Title: Victorian Speedo
Author: empress_jae
Pairing: dorlijah…sorta
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Dominic and Elijah decide to spend a nice quiet evening having a couple of beers while watching the critically acclaimed film Wilde. When Dom’s keen eye discovers something…bulging, from a very familiar looking extra. This might border on crack…not so sure.
Beta: violettefemme…who, when this slash thing gets old, plans to raise penguins and heifers with me somewhere in Pennsylvania…

A/N: spillingvelvet informed me that there is a fuzzy and quick moment in the movie Wilde where she believes Orlando is an extra swimmer that Bosie oogles over, squatting on a deck in a speedo. Then she exclaimed “The boy is hung!” So of course the only reasonable and sane thing for me to do was to pop in the DVD and search for it. And, I must say, after an hour of eye-crossing, extreme slow motion, hyper-zoom remote action…I think she’s right.

“No way.”

“I think so, mate.”

“It can’t be…there’s just…would he?”

Dom half-heartedly shrugged his shoulders as he tested the weight of his bottle before taking a swig of the Jamaican lager, determining whether it was time to take a trip to the kitchen for another.

“He did take the part of a rentboy Lij. Why wouldn’t he play an extra swimmer? Puts a few extra pounds in a struggling actors paycheck you know…even if he did have to wear a Victorian-style speedo.”

“Rewind it again!” Elijah blurted out. “We’ve gotta take a closer look to see if it’s him.”

“Dude…we’ve watched it like…20 times already.” Dom sighed. “I’m almost, positively, 99.82 percent, pretty sure it’s Orlando.”

“But we should just check one more time. Just to be exactly sure.” Elijah argued.

“Lij.” He said while pinching the bridge of his nose. “My eyes are killing me from staring at that screen. I don’t even want to finish the movie now. Besides if you really want to know, why don’t you just call the bloke up and ask him yourself?”

Elijah’s unnaturally, hypnotic wide sapphire eyes got even wider as he shook his head with an unusual hint of boyish bashfulness. “No. I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Elijah mindlessly picked at the fringe of fraying denim on his kneecap. Dom noticed the hint of pale white skin struggling to peek through the strands fighting to hold together. Now why the fuck is that boy wearing three hundred dollar Dolce and Gabbana jeans with a damn hole in the knee…

“No. No…that…no.” His mumbled no’s trailed off into intelligible aural sludge.

“Speak up man!” Dom exclaimed, slightly confused at the change of emotion in his friend. Not earlier the two buddies had been enjoying a couple of Red Stripes, trying to decide what tonight’s movie choice would be for their film night. That’s right. They had a movie night. Sooo…it might come across a little sissy-ish to some, but with the rare time that each had available for much deserved down time, movie night was manly enough. As long as plenty of beers were within reach.

“Spit it out man. Just call him and ask. All he’ll do is either confirm or deny if it’s him” Dom pointed out as he pulled out his cell for Lij to use. He had Orlando on speed dial. Number two. After his Mum, of course.

“I hope it is”

Dom paused in flipping open his Motorola. Although he had heard him, Elijah had barely spoken above a whisper.

“Come again?”

“I hope it is.” Elijah said as he looked over into Dom’s eyes across the room and whispered, “Because he’s huge.”

If Dom had been slightly more inebriated, he would’ve laughed in Elijah’s face, whipped out his cock and said, ‘Compared to what, mate?’

But there was an edge in Elijah’s whisper. Something feral and almost raw. Almost a little…desperate.

Dom opened his mouth to respond. Respond with what, he wasn’t sure, but there was no need, because Elijah continued as he turned his head to look back at the paused screen. The image was blurry what with being in extreme zoom. But the squatting young man on the dock had the cocked head and body frame of a young British gent whom he considered one of his best friends. For a brief moment, Elijah flashed back to New Zealand. To the numerous surfing trips where he saw Orlando hunched in the same position gracefully applying sex wax to his long board while his teeth gleamed, laughing over a joke Billy had just told.

“That boy is…hung,” He said, gesturing with his head towards the screen.

Something had changed. Dom could feel heat in Elijah’s simple statement. But where was he going with this.

With a chuckle, Dom tried to bring Elijah back down to planet Earth before he floated to far off into…well, he wasn’t exactly sure. “Yeah mate, well you know the tall and skinny ones are.”

