Conversion

[Orlando]

I lie on top of Viggo and I can see, I can smell the blood. I can feel him trembling a little, but I don't know if it's due to the pain or the anger or both. He's breathing heavily under the weight of my body. The grey eyes meet my dark brown ones and I can see the disappointment and pain in them. And I'm shocked. I did this to him! I hurt him, although it was the opposite I wanted to do. I want him to love me, not to hate me. I wanted him to show that I can ovedoved, not that I'm just worth to be hated. I want to show him, that he is wrong, that I don't hate him, and that I'm sorry for what happened and everything went wrong.

I close the distance between us, but before my fingers can touch his maltreated face, I pause and linger, waiting, if he will draw away. Please, Viggo, don't... don't push me away. I would freak out if you still don't want me back, after all the weird changes in my life, I've accepted. He remains silent, looking at me, but he doesn't draw away, so I can touch him, gently and with caution. I don't want to hurt him more than I did already. I start stroking his face, avoiding the wounds I have inflicted upon him. He still looks at me in silence, and I'm not sure what the expression in his gaze means.

I can see Viggo's blood on my ring, which cut his skin. I hate that and I won't wear this ring again, so I stop stroking him, remove the ring from my finger with shaky hands, and throw it in a corner of the elevator. Although Viggo looks at me in surprise now, I don't say anything to explain. I take a deep breath and go ahead. I want to stroke him again, but when I look at the blood on his face, I can't. I'm focused on that and I place a light kiss at the cut brow, taking his face in my hands, tasting the blood on my lips. I forget about risks and HIV and all this stuff, I just kiss away the blood on his face, first his brow, then his lips. These wonderful poet's lips I have hurt. I'm the fucking bastard, not him.

I lick away the blood, sucking bashfully and cowardly, until I hear a deep moan under me. oundounds like a purr from a sleepy cat, but although I know it's Viggo, I'm still now sure, what kinda sound it is. Probably he just waits for a chance to pay me back everything, but the weight of my body on top of him keeps him down. While I kiss the swollen lips, tasting his blood and stroking his cheeks to make him sure, I'm sorry, I start rubbing my body against his and I can feel his cock through the robust cloth of our jeans.

God, this man is arousing like hell, I can feel my cock eninening already. And again I remember the feeling of having him deep in me, filling me, and I felt so... different, but as I know that I want him now, I have to admit, that I felt complete. I push my body against his, begging for contact, and without thinking I simple know, I want him to feel the same way. My kisses are getting more intense and full of love, but I don't dare to use my tongue due to his lip. Don't fucking hurt him again, Bloom!

I release his lips and draw back a little, just to have better access to undo his breeches. I don't look at him, while I strip him off, as I expect that he will stop me every moment, but nothing happens. I start caressing his chest in gentle moves and circle his light pink nipples, I see him shivering when my fingers wander down his stomach, and when my hand wants to close around his beautiful, semi-hard cock the moment I feared has come.

Without a word, Viggo catches my wrist and stops me moving. Fucking look at him, Bloom, let him see in your eyes, what you feel. I raise my gaze and whisper with a husky, pleading voice, afraid I could do anything wrong again.

"Please, let me do this, Viggo."

Must have been the right words and the right look, as Viggo releases my wrist. He doesn't say anything, but I can see it in his eyes, that he will take everything I will give him, and I start stroking his cock, massaging his balls with my other hand. I want to hear him sighing, moaning and gasping in the end.


[Viggo]

The touch makes me shiver. God... I didn't want that to happen. No, I did not want to want it to happen. I didn't want to want him, and I thought I was successful in convincing myself. But I was wrong. The look in his eyes made me realihat hat I was wrong all along. The moment he lifted his head to look at me, everything changed. That wasn't the face of someone who was looking for a shag. Neither of someone who wanted to pay me back something. It was... more. Much more. Maybe even more than I can take.

