The Morning After

Pairing: Viggo/Elijah/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, Smut
Summary: Elijah gets caught...
Notes: Sequel to “Night Stalker”. But you don’t have to read it to understand this.
Dedication: For Jeff and Nick. You guys are such inspirations. LOL!

The Morning After

The night passed quickly and the morning took over – the sun bringing forth a new day while the town’s occupants went about their business, totally oblivious to whatever takes place around them safe those that were of consequence. And in the forgotten corner of a street, a boy sat along the pavement, eyes darting apprehensively towards the house faraway across the road for any signs of watching eyes.

When he was certain there were none, he heaved an audible sigh of relief before fishing around in his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Quickly, he lit a stick and took a drag from it, the first puff easing away his tension as the smoke brought about the familiar heady sensation that caused a dizzy smile to form upon his lips.

He exhaled, watching lazily as the smoke curled almost seductively out of his lips, dissipating into the air like it was nothing more than an illusion. It was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones. No school. No reprimanding teachers. No bible lessons. No one droning on and on about a guy who had died some centuries ago, leaving behind restrictions upon everyone and everything. And the best of all, no mother to prevent him from doing whatever it was he wanted to do.

Nothing else was of importance today… all that exist for the moment was him, the golden sun, and the stick of cigarette resting lightly between his fingers…

The sudden footsteps coming from behind him startled a yelp out of him, making him choke upon the smoke that he had just inhaled into his lungs. He sprang up onto his feet, a thousand excuses forming upon the tip of his tongue before dying away as his startled gaze focused upon the figure standing before him.

“Mr. Vee, sir. Sir, I didn’t see you sir,” he stammered, his face turning a violent shade of red from a mixture of embarrassment and the coughing fit from which he had only just recovered from.

Viggo smiled, his blue eyes settling unnervingly upon his face while he squirmed uncomfortably under the older man’s scrutiny.

“Elijah,” he said, in manner of greeting, “Aren’t you supposed to be in school? Your momma won’t be too happy to know that you’ve skipped lessons… and are smoking no less.”

The boy shuffled his feet uneasily. If his mr knr knew… if she knew… Elijah couldn’t bear to think about it.

“Awww, Mr. Vee,” he said, his eyes looking at everything and everyone except the man standing before him. “You wouldn’t tell my momma would you? She’ll take a skillet to my head if she knew that I didn’t go to school.”

Viggo gave a small smile before hooking a friendly arm over the boy’s shoulder.

“Of course not. Why don’t you come on over to my place? I’ll fix you up with something to eat and you can watch television for a bit. You don’t have one of those at home, do you?” he said conversationally while he steered Elijah towards the direction of his home.

The boy shook his head. “Momma couldn’t afford one. She couldn’t seem to afford anything nowadays,” he continued with a shrug, his eyes lighting up a bit as they reached the front door of Viggo’s house. It turned out that it wasn’t very far from where he was seating. Viggo must have seen him sitting upon the pavement while looking out of the window.

Viggo ushered him in, holding the door open for him and Elijah took a hesitant step into the house, his eyes taking in the interior. ‘It looks nice and pleasant enough,’ Elijah thought, ‘for a man who spend his nights watching younger boys masturbate in their rooms that is,’ he couldn’t resist adding mentally and flushed as those blue eyes focused upon his face once more.

“It’s a nice place,” he allowed himself to reveal, his heart banging away in his chest when Viggo flashed him a slow, secretive smile…

*~*~*~*~*~*

In the next few minutes, Elijah couldn’t believe his luck. He was sitting upon a plush couch, watching some program on television. He didn’t really know what it was about, come to think about it. But it didn’t matter because the food was exceptionally good. He ate steadily, allowing Viggo to make small talk while he wolfed down the cookies and wash it all down with milk, once in a while burping quietly behind a hand only to continue eating after that.

Thus they sat on the couch, side by side. Elijah absorbed in eating, steadfastly ignoring the strange looks and small smile that the older man cast his way. He hardly noticed anything around him, not the quaint clock on the mantelpiece or the casual way upon which Viggo draped his arm around his shoulders…

It was only when he heard movements of someone coming down the stairs towards where they were sitting that he tore himself away from the milk and cookies he was having to turn towards the noise.

And then his mouth dropped open. There was a young man sauntering towards them, as naked as the day he was born.

Viggo watched Elijah carefully while the newcomer came to stand behind him, wrapping his slender arms around the older man’s neck, completely ignoring Elijah’s presence.

“Come back to bed,” he murmured into Viggo’s ear after tugging it with his teeth to gain the older man’s attention.

“Not now, Orlando,” Viggo whispered back, “We have company.”

Elijah just stared… and stared – the cookie he was eating lying half-chewed in his mouth as he gazed open-mouthed at the sight before him.

Orlando gave the boy a half glance from beneath his lashes, but didn’t say a word of welcome. Instead, he came around the couch to straddle the older man, his slim thighs parting as he pressed his groin against Viggo’s. He then started to move his hips, moving in slow, grinding motions, savouring the slow burn of the soft material of the older man’s pants rubbing against his erect cock and revelling in the hard line of Viggo’s penis crossing his.

Elijah tried hard not to look, his attention once again focused upon the television before him, but the soft sounds of frustration that Orlando made was slowly making him all hot and bothered. And against his will, his body started to respond in truly embarrassing ways, his cock twitching as all the blood in his body seemed to head south.

Even without looking, Elijah knew that Orlando’s movements had became more frantic, desperation underlined the increase of his pace as he planted his hands on either side of Viggo’s broad shoulders, wanting to gain leverage so as to incur more friction. Against his will, Elijah’s eyes slid towards the display before him and then, he unconsciously palmed his own erection, his fingers dancing over the crotch of his pants, squeezing and massaging his cock through the material.

