Toys

Title: Toys: Dildo
Author: Nosila (purpledluva@yahoo.com)
Beta: Christine (christinesperle@yahoo.co.uk)
Archive: Ask and hear the 'yes'.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I doubt they actually do this. They both belong to themselves.
Rating: 18, NC-17
Feedback: Sure! Ideas for sequels are also welcome.
Warnings: Slash, masturbation, use of sex-toy, phone sex.
Summary: Orlando is filming Troy. Viggo calls him. Viggo is horny. Viggo has left a toy for Orlando. Orlando uses it.

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"But I miss you."

"How much?"

"Oh, God, Viggo, does it matter?" He paused, sighing. "A lot. You know that."

"Well it's only a few weeks till filming finishes. Then you'll be back here, and taking a break."

"If my agent lets me."

"Just say no."

A snort of laughter. "God. You sound like one of those bloody anti-drugs adverts. 'Just say no.'"

"Shut up. How's Sean?"

"Fine, as sho should know, having talked to him yesterday."

"How do you know?"

"He told me. He tells me whenever you phone him."

"Why?"

"'Cause he knows I like talking about you, that's why."

"Really."

"It's almost as good as hearing your voice. Which is almost as good as seeing you. Which is almost as good as having sex with you."

"The last one involves the first two."

"Exactly! And the second involves the first. Of course, that's forgetting about the talking about you. Makes perfect sense."

"In your world, maybe."

Unselfconscious laughter echoed down the phone. "Oh, fuck off."

"Where would phone sex rank in your scheme of things?"

"Oh my fucking God. You want to have phone sex?"

"Yes."

"Well…okay, then."

"Go look in the bottom drawer of your bedside cabinet."

"Why? There's nothing in there."

"There is."

"It's my cabinet."

"That you never use. I left something in there when I visited."

"But that was weeks ago!"

"Orlando."

"Alright, alright! I'm going! Jeez, you sound like my mum sometimes, you know that?" A clunk as he dropped the phone onto the nearest surface. Viggo smirked as he waited, knowing what would be found, and waiting for the response.

"Viggo! You fucking kinky bastard!"

"You found it, then."

"Where the hell did you get a dildo from?"

"Don't tell me you've never played with sex-toys before."

"Well, no! And I don't expect to find them in drawers I never use!"

"Did you take it out? And the lube?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

"Will you not call me that?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Should I bother telling you? Or are you just going to tell me to take them off?"

"Take them off."

"Bloody perve." Another clunk as the phone was dropped again, followed by the rustlings andds ods of someone taking their clothes off, and promptly dropping them on the floor.

Viggo unzipped his jeans, massaging his aching erection. It had been long - too long - since he'd seen Orlando, and therefore too long since he'd had sex with anyone but his hand. And yes, technically this was with his hand again, but picturing what Orlando would be doing…

"Are you naked?"

"No."

"Oh, so it's just me then." A pause, before the slightly more embarrassed and definitely more curious question, "Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Oh," And Orlando's mouth had suddenly become very dry. So, okay, Viggo wasn't naked, but still…reaching down to his own cock, he started slowly touching himself, but broke off when Viggo demanded:

"Stop it."

"How d'you know what I'm doing?"

"You're just so predictable."

"Fuck you."

"Actually, you're going to be fucking yourself."

"Ha ha. So funny."

"Do you want to touch yourself?"

"Yes, goddamnit."

"Fine. What do I normally do first?"

"My nipples?"

"Yes. Start there."

"Oh my god. Viggo," the last word stretching into a whine.

"What are you doing?"

"Pinching…" Definitely gasping now, "pinching my nipples…Viggo, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please, more!"

"Stroke yourself then."

"Uuhhnn." So sexy, the noises he made. Almost enough to make Viggo come, then and there, but no. Couldn't. Not now. Had to wait till the end of the final act.

"Ummm." Sexy little moans, becoming more helpless, more breathy, and it occurred to Viggo that it didn't matter if he held out, if Orlando didn't.

"Orlando. Stop."

"Nooo. Viggo, please…" Amazing how quickly he had reached the edge, how much control Viggo had. The power to tell him to do the one thing he didn't want to do…and be obeyed. Made him even harder, something he wouldn't have thought possible.

Viggo took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "Have you got the lube?"

A pause, presumably while Orlando looked for it. "Yes."

"Finger-fuck yourself." And god, hearing Viggo, normally so, so, artistic, talk like that was as big a turn-on to Orlando as anything.

Gasping slightly, squeezing out cold lube onto his fingers, and ridiculously
self-conscious over the fact that Viggo could heverevery sound he made, and, unable to see Orlando, would be concentrating on them. Made him want to bite his lips shut, clench his teeth, but that wasn't what Viggo wanted, and the more self-conscious he was, the more aroused he became.

And now, sliding a hand down his body (avoiding his cock; mustn't touch himself; Viggo said No Touching), spreading his legs, pressing slippy fingers against his entrance, pressing harder, and harder, till one slipped inside.

"Uh," Softly grunting, which made him flush with embarrassment, knowing of the avid listener on the other end of the phone line.

"Another finger. Put another finger in." Moaning, Orlando did so, and if there was any pain, he didn't feel it. And where was his prostate, Viggo always found it so easily, but he couldn't find it, not even when arching is back, twisting his hips and oh!

There. Rubbing it, feeling shudders of pleasure, and he had no control over what sounds he made now, but really, did it matter, as long as he could keep doing this? But still, he wanted…wanted something, but he was far too far gone to even know what.

"Do you know how sexy it is, listening to you, picturing you fucking yourself with your fingers? Little slut. Take your fingers out, and put the dildo in."

Oh yes. That was it. Viggo's cock. He wanted that, so much, so much it hurt, but Viggo wasn't here.

Grabbing blindly, finding it, fumbling for lube and squeezing it out with shaking hands, it all took far too long. Far too long, when all he really wanted was Viggo fucking him, but Viggo wasn't here, and this would have to do instead.

Pressing it gently against himself, applying pressure, feeling it slip inside, groaning out loud, pushing it slowly, slowly in, till the entire thing was inside fil filling him.

"Ohhh."

"God, Orlando…" This was more sexy, more arousing, than Viggo could ever have imagined it being. Picturing Orlando, sprawled out on his bed, sliding that massive dildo in and out of his body… It was like something from a fantasy, only much, much better, knowing that Orlando was actually doing it…

"Viggo…please…please, Viggo!" Orlando, sounding desperate, and what did he want? Oh yes, to touch himself…but surely he wasn't still obeying Viggo?

Did it matter? "Yes." More a growl, than anything else, and Orlando's keening cries grew in a crescendo, unbearably exciting.

And Viggo cried out as he came, listening to Orlando's wail of pleasure. Dropping the phone from between shaky fingers, he let his head fall back against the chair. Fumbling on the floor with trembling fingers, he finally grasped the phone, raising it to his ear, hearing Orlando pant for breath on the other end.

"Viggo?"

"Yeah?"

"Do this again sometime?"

"Orlando?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, kinky old man."

"Orlando?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up till next time."

"Fine with me, old man."