Suddenly, I seem to be able to see right into his soul, ino his heart. I see his fear of being neglected, his hopes to do the right thing, his sincerity, ... and yes, his affection. And when he talks to me, begging to go on, I can almost hear my own heart crying out for him. Hell, yes, Orlando, go on.. touch me...! And although I'm still torn apart between my own fear of letting him come too close again and the need to feel his warm hands on my skin, I let go of his wrist.

If this means I will be hurt again, so be it. But I'd be damned if I didn't take the chance!

He still looks at me when he touches my member. When he moves carefully over it, stroking, caressing... making me respond immediately. And I forget all about the pain in my face, the blood that runs slowly down my cheek and my chin again, longing to get kissed away by him, to get tasted and swallowed by him, just like another part of me is yearning for.

I can't seem to take my eyes off him, of these brown holes to his soul, like two sleeping volcano craters just about to erupt. And when I feel myself grow in his hand, I keep from looking away, for I want him to see my own agitation right here, in my very eyes. I want him to know what I feel, to open up, just like he did just seconds ago. Want him to know that he is safe, that what he is about to do is right. That I WANT it. And goddamn hell, I do want it!

It seems like a lifetime I stare into his eyes, but suddenly, the need to feel him becomes overwhelming. Without breaking the eye-contact, I lift my hand to his head, put it on his neck and pull him down to me with one strong move. Our lips meet and, ignoring the strong pain in my lip, I invade him, let my tongue slip into his mouth, exploring, searching, feeling... And with every motion I feel him respond, kissing me back, spilling his fire into me, emotional and wild. I draw him closer, dig my hand into his thick and curly hair, taste him and feel myself grow hard underneath his massaging fingers.

Heat fills me, flowing from everywhere into my groin, millions of little flames looking to join into one big fire, burning me from within. And again, I see pictures from last night, and all I need now is sense him around me, and yesen ien in me. God, I want him to fuck me. Now. Here.

FUCK! Dammit! I feel my heart miss a beat as I realize that it won't work. Not here. Not now. Dammit! I left everything we'd need in my room. How should I have known that we'd end up in this elevator like this? No condoms, no lube. Fuck. No way I'm gonna do it without.

"Orlando..." I push him away a little, ignoring his disappointed moan. "We.. I... we can't." I gasp. And I just know that he will misunderstand it the moment I say it.

[Orlando]

I clearly hear the "I"... so that is the problem. It's not, that we can't do it, it is a problem Viggo has. A problem he has with me. I look at him in disbelief and let go of his cock. That hurts more than anything else yet. I had to deal with this new situation and I followed him after all and I agreed to change my whole life for him, and he still doesn't know what he wants. Or better: he knows it and he rejects me.

"So it is you who doesn't know what he wants, Viggo, not me. It's fucking you!"

I can still feel his blood on my lips from kissing him and I lick it away when I sit back, sad, hurt, disappointed, in silence. I don't want to look at him. All I want now, is to be far away, as far away from him as possible.

I stand up, I don't look at him, because I don't wanna see it in his eyes, that he doesn't want me. I might be stupid, but this understood now. And I don't have the strength to stand this after all. I can feel the fire of tears growin in my eyes. No, don't start fucking crying, Bloom! Just look, that you get outta here.

But I can't hold back the tears anymore and I'm pissed, because I'm bloody sure, that he can hear my silent whimpers, and I don't want him to hear me crying, not anymore. I turn around, and I hope that Viggo will stay where he is right now, that he won't say anything, but shut up, while I reach out for the buttom and push it to make the elevator working again.

Nothing happens.

I try it again, harder this time.

But still nothing happens.

I still push the buttom, again and again, harder and harder, and I'm crying now, loudly and without shame, shivering and trembling. I was a fucking fool and I want out of this bloody elevator, back to a normal life, without thinking and crying and pain and heartache. I want it to stop. Now! I smash against the door of the elevator as hard as I can, ignoring the pain in my fists. Out. Away. That is all I can think.