“I wonder what he tastes like…”

Dom looked up and saw Elijah’s starring eyes turn a midnight hue. The slight strain of a bulge evident behind his jeans became naturally evident to Elijah’s right hand, as he cupped himself gently. The flexing of his fingers squeezing the growth as he slouched down lower into the couch. Any previous bashfulness had evaporated while he continued to stare at the screen. Trance-like.

Dom continued to watch the angelic face of his friend strain as pleasure envelop his lower region. Staring at the parting of wet pink lips, Dom could feel his own jeans tighten with every tiny undulation his younger mate made with his hips. A light “oh” escaped the rosebud mouth that Dom barely heard.

“Haven’t you ever wondered too?”

Dom hadn’t realized he had momentarily shut his eyes, for when he opened them again, he found his friend had shifted his attention from the tube, to him.

“He’s so…untouchable.” Elijah breathed. Hips moving at a more fluid pace into his hand. Jeans giving the perfect amount of delicious friction.

“Untouchable…” Elijah said again.

The temperature in the room had raised more then its fair share of degrees. There was no controlling the atmosphere that had entered uninvitingly by Elijah.

Dom found himself breathing along with Elijah. His groin begging to escape its encasement. Screaming to be touched. He was as entranced at watching Elijah as Elijah had been watching the “maybe or maybe not” Orlando on screen.

Elijah closed his eyes as his eyes as his hand that wasn’t busy stroking the outside of his jeans, aggressively made it’s way inside for much needed skin on skin contact.

Dom lost control of his own hands as they found their way to his clothed groin. Listening to Elijah. Watching him move. Knowing what he wanted, that he was willing to reveal this to him, made him feel he was coming close to sensual madness.

“I want to lick his naval.” Elijah moaned. A surreal wanton moan.

Dom felt the moan in his own fingertips and he grabbed his own bulge tighter. He couldn’t believe he was reacting this way. Watching a movie with one of his best mates that had one minuscule part, with a possible second ultra-miniscule played by his other best mate, led to whacking off with first mentioned best mate.

Weird.

But strangely hot, which is why Dom had no intention of stopping. With his eyes shut tight, his thoughts clouded with thoughts of Elijah on the opposite couch and the perfection of the scenario with the addition of a certain missing Brit joining them. Adding to the rising temperature. Breathing heavily along side with him. Licking the sweat off his cheek…

“But not yet.”

Dom was pulled out of his reverie and peeled his eyes open towards the interruption. Elijah sat upright, hands at his sides, starring at Dominic.

“What?” Dom asked, poorly attempting to gain his composure.

“No. Not yet.” He said as he stood up to walk down the hall towards the downstairs bathroom.

Flushed and still heavy with breathing, Dom’s head followed Elijah as he stopped to look back at Dom before heading into the darkness of the hall. He smiled slightly with the hint of bashfulness returning.

“But soon.”

Soon.

When was that supposed to be?

Dom sighed and looked down.

Fucking blue balls…

tbc?

Fic: Lotrips

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:47:53 GMT

Title: Wondrous Release
Author: empress_jae
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, possibly other pairings in later chapters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, this is a work in progress, so if needed, more warnings will come with the progression of the story.
Summary: I suck a summaries, but Viggo is a corporate business mogul who never allows time for himself. His business partner and best friend wants to rememdy this and invites him to an exclusive club.
Beta: The amazing and lovely wankers_fate. Although not for this chapter. She wasn't available and I really, really wanted to get it out, so any mistakes I overlooked are my own.
A/N: As much as I enjoyed the concept I had created for this, I must regretfully say that I have abandoned this fic, and I have no intentions to return to it in the near future. My apologies.

Prologue

Viggo glanced at his Movado watch for the twentieth time in ten minutes. His third meeting of the day and it wasn’t even noon. At this point, he had stopped paying attention completely to the droning monotone of the company’s staff brokers. He could give a rat’s ass about the interest of his company’s stock.

‘VS Images’ was the brain child of Sean and Viggo some twenty years ago when they were struggling business graduates trying to make a buck in New York. The idea came when, after receiving a small inheritance from his recently deceased great-aunt, Sean decided to take a gamble, and invest in an up and coming sports-watch designer. Viggo added that taking out an ad in the Times would help the designer sell his product, and they’re investment could be paid back ten-fold once the watch started selling. It was a financial risk, but the idea worked. With the years to follow, the two found themselves taking a chance with unknown designers and inventors of innovative, yet practical products that would later lead to a multi-million dollar retail chain with over 60 boutiques located all over the globe including New York, Chicago, London, Tokyo, and their home office of San Diego.

