Ravished

Title: Lunch Break
Chapter 3
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Play it safe, NC-17
Warnings: mentions rimming, (some people don't like even a mention of that.)
Beta: Amourex De Sang..(who freaks because she does not like the above mentioned.) I love you!
What else am I forgetting?
Disclaimer: Still fiction, no profit, don't own, etc.
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"So?"

"So what?"

The screen had his full attention. The movements of his hands second nature. He leaned to the side as the character on his half of the screen took a turn. Elijah mimicked his movements a few seconds later as his own character took the same curve.

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?" Totally absorbed, leaning again.

"With Viggo."

He sits back with a grimace as his man wipes out.
"Thanks mate."

"Sorry." He smiles as his man takes the lead.

Orlando is soon back on his tail and closing fast.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"What?" A wince at a near miss.

"About Viggo, I hear he is hung."

He sits back and closed his eyes after his man slammed into the side of a mountain.
"Stop it, Elwood."

"Spill it, OB"

Silence, as both young men concentrated on the race in front of them. Orli is coming up behind Elijah fast.

"Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

"What you heard."

Elijah thought for a minute, "That he is hung, as in huge, as in well endowed?"

"Yeah."
Orli smiled as he watched Elijah's man loose it.

"Fuck!"

"Sorry."

A few more minutes of silence as Elijah's man catches up and comes whipping up behind Orli.

"How big?"

"Very."

"How big is very?"

"I'll put it this way, it's the reason I'm sitting like this."

Elijah cast him a glance and noticed he was sitting oddly. His knees bent, his legs drawn up under him, with his legs slightly spread, balanced, sitting on his legs. If he brought his legs together he would almost look like he was praying. He jerked his head back to the screen when he heard Orli chuckle. Just in time to see his man set back at the last flag.

Finally he had Orli in his sights, moving up fast.
"Did it hurt?"

Orli glanced at Elijah's screen and saw how close he was.
"Not at all. Viggo had me all relaxed and loosened up first. He used his tongue, it was fantastic, yeah.."

"Fuck! Shit! Orli! God!" He threw down his controller.

"You asked."

"I know.. Did he really use his tongue, there?"

Orlando shrugged and blushed.

He stared at Orlando for a few minutes then turned his attention to the two men at the table trying to play cards. "Viggo?"

"What hobbit?"

"Did you really?"

"Did I what?" Sean was snickering behind his hand.

"Did you, uh, put your tongue, um, there?"

"Called rimming."

"Uh-huh, did you?"

"Did I rim our fair elf? Yes, Elijah I did. He might have screamed a couple of times, but I think he enjoyed it."

"Screamed.." He turned back to look at Orli.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Sean was chuckling out right now.

Orlando got up and walked over to Viggo, peering over at his cards. He reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling Orli over into his lap.

"Rimmed, huh?" Sean was grinning at him. "Rimmed."

Orli turned an even darker shade of red and nodded slowly.

"First time?"

He nodded slowly.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, God, Viggo!" He turned to hide his face against Viggo's neck.

Sean roared, "I'll bet that's what he screamed!"

"All right, Sean." As he said it, Viggo dropped his hand to Orli's thigh and started rubbing it.

Sean just snickered.
Elijah was still sitting in front of the t.v. with his mouth hanging open.

Orlando wiggled around some, then curled up, with his eyes closed, against Viggo.

Sean drew a card and discarded.

Viggo lifted his hand to do the same and a small noise escaped Orli's lips.

When he placed his hand back under the table, Orli sighed.

Sean drew another card and discarded. Viggo had his face turned to Orli, nuzzling the side of his face.

"Viggo?"

"Huh? Oh." Again, he lifted his hand and Orli made a small noise.

When Viggo's hand returned under the table, another sigh. Sean ducked down to look.
"Viggo!"

"Hmm, my turn?" Turning his attention back to Sean.

"No! And for future reference, do not, I repeat, do not ever, fondle your boyfriend and touch my cards with the same hand!!"

"He has on clothes."

"Not the point."

"What about strip poker?"

"There is no fondling in strip poker, only after."

"If he is this upset over touching his cards I guess we shouldn't tell him what we did on the table." Orli whispered.

"Table! This table! The table I eat on?"

"You might want to use a plate, or at least a napkin, under that sandwich, yeah?"

Elijah got up and wandered over.

Sean gingerly picked up the sandwich and handed it to Elijah.
Still hung up on rimming, and not really following the conversation, he opened the sandwich, looked at it, and took a bite.

"Thank-you Lija, see there is nothing wrong with my cum." He said it with a cute little pout.

Elijah spit the food out, "Oh, you gross fucker!"

"Not on the sandwich, on the table."

"What is that spot, right there?" Sean pointed to a small white spot.

"Eww, people eat on that table!" Elijah shrieked.

"We cleaned it; we always clean up after. That is probably milk from my coffee." Viggo was trying to pull off indignant, it wasn't working.

"Well.." Orli said.

"Oh yeah, well we couldn't get the stains off the couch." Viggo admitted.

"Or the side of the chair." Orli added.

"We did clean off the table, the counter, and hell, look at the wall over there. It is even a lighter shade where we have cleaned it.. So.. Much."

Sean was not amused. In fact he looked almost angry.

Orli bit his lip and whimpered.

Elijah and Sean both ducked their heads to look under the table.

Sean sat back up, "Stop it! Stop it now!"

"Don't look."

"Viggo, do you plan on making him cum right there?'

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Children, you do realize there is a room back there with a bed in it, you really should check it out sometime!"

"Good idea." Viggo lifted Orli to his feet, then started leading him down the hall.

"Oh fuck. Come on Elijah." Sean got up and headed for the couch. Elijah mutely followed him.

"So how do you play this thing?" Sean picked up a controller.

"They are back there fucking."

"Yeah well, they do tend to do that, apparently all over the furniture."

Orli could be heard moaning, then it became muffled.

"The game, Lij?"

He began to explain the various buttons and what each one did. He had almost finished when Orli started chanting "Ohgodohgodohgod!" In one long spill before it became muffled again.

"Sounds like Vig's got his hands full trying to keep that elf quiet."

"Maybe we should leave, or go outside, or something."

"Viggo! God! Fuck! Vi.." Muffled again.

"Hobbit, the word of the day is "rimmed". Every time you see Orlando for the rest of the day, mouth that word at him. Understood?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"You'll see."