[Viggo]

For a brief moment, I close my eyes. I knew it. Why didn't I think first and tell him then in a different way? I'm such a fucking idiot! I can't see his face when he gets up, but I just know that he's crying. Geez, what am I doing to him? Making his whole world get uspide down and then I crash the last remaining wall?

I watch him hitting the button, desperately waiting for the elevator to move. No, don't... don't move... just give me some more minutes to make things right. Just a couple of minutes to... to what? Say something to him and make it worse? I bite my lip, still tasting the blood, while a million thoughts run through my brain. No, neither am I going to do it without condom nor wthout some kind of lube. So we need to get out of here. But first, I need to talk to him. Need to explain why I said that.. what I meant. It's one thing that I let him kiss my bleeding face, but I will not get laid without a condom. That's what he must understand. But I doubt he will listen to me. He's too hurt now.

I take a deep breath. Don't talk, Viggo. Just do something. Hold him back. Show him what you meant, if talking isn't working.

I get up, pull up my jeans and walk over to the door. He's slamming against it, furiously, and it pains me to see him like that. He, who is always funny and good-natured, but now he's desperate and utterly confused. And all I wanna do is hold him now, show him, that it will be alright, that I don't reject him and that I really do want him.

"Orlando..." I start, but when he keeps on hitting the steel doors, I pause. Don't talk... do something.

I touch his shoulder, trying to give him a reassuring feeling, but all he does is shake my hand off. I can hear him cry now, and with every sob of his my heart seems to get heavier. "No... don't... I'm sorry..." I stammer, still not knowing what to do. But when he still doesn't listen I grab his shoulder trying to turn him around. He's fighting it, but I made up my mind now.

This might be the last chance I get, so I'd be damned if I don't take it.

With all my strength I turn him around. I take his shoulders and push him against the wall. He turns his head away, trying to hide his tears, his weakness, and still, he tries to fight me. But he is too exhausted, to confused, and I am too determined to let him get away. "Listen to me." I tell him as I lean against him with all of my weight, holding him still. "Just listen to me, okay?" He shakes his head, tears running down his cheeks. My eyes follow their trails, down to his mouth, his chin, and I want to kiss them away, soothe him and make everything alright. But I can't. He wouldn't let me.

"Orlando, look at me!" I start again, and when he doesn't do so, I grab his chin and turn his head so he must face me. "You're wrong. Terribly wrong. It's not that I don't want to... " I look at him, trying to ignore the expression of misery and disbelief in his eyes, then I take a deep breath and go on, "You have no idea how much I want you, Orlando! But this time, I want to do it right, you see?" I lower my voice. "I don't want to hurt you again. And it whurthurt, if we don't take proper precautions... " I try to smile, but all I come up with is an insecure grin. But the look in his eyes suddenly changes. "I want it to be good for you this time," I whisper, "no... I want it to be perfect. Because... you don't deserve less than that."

I pause, not knowing if those were the right words, as he stares at me motionless. And before he can say anything I lean forward and kiss him. Soft and carefully, anticipating that he will push me away. But he doesn't.

So I go on and deepen the kiss. Asking, waiting, pleading, hoping.

[Orlando]

"... you don't deserve less than that." I hear the words and I can't believe that Viggo really said this. I try stop crying, but it's not possible from one second to the other. I'm still whimpering slightly, but it's not that bad anymore. The pain in my heart is fading and I look at him in silence. I don't know what to say right now, so I just look at him, waiting and hearing his words in my mind again. Could it be, that after this nightmare, after all the hurting everything will change?

I don't want to say anything, but I know I should. I don't want to talk anymore, it never works, but I should, because he said something I can't ignore, my tensed body can't ignore. I take a deep breath to stop the foolish whimpering and to start speaking, but in the same moment Viggo leans forward and kisses me. It is so different from before, it's soft and gentle, not a hard man's kiss. Oh God, I like the feeling and my knees nearly give in.