Life for the two men was luxury. Anything they wanted, they could have. As the CEO’s of one of the most lucrative companies in the world, nothing was out of their reach.

However, only one half of the power duo took hold of the incredible advantages to be offered.

While Sean enjoyed his bachelor life jet-setting from his private yacht in the island of Mykonos to his 6000 square foot ski cabin in Aspen, accompanied by the bed partner du jour for each venture, Viggo stuck to lying low. A divorced father of a 16 year old, his greatest expenses came on paying the extraordinary tuition fees of his son’s prestigious boarding school and tending to his ex wife’s monthly medication of Zoloft and Johnny Walker Red.

The only happiness Viggo sought after since the twelve years he split from his wife, was accompanying in the growth of his and Sean’s dream. Day after day, he went from board meeting to board meeting only to find himself back in his office to work into the wee hours of the evening. On a good night, he was home from the office by 11pm. Most nights saw him sitting in front of his monitor, going over numbers, proposals, product development and contracts that he and Sean paid hefty salaries to Yale graduates to do for them. It was gratuitous work.

He simply did it to occupy the vacancy in time.

“…and if we take the route that I just explained in the previous screen, profits will increase by 5.6% from last quarter! How do you feel about that Mr. Mortensen, sir?”

The droning monotone seemed to be raised an octave as the owner gave indication of completion of his report to his boss.

Viggo looked up from his clutched hands in his lap, over to at broker with a hard glance. He hadn’t listened to a word that had been said. Now he had been insolently pulled from his thoughts.

He continued to move his glance to the other two occupants present in his office. The second of the brokerage team, Dominic, stared at him in slight confusion, not quite understanding the stern look on his employer’s face. And his ever loyal, yet sometimes nosy assistant Liv, who kept her eyes on her notepad as she scribbled continuously the minutes of the day. Obviously missing for today’s unnecessary meeting, was Sean.

He was learning to surf in Kauai.

A slow breath of air was released from the thin lips of Viggo’s mouth as he constructed his answer for the sardonically enthused broker.

“How do I feel about that, Billy?” he began. Viggo leaned back into his desk chair and placed his two forefingers to a point above his upper lip, with his elbows gently resting on the arms of the chair.

“I feel,” he started again. “that from now on, you two gentlemen are going to do what you are paid way to much to do, and make the decision that’s in the best interest for the company for me.”

“Sir, I don’t…”

“Why should you have to have a meeting with me over every fucking decimal point that shows up on your reports? Hmm?”

A soft chuckle was faintly heard from Liv’s direction of the office.

“Mr…Mr. Mortensen,” Billy stammered, “if you...if you would…”

Viggo raised a hand to silence his young broker. “I also feel that from now on, you two wonder twins are going to make the decisions that are in the best interest of the company, and continue to profit each fiscal year. I know you will make these decisions in the best interest, because I will find out if you’ve cheated Mr. Bean and myself.”

Billy swallowed and looked down at his polished shoes.

“And if you’ve cheated us,” Viggo smiled showing all of his teeth. “not only will your life be financially ruined when your out of a job, but so will your sisters, brothers, parents, and lovers. Now please leave.”

Billy turned to his right to exit the office, while Dominic stood with a slight sheen of sweat reflecting off his forehead, to bid Viggo a good afternoon. When the office door closed behind them, Viggo sighed while Liv stood with and headed towards his desk, chuckling.

“Every time.” She lets out airily. “Why do you consistently do that to them?

Viggo shrugged and chuckled. “Dunno. They’re so easy to get.”

“I think poor Mr. Boyd almost soiled his shorts this time.”

“Good. Why does he call these meetings over these measly numbers, anyway?”

“They just want to impress you Viggo. They probably know that the only spice going on in your life in profit increase.”

“And with that, you may now leave.” Viggo said with a stern smile. As much as he loved having Liv as his assistant, sometimes she crossed the line with her mouth.

“Of course sir.” She said with a knowing grin. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“No thank you, Liv” Viggo said, and she headed towards the door. Then something clicked in his mind.

