he was Orlando’s superior; he really should be setting a professional example. He was decided.
Viggo pulled a whining Orlando back towards to entrance to the lecture theatre, which was difficult since he was digging his heels into the plush carpet. Looking inside, he saw that Monotone was already with what looked like a million OHP slides. He stopped, causing his lover to bump into him in a very graceless manner.
“Come on then!” he said finally, before pulling a shocked looking Orlando in the opposite direction towards the stairs, practically running to avoid anyone from the conference seeing them escape. He could barely hear Orlando laughing behind him, telling Viggo that he was going to pull him down the stairs, but Orli knew that Viggo would never let him fall. Viggo felt like a kid again; running down the corridors, dragging Orlando behind him and nearly taking out several people along the way. The last time he had ran like that was when the night porter had caught him, Christine and Sean smoking pot behind the kitchens at college. That was just one of thousands of things he loved about Orli, he made him feel young again; he made him feel free.
When the pair were finally outside they collapsed in giggles, trying to catch their breath at the same time.
“When I said let’s do a runner I meant let’s slip out quietly not-”
Orli was cut off when Viggo pinned him against the wall, right in the middle of the street, and kiss him forcibly. After a brief second of shock Orli returned the kiss vehemently, not caring about the two teenage girls giggling as the walked past, or the old couple that tutted a little too loudly at the sight of the public display of affection.
“Thanks baby” Viggo panted as the pair came up for air. “Thanks for making me seize the day. The last time I did something that impulsive was when I got married in Rio, and even the Christine had to twist my arm.”
“What about when you kissed me for the first time? That came as a bit of a shock for me”
“That wasn’t impulsive” Viggo laughed. “I’d wanted to do that for the previous 18 months, I was terrified that I’d scare you away.”
“Well luckily you don’t have that worry anymore” Orlando purred, pressing himself against his lover and placing a final quick kiss on his lip to emphasise the point. “Come on then, back to the hotel” he chipped as he changed the subject, pulling Viggo across the street just as Viggo had pulled him through the conference centre. “It’s too much of a nice day to be lumbered with shirts and ties, and if your little speech earlier is anything to go by, we’ve got a lot of stuff to cram in”
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Orlando gasped when he returned to his seat in the restaurant, wondering if it were possible for the day to get any better. As soon as they had left the conference centre they began doing everything Viggo had talked about. They’d had a late lunch at a quaint little café, the weather having stayed warm enough for them to sit outside, and after much debate they’d decided that it was pronounced “scon,” because Orli was English and therefore he apparently knew best. They’d then spent the rest of the afternoon taking in the sights, all the while holding each other’s hand tightly and stopping every now and then to kiss languidly. Hardly anyone seemed to even notice the two good looking men who were obviously so into one another, and those who did felt nothing other than warmth and the occasional twang of jealousy at this couple who were so clearly in love and didn’t care who knew. And then, just as promised, Viggo had taken him to the fanciest restaurant he could find with a free table, and treated him to a delicious four course meal, and then sneakily left a single red rose waiting for his lover when he returned from the bathroom.
“You’re too much love” Orli smiled tenderly as he sat back down, idly running his fingers over the soft petals. “And good call on dismissing the violinist idea, I think I would have died of embarrassment.”
“Well, it’s beautiful” Viggo stated in explanation, taking Orli’s spare hand in his. “Just like you.”
Orli leaned across the table, met halfway by Viggo to share a loving kiss, the rose momentarily forgotten as he brought his hand that wasn’t held in Viggo’s up to caress his lover’s cheek.
“Close your eyes” Viggo murmured against Orlando’s lips, pulling away once her saw they were closed, before placing a gift wrapped box in the younger man’s hand.
“Okay baby, open them” Orlando did as he was told and stared intently down at the box in his hand, shaking it.
“Isn’t it early days to be proposing sweetheart?” Orlando asked in jest. He knew it wasn’t a ring; the box was too big and heavy, and if there was even the slightest chance it was a proposal he certainly wouldn’t joke about it.
“Cheeky minx” Viggo scolded affectionately. “Just open it.”
Viggo watched intently as his lover delicately unwrapped the box, taking a little too long for Viggo’s liking. He smiled as he saw Orli’s eyes light up as he saw what was inside.
“I bought it when I went to pay the bill at lunch, that’s why I was so long” he explained as Orli examined the exquisite mahogany music box. “It’s from the Playhouse Theatre. I wanted to get tickets for the Phantom of the Opera; I know it’s your favourite. But they were sold out for tonight and tomorrow so I bought you this instead.
Viggo leaned over and showed the Brit how to open the box. “See, there’s Christine and Raoul” he pointed at the two rotating figures in the centre of the box. “And if you look in the mirror on the inside lid, there’s the Phantom.” Viggo next turned the box upside down, revealing an engraving of that days date and the couple’s initials. “So you never forget”.