Precautions, remember Bloom, don't fucking forget what you had in mind! I open my eyes and stop the kiss, but I remain still. I don't want to push Viggo away. He does the same, opens his eyes and looks at me, but still his lips on mine. I give him a shy smile and my hand fumbles for something in my pocket. I know it is there, I can feel it. Finally I find it. My smile gets wider and Viggo draws back from me a little more to look at me, big questionmarks in his eyes.

"It will be perfect, Viggo, please... let me do this." My voice sounds still a little bit husky and insecure from the crying, but I'm damn sure what I have to do now, what I want to do now. I want to fuck him. I want to be in him this time. I need to know how this feels, how he feels around me and make him feel me in him. He doesn't say it, but I just know that he thinks about condoms and lube, I remember very well, that he won't let me do it without a condom. Fucking bullshit. I can still taste his blood in my mouth, but don't even start to argue with him. I'm not such a fool, I know that it makes a difference for him, if I lick off his blood or if I fuck him without condom.

I'm close to give up and I push my hands in frustration deeper in the pockets of my trousers, and I feel something small, wrapped in paper, and quadrate between my fingers. Oh my fucking God, thank you so much! I promise I will donate huge amounts of money to the church for this little wonder. Thank you! I nearly whisper the words in relief, when I hold the condom in my hand.

I can see, that Viggo still doesn't understand me. "Trust me, Viggo, I have everything we need, so please let me try and do this. Now." Again I start kissing him, not giving him the time to reply or ask anything. Who fucking knows how long this elevator will be stuck? I feel the want and the need between my legs growing and I accroach Viggo. I want him to feel this. My hands on his buttocks, my legs spread a little bit to give him better access, I push him against me. I can hear him moaning into my mouth and I can feel the vibration, and it feels so damn good, that I do the same. For minutes the little room that is the elevator is filled with the sounds of moaning, gasping, kissing and touching.

Viggo is getting hard as well. I smile against his lips, because he relaxes and trusts me, believes what I said, that I know what I have to do. I can't wait longer, I need him and I need to be inside him. I don't want to have more teasing and cute caressing, all I want now is pure sex. I release his buttocks, as wonderful as they are, open my jeans, and push them down. I step out and kick them in the next corner, I don't give a crap about it. The damn jeans can join the fucking ring, with which I have hurt my poet. I push down Viggo's trousers and pants as well. Easy job, as his buttoms were still undone. I don't waste time with the shirts. Naked upper part of the body is not important. Now! The word is hammering in my mind and I know, that I can't wait any longer. I moan in impatience and Viggo get the hint.

Breaking the kiss, we drop down to the floor again and with a gentle push of my hands I manage Viggo to lie on his back, watching me surprised. Seems that he isn't used to be bottom. I take the two little things I'm holding in my hand and put them down next to me, not showing them to Viggo, but I suppose that he knows at least what one of them is. We are both rock hard, although we haven't touched each other yet. I take a long look at his beautiful cock and give him a happy smile, while I spread his legs.

My breath fastens and I'm nearly panting in need, when I grapped the old condom I found in the depth of my pocket. I don't know how old it is or its expiry date, but I can't let it be a problem, it will be alright, I never have them very long. I roll the rubber over my cock with a few skilful moves and draw earer to Viggo. "Orli, we... we need..." I don't let him speak. I lean forward an press a kiss on his lips. I don't say anything, but shmy hmy head. As soon as Viggo falls silent, I reach for the second thing. It is a little box, filled with honey. I just took it with me from the breakfast buffet because I love sweet things, but well, can't eat it now, have better usage for this now. I dip two fingers into the sticky liquid and look at it how it drops down from my fingers to my rubber covered cock.

My look meets Viggo's who stares at me, eyes filled with surprise, lust and greed. I touch his lips and he sucks me in, licking the sweet honey from my fingers, and the feeling is unbelievable.

[Viggo]

When I feel him pressing his clothed erection against me, my mind starts to flutter. I hear my moans, his moans, and for a moment I forget all about precautions. I only want to get lost in his kisses, his touch, and the sexual tension that is building up between us again. I don't want to think any longer, to worry, to be careful... so why not just live for the moment and enjoy?