It was something that he had never seen before – a display that was beautiful, intense and erotic at the same time. Orlando’s slender body curled and uncurled itself over the older man’s as he performed a heathen dance, complete with his own rhythm, his eyes held at half mast as if it was too heavy to lift them. Viggo placed his hands upon the young man’s hips, encouraging his thrusting motions and occasionally threading his fingers through the thick curly locks to bring Orlando’s lips to his in a searing kiss, sucking gently upon the younger man’s tongue.

With a soft exhion ion of breath, Orlando slid down the length of Viggo’s body to kneel at his feet, eyes gazing into the startling blueness of his eyes before proceeding to breathe hotly upon the man’s crotch. The older man sighed, his hands returning to Orlando’s head, urging his face towards his groin. And Orlando didn’t need any more encouragements.

Eagerly, he nuzzled upon the ridge of Viggo’s pants, mouthing the material made damp by his precum, tongue lashing out to lap at the ridge – lapping with long broad stroke while Viggo shifted his hips restlessly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. And then the younger man undid Viggo’s fly with his teeth, his fingers gently drawing out Viggo’s weeping cock into his hands, stroking and tracing the veins that ran through the shaft.

“Suck it, boy. You know you want to,” Viggo murmured, his hand tenderly running through Orlando’s sweaty locks. The younger man complied, eagerly swallowing Viggo’s cock down to the very root, the older man’s dark pubic hair tickling his nose as his cheeks hollowed while he suckled upon the huge erection.

Elijah gave an unconscious whimper. He was deliriously close to coming, his fingers moving agitatedly upon the crotch of his pants, hips starting to move in the familiar tight swivels that marked the inevitable. But Viggo turned to him, reaching out to stop the movements of Elijah’s hands.

“No watching,” he murmured, his voice husky, “Take your pants off and fuck him.”

Elijah stood on shaky legs, his trembling hands flying to his fly of his jeans as Orlando watched him from the corner of his eye. He paused, hesitancy lining his every move.

“Are you scared, boy? You weren’t shy about tugging on your cock when I watched you through the window at night,” Viggo whispered, his eyelashes fluttering and swallowed convulsively as Orlando gently played with his balls.

There was no turning back. As quickly as he can with shaking hands, he undid the buttons of his fly and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Nervously, he shuffled towards Orlando’s upturned arse, suddenly unsure of what to do.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare, boy?” Viggo said with a chuckle, his hand stroking Orlando’sr asr as one would do to a pet. And with a deep breath, Elijah took his cock in his hands, directed it to Orlando’s arse and proceeded to push it the older boy.

With a hiss, Orlando jerked away from Viggo’s cock, his head whipping towards Elijah, eyes snapping in anger.

“Easy… easy boy,” Viggo said soothingly running his hand up and down Orlando’s sweaty back in an attempt to calm him before the older boy returned his attention to Viggo’s cock.. And then he turned a reproal eyl eye towards Elijah.

“Don’t you know anything? Lube up!” he barked in annoyance. Still trembling, Elijah spat into his hand and slicked the spit over his throbbing cock, the mere friction of his palm upon his aching cock was almost enough to undo him… almost, but not quite. He whimpered, desperate to come as his knees shook under the weight of his body.

“None of that,” Viggo rasped as he murmured words of comfort to the quivering body before him, “Do it. Fuck him. Carefully, now.”

And with one slow trust, Elijah breached Orlando’s opening, the heat of the older boy’s body almost driving him mad with need. He began to move, his cock slowly gliding in and out the tight hole while Orlando moaned around Viggo’s cock.

Their movements became more frantic, more desperate. Elijah’s hips snapping back and forth, the force of his movements making Orlando rock beneath him. And every touch of the head of Elijah’s cock upon Orlando’s prostate made the older boy mewl in response, his breathings becoming harsher as he struggled to gain control of himself.

“Don’t come before me, Orlando. Don’t you dare come before me,” Viggo panted, his hands fisting in the material of the couch, while he dug his heels into the carpeted floor, lifting his hips as he thrust uncontrollably into the wet warmth of Orlando’s mouth.

The cries become louder, Elijah’s fingers digging into Orlando’s hips, fucking fucking fucking Orlando while the latter’s moans were muffled by the presence of Viggo’s cock in his mouth and orgasm ripped through them almost violently, bodies shaking and heads reeling with the force of it.

With a choked cry of release, Viggo tightened his hands into Orlando’s hair, reaching his completion, shuddering as he emptied his semen into Orlando’s mouth. And with that, the younger man reached his climax, his body clenching with his orgasm and Elijah followed suit, his shrill cry reverberating off the walls of the room as his knees finally buckled. He slumped to the floor, semen staining the olive skin before him as he leaned into the body before him for support.

Then there was silence, broken only by the almost animalistic sounds of deep breathings and soft growls.

Another short pause and Orlando crawled up towards Viggo, his body still shaking from the aftermath of his release, and curled up on Viggo’s lap. Viggo cast a sleepy look towards Elijah and motioned him over. With exhaustion lining his movements, Elijah stumbtowatowards the couch, nudging Orlando’s pliant body away with his head to make space on the couch and then curled up next to the older boy, his arm snaking round the slender waist.

“Next time, I get to fuck you,” Viggo managed to mumble before sleep overtook him. Elijah yawned sleepily as he cuddled up closer to Orlando, the older boy murmuring his protest before hugging Elijah closer to him.

And nothing else existed for them for the moment save the press of body upon body, the sun and the hazy glow of contentment that surrounded them as the three drifted off into slumber.

THE END