“Actually Liv,” he started. “could you reschedule the rest of my meetings for another day…I’ve got some things to do at home.”

Did he just say that? Liv’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, before she looked down at her watch, then back up to her boss.

“But it’s only 12:30. Are you sick? Do you want me to call in an appointment with the doctor?” She was fearful for her employer.

“No, no. I’m fine. I just…need to go home and think about some things.”

“What do you need to think about?” Liv perked up. “Anything I can help with?”

“None of your business my dear. Now go.” Viggo shooed her out.

What was he doing? Viggo had never called off from any meeting, no matter how mundane he knew it would be. He’s never called off a day from work period. But something inside of him made him do it. Something was repeating in his brain. Something Liv had said.

He leaned back in his chair as he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his cigarette case consisting of Lucky Stripes. He could care less that smoking was prohibited inside public buildings in the state of California. What were they going to do? Kick him out of his own building?

As he opened the case to pull out a fag, something slid out and landed on his lap. It was shaped as a business card. Viggo picked it up and turned it over to read whose company it belonged to. To his surprise, it was no company at all.

‘Wondrous Release’ read the elegant cursive script.

It had been a week since his lunch with Sean, when he handed him the invite to the exclusive club. Sean had never brought up the subject of the club again, but Viggo knew that Sean still had his concern for his friend.

Viggo turned the card around a few times in his fingers as he thought about the pleasurable activity lacking in his life. He thought about the last time he had actual contact with another. He thought about the sweat shining on Dominic’s face.

‘I bet it tastes as sweet as he looks.’ Viggo thought.

He leaned back more in his chair and rested his hand over his clothed crotch. He could feel the stirring growth underneath, and did nothing in his mind to cease. He thought of how the sweat would look dripping down Dominic’s supple neck onto the possible pale expanse of his back as he slowly licked the sheet of perspiration off his lower back. Just above his crease. Just to make him shiver.

‘I wonder if he would scream...’

Viggo shook himself of the much needed fantasy to reach in his pocket to retrieve his cell. Speed dial instantly connected him to the phone that he hoped the owner would answer.

After three agonizing rings, “Hello?”

“Bean. When were you planning on returning from your trip?” Viggo asked hastily.

“Not sure.” The Brit responded while adjusting his sunglasses on his face. “Why mate?”

“Because,” Viggo started. “I want you to take me to Wondrous Release.”

Sean paused slightly.

“I’ll be back in three days.”

Fic: Lotrips

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:41:35 GMT

Drabble: Lotrips

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:24:15 GMT

Title: Untitled
Author: empress_jae
Summary: Orlando dreams in color...

Dreaming mixed with reality as his subconscious overpowered his mind. Absently, his hands roamed over the expanse of his smooth upper body, and colors were revealed behind his eyes. Hues of cool azure and indigo blended into an immediate rapture of heated yellows and fiery reds. Orlando could feel the heat. No, he could hear it as his massaging palms released to sensuous strokes with his fingertips. Paintbrush paths creating a canvas of melodious waves of color on overly sensitive skin. An explosion of champagne and white shoots through as he silently ghosts over his manhood. His mind has taken over his body. Control no longer exists. The colors behind his eyes mix and melt into a kaleidescope of molten lava, as his body allows the volcanic pleasure of release. Relaxed, he drifts deeper into his subconscious into a world of glowing darkness, and his body silently thanks him with the glorious tranquility of slumber.

Fic: Lotrips

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:16:03 GMT

Title: Christmas Confession
Author: empress_jae
Rating: R
Summary: Viggo finally tells Orlando his true feelings.
A/N: written for take_this_waltz for the vo_xmas challenge. happy holidays babe!

Orlando looked at his watch for the thirtieth time in five minutes. The laughing and happiness around him pounding into his head like a drill. Seated on the soft, plush cushion of the oversized couch, gin and tonic in his left hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right.

What was he thinking when he agreed to this?

Why would he subject himself to this agony? And on Christmas Eve for Christ’s sake?

When Viggo had invited him to stay with him on his ranch for the holidays, his heart stopped momentarily. The two men had been extremely close since meeting in New Zealand. Endless hours on a set and sharing a close-quartered trailer provide that effect.