He is still kissing me while he steps out if his jeans. I feel his hands fumbling at my hips, pushing down my pants and jeans, releasing my cock from its bonds. And I deepen the kiss in anticipation, but suddenly the thoughts come back. He said he has everything we need... but does he talk about the same things I have in mind? Maybe he means we have each other, or maybe he even carries a condom with him... who knows, always ready for a fuck... but I doubt he has a bottle of lube somewhere in his pockets... I remember him having his hands in his pockets earlier, but I have no idea whether he found something in there or not. And the way he is kissing me now, urging, longing, full of need, I'm not even sure he thinks about that kind of stuff at all! God, he's driving me crazy! And I wish we could just forget about everything and get laid...

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls me with him down to the floor. Still not sure what to do, I let him make me lie on my back, although this isn't exactly what I had in mind. It's not my favourite position, but the thought of him fucking me, makes my cock throb wildly. And the way he looks, being in control and knowing damn well what he wants, makes me gasp. This isn't the childish boy anymore, who is just looking for fun... this is a man, determined to take what he wants. And that's so fucking arousing!

Taken by the happy smile on his face, I let him spread my legs. I watch him fumbling around with something and when I realize he does have a condom, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. But still... no lube. While he is putting on the condom, my thoughts run wild in my head. Let him have me without lube? Never ever. Tell him to stop? No way! Getting out of this damn elevator and find someplace, something that would work as lube? Damn!

"Orli, we... we need..." I gasp, but he closes my mouth with a kiss and shakes his head. Dammit, he is so fucking sure of himself! And feeling his lips on mine, his breath on my skin, let alone the throbbing in my goin, I give in. So be it.

But just when I get used to the thought of letting him fuck me without it, I see him opening something and dipping his fingers into.... honey?? Perplexed, I stare at him. Where did he get that from? Honey... I watch him letting the light yellow liquid drip onto his cock, and immediately, my body reacts to that sight. I give a loud groan, as he reaches over and touches my lips with honey-covered fingers. Instantly, I taste the sweetness, start to lick at his fingers, suck them in, never taking my eyes off his face. His eyes flutter in agitation, and I just know he can't wait much longer. And neither can I.

Now, that I know we do have everything we need, I move closer to him, feeling the tip of his cock against my buttocks. The touch makes me moan and I wish he would push into me... no matter the pain. But I know he won't... he won't hurt me. God! Gasping, I let go of his finger and look at him. "You need to..." "I know, Viggo." He whispers, as he takes back his hand and dips his fingers into the small box. Immediately, I spread my legs wider to give him better access.

When I feel his fingertip at my entrance, I close my eyes and try to relax.It's been a long time since I had somebody fuck me, but with Orlando, it's different. Funny, but I feel like a virgin again, shivering and slightly nervous. But I want him to do it, and I want him to do it just like he wants to.

[Orlando]

Oh God, Viggo sucks at my fingers and it feels so good. I want to look at him, while he looks at me, sucking at my fingers, but I can't. I close my eyes and just feel. I don't want wait anymore. I want him. Now. And it seems Viggo wants the same. I can't hold back a little wicked smile, when he moves closer, letting my fingers go. My cock touches his wonderful butt and makes him gasp. This simple, little contact makes him gasping. I feel kinda proud and fucking horny. I'm ready for it. "You need to..." I interrupt him, whispering and smiling. No need for explanations, I'm a fast learner. "I know, Viggo." I dip my fingers deep into the honey again until I'm sure they are covered well with the sticky liquid. I assume honey is not perfect, but better than nothing and Viggo doesn't protest.

He spread his legs wider and I give myself a moment to enjoy this new, but not less excellent view. He lies in front of me like a present. All what I need offering to me... his huge, hard cock, his swollen balls and the tight entrance I want to caress and to enter. He looks a little bit nervous. Shouldn't I be the one feeling so? Well, great, so we are both nervous about this, but it's obvious, that we both want it. So I go ahead.