Orli had yet to say anything about the gift; Viggo sincerely hoped he liked it. “Listen” Viggo held the box up to his lover’s ear so he could hear the soft music. “That tune is ‘All I Ask of You.’ They had other songs but I thought the words to this one were particularly fitting. You know the words right?”
Orli looked up at Viggo with tears in his eyes. “I know the words” he said softly. “Viggo I don’t know what to say. No one has ever bought me such a thoughtful gift. Thank You.”
“You’re more than welcome baby” Viggo smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it” Orli corrected, his eyes focused once again on the two dancing figures. “You know me so well. You know Christian took me to the theatre once, to see Les Miserables.”
“Yeah” Viggo said dubiously “How did that turn out?”
“He complained the whole way through; people were actually telling him to shush.” Orli replied. “But at least he tried.” The two men looked at each other seriously for several moments, before they both burst out laughing.
“Seriously though, I think this might be the best gift I’ve ever received.” Orli continued with a huge grin on his face. “I only wish I could put it on display and show everyone who comes to the apartment.”
“Once we’re in the house you can” Viggo reassured.
“Yeah, and until then it’s going in the box.” Orli’s box, or more like a small chest, was something the younger man kept under the bed. It was padlocked and Orli wore the key around his neck amongst his other charms. It was the only place that Orlando could keep his personal things that he didn’t want anyone to see, and up until now Christian had accepted this and had never pressed his husband to reveal its contents. Since Orli and Viggo’s first night together, the young Brit had began collecting the strangest of things. Notes that Viggo had scribbled to him, even the most mundane, like things he needed Orli to do at work, receipts from dinners they had had together, and articles about Viggo in various industry magazines. Viggo always knew that the younger man would be sentimental; he was always talking about the past, and had scrap books full of pictures and souvenirs from his childhood. But up until now Orlando had never had anything of such value as the music box that Viggo had given him.
“Come on angel, let’s get the cheque.” Orli nodded in agreement as Viggo brought him out of his reverie, slipping the music box in the inside pocket of his jacket, right next to his heart.
As soon as they left the restaurant one’s hand automatically found the others, squeezing tightly. The made the 10 minute walk back to the hotel in almost silence, happy just to be in each other’s company and watch the world go by. Men and women in suits, straight off the late trains from King’s Cross and Euston made their way to the nearest taxi rank, trying to get home before midnight. Tourists milled around leisurely, taking in the ambience of the beautiful, historic city by night, and clubbers laughing manically made their way from bar to bar, singing 1980s party songs at the top of their voices. None of the people filling the city would have the slightest inkling that the two men were anything other than a happy couple, the fact that the two had spouses back in London would never have entered their heads; the two fitted so perfectly together and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
They were just coming into sight of the hotel, when Orli suddenly jerked Viggo’s arm, forcing the older man to follow him into the alley between two bars. Once they were at the end of the alley, almost in complete darkness, the faint buzz of the people inside the only sound, Viggo found himself pressed up against the wall his lover’s hot breath on his neck.
“Last thing you need to do that was on your list” he whispered seductively into the American’s ear. “Feel me up in an alley.”
“I was kidding Orlando!” Viggo stuttered, secretly turned on beyond belief by Orlando’s recent outgoing streak. “And…you’re not drunk! I didn’t get you drunk!”
“I’m drunk on you love” Orli purred.
“Jesus, what a line!” Viggo laughed nervously. Could he really do that sort of thing to his beautiful lover, right there in an alley, next to the dumpster with the faint stench of urine?
“Is it working?” It was almost pitch black but Viggo could guess that his lover was fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously. “I’m not some china doll Vig; you don’t have to worry about keeping me pure and pristine. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.” He came up close to Viggo once again, pressing himself up against the older so that he could feel just how aroused he was, before grabbing both of his lover’s large hands and forcing him to cup his arse. He groaned instantly as he felt Viggo squeeze him firmly, bringing his mouth against Viggo’s neck and kissing him softly, before he leant over to his lover’s ear and whispered huskily. “I can be dirty too.”
“Christ Orli are you trying to kill me?” Viggo groaned. But he was only human, and with Orlando in all his glory offering himself up on a plate like that…...he doubted even the pope would be able to turn him down.
Orlando laughed in delight as Viggo slammed him forcefully against the brick wall, snagging his Armani suit jacket and bruising his elbows. Not that Orlando cared; he had enough expensive clothes for a catwalk show in London fashion week, and what were elbows for if not for bracing yourself against more serious sexual injuries?
Viggo groaned as he forced his lover into a bruising kiss. Not in any of his relationships, not even Christine whom he loved so deeply, could he get so hard so fast, just from kissing. But then again Orli was an enigma, and their entire relationship had been one revelation after another.
“Touch me Vig” Orli moaned wantonly as his lover’s hand moved from his arse to furiously unbutton his fly, almost breaking the zip in his haste.