That same effect seemed to lead them to an intimate bond that had yet to see any physical contact between the two men. Sure there had been kisses on the cheek, hugs that lasted longer then necessary, and whispers of secrets that only the two of them shared, but Orlando had yet to receive to the solid connection he knew Viggo wanted to give him. The time just never seemed right for the words to flow. As poetic as Viggo could be, Orlando knew that Viggo was holding back his true feelings for him. Waiting for the perfect time to, in a world of clichés, “profess his undying love for Orlando”.

And what would be a better time and a better place then alone in Viggo’s ranch, over that magical holiday, when wishes can come true. Orlando knew it would be just perfect for them to come together. No cameras, no family, no “girlfriends”...just the two of them, alone in a snow covered haven.

And they were alone. Alone with Dom and Elijah and Henry and Viggo’s brother and wife.

And Exene.

When Orli arrived at the ranch earlier that afternoon, his happiness of being near Viggo turned to confusion when her hand reached out to shake his in greeting. The slender hand attached to the smiling face was pleasant and warm. Giving Orlando no reason to hate. But the annoyance in his smile was evident.

He had heard enough about her from Viggo to have no dislike towards her. There was no pain in their divorce and the two remained friends for the sake of Henry. Orlando even once thought that he could possibly be friends with the woman if he were to ever meet her.
But this was not the time. At least in Orlando’s mind.

And now he sat by himself on the couch on Christmas Eve while all of his friends were enjoying good food, drinks and each other. He wallowed in his anger and purposely made himself as invisible as possible for he didn’t trust what words could come out of his mouth.

‘Why didn’t he tell me she would be here?’ he kept asking himself over and over. ‘Because he doesn’t want me at all…the fucker’s been leading me on this whole time...he only sees me as a friend...I’m such an idiot.’ As he pondered this thought for the 100th time, a laugh came out from the other guests and Orlando looked over just in time to see Henry standing on a hair holding mistletoe over his father and mother’s heads. Just in time to see the two of them share a kiss while everyone else gently laughed.

‘That’s it.’ he thought, and pulled himself out of the couch and silently left the room, leaving his still full beverage on the coffee table.

From across the room, Viggo’s smile slowly dropped as he watched his guest of honor walk away.

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“Am I allowed to come in?”

It had been a little less then an hour since Orli had left the gathering. He sat alone in the dark guest bedroom on the window sill watching the silent glitter of snowflakes drop like the tears he wouldn’t allow to fall. He turned and took at the silhouette of Viggo in the open doorway.

“It’s your home.” he replied.

“But it’s your room.”

Orli didn’t respond, but Viggo took the chance and crossed the threshold.

“Why did you leave?” he asked.

“Wasn’t feeling festive anymore.” Orlando returned.

Viggo was silent. He could sense the bitterness in the younger man’s tone.

“Why did you invite me here?” Orlando asked.

“Because I wanted to see you,” Viggo started. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Pick up a magazine then.” Orlando spat back.
Viggo turned on the defense. “Do you mind telling me exactly what it is that I did to make you so upset?”

Orlando reached into his pockets for his cigarettes as he responded “And why would I be upset with you Viggo?”

“I don’t have the slightest clue.”

“I thought you did.”

Viggo felt the sting in Orlando’s response and realized where his mistake was. Having the others here, especially his ex wife, was not the smartest thing to do. He had always had a special place in his heart for the kid, and over the years it involuntarily turned into love. But he never told him. And Orlando was no fool. Viggo knew that Orlando felt the same way.

The flick of the lighter caused Viggo to look into Orlando’s face. The soft glow of the flame made his hear stop as Orlando lit his smoke.

Viggo was looking into the face of a glowing angle. The high cheek bones, the deep chocolate eyes, the wavy brown tresses made him ethereal. Viggo sucked in a breath as he stepped closer to Orlando.

“I fucked up.” He started. Orlando sucked in a puff and looked up at Viggo. “I should have never let this go on for this long. I should have told you from the beginning the truth. It was wrong for me to hide as long as I did.”

“Are you trying to…?”

“Let me finish.” Viggo interrupted. “I haven’t said this before and if I don’t say it now, I will keep hiding it.”

Orlando hushed.

“I invited you out here to tell you that I have fallen for you. Actually,” Viggo chuckled. “I fell for you years ago. I’ve just been too stubborn to say it. I have you as my best friend and confidant. But I want more. So much more...”