I try to remember what he did to me last night. I start rubbing over the little hole slightly, circle it in a caressing way, leaving golden shimmery traces. When I see this I can't help, but give Viggo a blushing look, bend down and lick the honey away. My tongue enters him a little and when I hear him moaning again, I just realize what I'm doing, blushing even more. I start touching him again and this time one of my fingers enters him. I'm gasping in surprise because I have to put more pressure on it as I have expected. My finger moves just a little as I don't want to hurt him. I'm probing, testing, feeling his muscles around my little finger cock, moving in and out, trying to make it good for him. Seems that he likes it, but I doubt it's perfect. Fuck. My stupid finger doesn't has the same effect on him als his had on me. I'm wondering if I make a bloody fool out of me, not knowing how to touch him.

Viggo looks at me, serious, but smiling. "Use a second one, it's alright." I need a moment, before I do so, stretching him mord I d I nearly come from the sight of my fingers in him. I'm searching for this little spot, which made me trembling, drove me mad and left me a whimpering wreck. I can't find it. Bloody hell, that's more difficult than with woman. Viggo lifts his hand, showing me two of his fingers and he bucks them a little. "Do it like this, Orli. It will work better." He tells me soft and silent. I do what he showed me and I'm rubbing his inner side now.

In the same moment, Viggo lifts his hips a little and... oh God. Yes! That's it. I can see it, I can feel it and I can hear it. I see Viggo closing his eyes and his muscles straining, I can feel this special spot under my fingertips, and I can hear him gasping for air, saying my name, pleading for more. I'm feel my own rock hard cock twitching while I look at him and I go ahead rubbing over his prostate. I don't need him to instruct me and I don't think about it, when I let another finger join my first two. He holds his legs with his hands, spreading them wider. And with this invitation I know, that the caressing and teasing fun has come to its end.


[Viggo]

His finger feels like a feather, soothing the skin around my opening, giving me tickles of pleasure. Smiling, I lean back my head against the elevator-floor and enjoy the feeling his finger leaves on my skin. But is it really his finger? No... geez, it's his tongue, his warm, wet tongue, licking, tasting, moving closer to the entrance.. and .. oh GOD!! My back arches, reacting fiercly to its touch, as his tongue sinks into me and I can't help but moan in pleasure.

Before I can fully enjoy the feeling, he draws back his tongue and enters me with his finger. Careful, slowly, and somehow so very, very shy. Well, it's the first time he does such a thing, and I can tell by his moves that he isn't really sure how to do it. I might need to help him with that... so I wait a little while, before I lift my head and smile. "Use a second one, it's alright."

When he does so, I can feel how he stretches the muscles.. yeah, that's better, Orli. Move, explore... find your way into me, and find the secret of making love, the place where men's dreams come true.. come on, Orlando! I can almost feel how he's trying to concentrate despite his own agitation, and before he can get really nervous about this, I lift my hand and show him how he needs to hold his hand to find what he is looking for.

And when he finally bends his fingers, getting close... so close.. I move my hip upwards to give him access and... GOD.. "Orlando..." I breathe his name, unable to speak, as all air seems to be taken away from my lungs, leaving me breathless, shaking and uttering sounds of lust and want. Now... Orlando now... my mind hammers... please, my pretty elf-boy, I can't stand this no longer.. I feel his next finger in me, and it's filling me even more, but what I need now is his cock... his rock hard cock, entering me, penetrating me, fucking me!

I try to spread my legs more, showing him what I'm after now, and when he doesn't react immediately, I moan out loud.. "Orli.... come fuck me... now!... I need you..your cock... inside me!"

He retreats, leaving a sudden feeling of emptiness in me, and I take this chance to catch my breath, to recover, waiting, longing, wanting to feel him now. And when I feel the tip of his cock at my opening, feel him penetrate me, careful, yet strong, I hear myself groan... in pleasure and pain at the same time. Fuck... relax, Viggo. Gasping, I move my hips so he can enter me better, and when I feel his length inside me, filling me, widening me, ecstatic shivers run through me. More... deeper..