“Want me to make you cum in your pants Orlando?” Viggo growled, as he roughly fisted Orlando’s flesh. Orlando could only moan pitifully, nodding his head frantically as words escaped his lust-hazed mind, praying that Viggo wouldn’t stop. Thankfully his prayers were answered, and as Viggo’s left hand continued to manipulate Orli’s swollen shaft, his right found its way into Orli’s hair, clutching his curls and pulling his head back gently but firmly to expose the young man’s long, elegant neck. Perfect for sinking your teeth into. Well, not quite literally. Blood play wasn’t exactly Viggo’s thing, but that didn’t stop him from mouthing Orlando’s neck hungrily.
Viggo removed his hand from the Brit’s pants momentarily, bringing his fingers up to Orli’s lips until the younger man sucked them into his mouth, making them wet enough for what was sure to come. Not one to disappoint, Viggo’s hand snaked back into his lover’s pants, this time reaching behind his hard cock. He smiled at the moan that emitted from Orli as he gave his balls a gentle squeeze, before running his fingers along the young man’s perineum until he finally came to the entrance to his lover’s body. He looked up at his Orlando; his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip to prevent him from calling out and alerting passers by to their presence.
“Open up baby” whispered huskily, to which Orlando eagerly complied by widening his stance, pushing himself up onto tippy toes and arching his back gracefully as he felt two of Viggo’s fingers pushing into him insistently. This time Orli could do nothing to control the pants and moans that escaped him, and when Viggo easily found his prostrate, he would have easily given the game away had his lover’s spare hand not clamped firmly over his mouth to keep him quiet. Orlando grunted slightly in pain as the force of Viggo’s hand over his mouth accidentally banged his head against the brick wall, but with what Viggo’s fingers were doing inside him he hardly noticed the brief pain in his skull. It all felt so decedent; hiding in a dirty alley in a strange city, with his pants round his thighs and Viggo’s fingers shoved crudely up his arse, all the while forcing him to keep quiet with his other hand. Unlike almost all of their previous sexual encounters, this was purely about Viggo trying to get him off, the way his hole ached at the dry penetration, and the way Viggo rubbed his pleasure centre at a brutal pace was new and exciting, and they were definitely going to do it again. He knew this was beyond Christian’s comprehension, and probably Maria’s too. Those two were all about acting with decorum and being civilised, even in bed. If either of them could see him and Viggo at that moment, they’d probably have a stroke.
Viggo suddenly stilled his movements when he heard voices at the edge of the alley way. He looked up and saw two police constables standing there; they hadn’t seen them, but were making no effort to move along. Gently he urged Orlando to squat down, bringing his index finger to his lips in silence as the hid behind the dumpster. With Viggo’s fingers still inside him, Orlando made a move to dress himself, only to look at Viggo like he’d grown two heads when the American stopped him.
“Viggo are you mad?!” the young man hissed. “We’re going to get arrested!”
Viggo briefly considered reminding his lover about the blow job on a busy motorway the night before, but thought against it. Covering Orlando’s mouth once again, he restarted his assault on Orli’s prostate. He knew it was a risky move, but he didn’t care. The two constables spoke fast in a thick Scottish brogue, but the older man could just about make out the conversation: the forthcoming Celtic/Rangers Old Firm derby, the men’s respective wives, and whether they thought it was going to be a busy night; they weren’t concerned about what was going on down the alley and gave no sign that they were aware of Viggo and Orli’s presence.
Deciding that they had taken enough risks for one evening, and not wanting to end up fucking his lover dry in the filthy alley, Viggo held Orlando close and sped up his ministrations. Sure enough after a few seconds, Orli came hard, soiling his expensive trousers and shuddering violently in Viggo’s arms, his hand muffling Orlando’s cries of ecstasy.
By the time Orlando had recovered from his orgasm, Viggo was painfully hard with yet to find any relief. As if sensing his need, the two policemen suddenly took off down the street, their shouts of ‘calm down lads’ suggesting that a drunken scuffle had broken out.
“You ready?” Viggo asked as he offered Orlando his hand and pulled him up once the Brit had sorted out his clothes.
“You’re insane Mortensen” Orli said, shaking his head as the snuck out of the alley.
“I’m insanely horny” Viggo shot back, snaking his arm around his lover’s waist and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
The words had barely left Viggo’s mouth when Orli had broke free of his hold and was running full speed down the street. He turned round and starting jogging backwards so that he was face to face with his lover. Considering his lover’s klutziness Viggo could see him ending up falling arse over tit.
“Race you back to the hotel” Orlando shouted with a wink before turning round once again, getting a head start.
Viggo rolled his eyes at the young man’s antics, but followed him through the streets of Edinburgh anyway. He had no idea what his lover had in store for him once they were in the privacy of their hotel room, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
TBC |