Orlando sighed inwardly at the sound of the words he’d been waiting to hear.

“But how are you supposed to tell a man who’s nearly half your age and has only been with women something so serious?”

The younger man took another puff and looked up at Viggo. The glow from the outside lights was filtering through the window. Orlando could see a shine in Viggo’s crystal blue eyes. A shine of hope as he waited for the other him to respond.
Orlando let out a long line of smoke above his head and then smiled.

“You just did.”

Viggo smiled back as he stepped even closer to Orlando.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you lips forever.” He started as he smoothed his hands around the slim waist to pull Orlando towards him.

Orlando half turned to put out the cigarette and then lightly placed his soft hands on Viggo’s neck. “Do you still have Henry’s mistletoe?” he whispered with his eyes closing.

Viggo paused. “I would…if he was still here.”

Orlando looked at Viggo. “Henry’s gone?”

“Everyone’s gone.”

Orlando blinked.

“It was just a party.”

“But…I thought they were all staying.” Orlando stammered. “Henry and your brother and…Exene…”

Viggo chuckled as he brought his mouth to Orlando’s ear. “You’re the only one who’s staying tonight.”

Orlando’s breathing picked up as Viggo’s words tickled his outer shell.

“They’ll be back tomorrow for dinner.”

Orlando closed his eyes again as Viggo brought his mouth to ghost over his. They were sharing each others breath. Slowly beginning to learn more. The intensity of want growing with every second.

“Can I kiss you” Viggo whispered.

“Please…” Orlando begged with a small voice.

The dam had broken. Viggo took his lips and satisfied the hunger that had been longing for years. Orlando willingly opened his mouth to allow the older man to taste the sweetness he had to offer. Their lower bodies came together and Orlando could feel the hardness of Viggo’s want.

The younger man gasped and pulled his lips away from Viggo’s.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said as he looked deep into the blue eyes. “I’ve never wanted anyone as I’ve wanted you. But…” he paused. “I don’t know what to do. You know I’ve never been with a man before.”

Viggo smiled at his little one as he gently tucked part of his chestnut locks behind Orli’s ear. “Tell me what you want.”

Orlando paused for a moment and closed his eyes as he prepared to let his need flow.

“I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“…and?”

“I want you to make me yours.”

Viggo took Orli’s head in his hands and looked deep into his eyes. “That and more...”

He takes Orlando’s hand and leads him out of the guest bedroom, down the hall, to his own master suite. Once inside the chambers, they resume their exploration of each other’s mouths. Viggo’s hands move down the sides of the sinewy body in front of him to tug at Orlando’s t-shirt. He glides his hands up Orlando’s side as an effort to remove the garment. He can feel Orlando’s heavy breathing with his hands on his stomach.

Their tongues begin to battle for dominance as passion grows stronger. The need for each other is overflowing as both of the men breath heavily through their noses while refusing to let go of each others mouth.

Viggo pulls away briefly so he can completely pull the shirt over Orlando’s head which gives Orlando time to state. “Bed. Please.”

Viggo nods and leads him over to the king size frame. Orlando lays back and looks up at Viggo while his pants are quickly removed. Viggo tosses the jeans over his shoulder and begins to work on his own clothing.

Orlando leans up on his elbows to watch in awe as Viggo’s eyes never leave his body while unbuttoning his shirt.

Completely undressed, Viggo crawls onto Orlando and takes the younger man into his arms. Their bodies fuse together and Orlando lets out as small moan as Viggo’s sex rests against his.

“You are beautiful.” Viggo whispers into his neck.

“As are you.” Orlando breathes.

They begin a rocking motion together as hands and mouth explore relentlessly over one another.

Viggo breathes into Orli’s ear. “Mine?”

“Yes.” Orli pants. “Please…yes.”

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The glowing sun was streaming in through the window when Orlando finally opened his eyes. The warmth next to him reminded him where he was. The dull pain he felt in his lower region caused him to smile and remember the love he was given the night before.

He rolled over to see his lover sleeping soundly. Placing his arm over Viggo’s chest, he rested his head on his shoulder and took in the older man’s scent.

He smiled again and lifted his head to kiss Viggo on the cheek.

“Thank you. I love you.” He whispers into his ear.

Viggo’s eyes open partially as he looks sleepily at the younger man. He smiles before falling back into his slumber.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”