Orlando is taking up a faster rhythm now, apparently getting used to the feeling of being inside a man.

[Orlando]

I follow Viggo's demands and withdraw my fingers from him. Funny feeling to leave him, but he is urging me. "Orli... come fuck me... now! I need you... your cock... inside me!" Oh yes, Mister, I'm damn sure, that you need this now. And who am I to decline this? I feel so bloody nervous when I start pushing into him. It feels so different from what I know. It is tighter, tensed and it feels as if Viggo would fight against my cock. I pushing forward a little harder and with a loud moan Viggo lets go. He moves his hips to help me and then... oh my fucking God! I'm inside him. I am really inside of Viggo. My cock strokes his inner msucles, which are so tight around my shaft and my glans, exploring the new area makes me curious and impatient.

I can see Viggo trembling in need and lust, and seeing him enjoying me is so great and even more arousing. I want to show him, that I'm good at this, good enough for him and I start thrusting into him. With every move I get used to the new feeling, which encloses my groin. I'm panting and moaning with him now and I let my body take control. My rhythm gets faster and I'm nearly crying tears of pleasure, fear and luck, when feelings start overwhelming me.

I want, need, have to come, but at the very same time I don't want to end it. Our looks meet and I can hardly see Viggo with the tears in my eyes, but I can hear him, smell him and feel him. Damn Bloom, do it slowler or it will be over too soon! I know that Viggo is an experienced lover, but I can't help and slow down. I can just do what my cock inside him is screaming for, and so I thrust into him hard, fast and urging. I can hear our bodies slamming together and I can feel his twitching cock between us. Our husky voices and passionate moans admix, louder and lustful.

He is touching me now with his hands, stroking over my arms and my shoulders, down to my nipples. Oh God, yes! Touch me there... rub them, squeeze them, please! But Viggo doesn't. Fuck! I moan in protest, but can't say anything. All my thoughts, my feelings and moves are focused on my cock, slamming hard into Viggo, my own little universe. It feels so great and I don't want to end it ever again. But then he... hell yes, right, do it, Viggo. His ers ers are playing with my hard nipples and that I all I needed. When I feel the little pain in my nipples, when he rubbs over them hardly, squeezing and pinching, I'm nearly on the edge.

The tension within in me is growing and... fuck, not yet, Bloom, not... don't... too late. I'm screaming out all my happiness and salvation, when I climax and my cock gets the release he needed. I don't care if anyone can hear us outside. I nearly forgot, that we are in an elevator. But I can hear Viggo's voice. "Orli, ... touch me..." I hear the words, but I can't get meaning of them, I'm far away from everything. No, don't let go of my nipple! My look follows Viggos hand and I finally understand what he wanted. I want that to do, not himself. I reach down as well, my hand joins his, and I close my fingers around his tightly. Before Viggo can do anything, I start to stroke him in a fast and hard rhythm. I always love it like this, when my body is pleading for release. I make him feel his own fingers close around his shaft.

And I was right, he loves it hard and fast as well. Don't waste any time. I see his face full of devotion, his heads falls back and at the same moment he explodes in our hands.

[Viggo]

When I see the tears running from his eyes, I just know that he won't be able to slow down. He's hammering into me, ecstatic and passionately, and with every thrust I feel him fill me more. Just a slight move and he reaches the small spot, rubs over it everytime he slams his hard cock into me, and I can't help but let myself go. That's it... yes, Orli.. fuck me! Fuck me right through the floor.. hard, fast.

I know he is close, and he won't be able to control what he's doing, so I close my eyes and allow those little explosions inside my body to flow through me, conquer me, take me to the highest high... no, don't fight them, Viggo, this one will be quick but no less thrilling.

My hands move up his arms, stroking over his biceps, moving possessively over his shoulders to his chest, but I pause just before touching his nipples. If I do this now and touch him there, he will come in a second. I look at him, tears still running down his face, eyes closed, his mouth half open, breathing heavily.

So be it! I want him to come.. hell, yes, I want him to enjoy what he's doing... to feel thst pst pleasure.. to love fucking me! There will be other times when we do it nice and slow.. but this time it's gonna be quick.

I feel him, hear his voice, panting, gasping, getting louder and out of control... and when I finally take his nipples between my fingertips, squeezing and twisting them tightly, his voice breaks into a scream and his body tightens, pushing once more into me, hard and restless, and again.. and again... and during those last thrusts I lift up my hips again, changing position to make him get deep into me.

"Orli,... touch me..." I gasp, being so close and only needing his hand on my cock. And when he doesn't react, I take my hand off his breast and reach down between us. But just as I touch myself, he shifts his weight over to one arm and reaches there as well... closing his hand around my own hand, making our hands move up and down in a fast rhythm. Oh geez... he just knows how to do this! And within the first few strokes I explode, head falling back hard against the floor, mind going blank... as my muscles contract and my seed spills out of me onto my stomach. Once, twice.. until I'm empty and totally exhausted.

I can hardly feel him slip out of me, but when I get hold of his arm I cling to it and pull him down to me, so that he's lying on top of me, breathing heavily, but looking completely satisfied. And happy.

[Orlando]

It's over. I lie on top of Viggo, harms around me, caressing and stroking me gently. I can't say anything for a long moment, I feel too exhausted and overwhelmed. I have fucked a man! But there is something else deep inside me. Another feeling, I can't name or describe. It's just there, makes me feel a little bit strange and keeps me from saying something warm and wonderful to Viggo. So I just smile at him, giving him one of my happy looks, hoping he will understand.

And I am happy. No doubt. That was... fucking good. It was so different from last night, but although quite the same. And all I wanna do is do it again. With this thought I rub my body against Viggo's, purring like a cat into his ear, before I start kissing it lightly.

I hear Viggo laughing, quiet and deep. "You look irresistable when you're exhausted, Orlando..." I don't say anything, just go ahead licking my way from his hear down his throat, and up again to his lips. One of my hands wanders under his shirt, caressing his stomach. I'm not that exhausted, Mister Poet. I smile against Viggo's lips, sucking gently at them.

Viggo's hands gets hold of mine, stopping me to move further and he draws his head a little aside, to free his mouth, avoiding contactlooklook at him, asking and kinda irritated. Fuck. Why are we in here? Another laugh fromViggo, louder and more amused this time. "Oh God, Orli, you are edacious, aren't you?" Damn, yes, I am. I try to free my hand, but he doesn't let me go.

"No, love, it's enough for now. This is not the right place for two lovers." Hell, yes, it is the fucking perfect place for a long shag. "We should go home, where a confortable bed is waiting and a lot of time. See? We have all the time in the world now."

I look at Viggo, silent and damn serious. So we are a couple now? Together. It will be Viggo and me now. Me and Viggo wherever, whenever. The odd feeling deep inside is back, but I still don't know what it is or where it comes from. I smile at him. Say at least something, Bloom, you look again like a bloody fool.

But before I can say anything, a cant goes through the elevator. Fuck! I see Viggo's surprised and kinda shocked look, but all I can do is grinning. This damn elevator is moving again. I finally find my voice again. "Session is over. Seems we should get dressed." But before we can get up, the elevator stops.

Doors open.

And an even more surprised Sean Bean is looking down at us, while we lie there, smiling back at him and still half naked.

~End~

That's it for the moment, folks... pls. don't hit us.
We know, the ending is not, what we owe you. There are lots of unanswered questions, but well... two reasons for this:

1. The story was planned completely different in the beginning, but then we lost two writes (the woman and Ian) during our work and we had the choice to stop everything (what we really didn't want) or to go ahead with what we have and change the story line.

2. Well, the story will continue... *grins *
But don't jump... it will take some time as we just started writing.


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