1 Night in Orlando

Title: 1 Night in Orlando.
Author: Sonsy.
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo. Shut up.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction. Duh.
Author's Notes: Okay, yes, I wrote ViggOrli. I did it for dirtysidekick, who really wanted it, but knew I didn't like writing it. Well, guess what? I did. Now you owe me a kidney, should I ever need one. Also, working in the sexshop has gotten to me- I really should quit that job. It makes me write stuff like this. Henjoy.

1 Night in Paris.

1 Night in China.

But 1 Night in Orlando?

Sonja picked up the DVD box and studied it. It was him, all right, younger and sporting the Mohawk. It was apparent that this had been taped simultaneously with Rings, but obviously this film was never meant for public screening.

After reading the press release a few weeks earlier, Sonja was incredulous. At first, she thought she was seeing things, or that there was something more than tobacco in those Belgian fags she liked to smoke. But it was true, and she was holding proof of it in her hands.

Apparently, one of Viggo’s houseguests and supposed friends had found the tape whilst nosing around. Rather than pay the extortionist, Viggo and Orlando had decided to release the film on their own terms. Damage control would be easier that way, and any proceeds would be given to charity. Judging by the fact that this was the fourth shop she’d been to in search of the tape, Sonja could see that lots of cash would indeed be donated.

After paying for her purchase and receiving a smirk from the shop clerk, Sonja went home to see what ViggOrli was really like.

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The scene was filmed in a bedroom (Viggo’s?) with Orlando standing, fully clothed, at the foot of the bed. The lights were dimmed, but it wasn’t too dark to see clearly. “Strip,” came Viggo’s quiet voice from behind the camera. Orlando wasted no time in pulling the white tee-shirt off over his head. Viggo panned to Orlando’s chest as Orlando reached to pinch a nipple before moving his hand slowly to the button and zip of his trousers. Orlando lowered the zip and pulled the black fabric down over his hips. “Good boy,” Viggo aid as the trousers fell, revealing that Orlando wasn’t wearing shorts underneath. His cock jutted out from his groin, the foreskin receding to just behind the smooth head. “Turn around, Sunshine.”

“Don’t call me Sunshine, Vig,” Orlando answered, turning around. “Or you can’t fuck me anymore.”

The only parts of Orlando visible now were his buttocks. Viggo’s hand came into view, and he ran a finger down the cleft of Orlando’s arse. “Who said I was fucking you tonight anyway, Sunshine?”

“So what then? You just plan to film my arse all night?” Orlando started to turn back around, but Viggo’s hand stopped him.

No, smartass, I’m going to film you fucking yourself. I bought you something today.” Viggo’s hand went out of view, and he zoomed out, revealing Orlando from the middle of his back to his knees. “It’s over there on the dresser.” As Orlando turned and walked toward the dresser, Viggo followed him with the camera. On the dresser was a plain wrapped package. “I want to watch you open it.”

Orlando obeyed Viggo’s non-command and tore back the wrapping. A smile spread over his lips and he held the item up for Viggo to see. “Six inches? You can do better than that, mate.”

Viggo’s faint laugh could be heard and he responded, “Yeah, but that’s got a suction cup on the bottom so you can stick it to the shower wall. Or anywhere, for that matter.”

Orlando squeezed the blue silicone dong. His long fingers wrapped around the shaft and he turned it over to look at the bottom. With his other hand, he opened the top dresser drawer, rummaged a moment, and then pulled out a small black bottle. “All right then, let’s go.”

Viggo laughed again. “Patience, Orlando. Or do you have somewhere else to be?”

“Yeah, mate. Got a hot date tonight.” Orlando turned back away from the camera, looked over his shoulder, and batted his eyelashes. “Her name’s Rosie Palmer and-”

“I know, she’s got five sisters. She can wait.” Viggo followed Orlando as he walked into the en suite and flicked on the light. There was a momentary flash as the camera adjusted to the bright light. “The pretty Elfboy’s going to fuck himself,” Viggo said to himself and the camera.

“Get bent.”

“Such a bad mouth!”

“Yeah, and?” Orlando’s grin was wicked.

“I should stuff something in it to keep it quiet.” Viggo zoomed in on Orlando’s mouth. “Put the pretty blue cock in your dirty little mouth.”

“Cheesy, man. Too cheesy.” But Orlando did as he was told and wrapped his lips around the blue cockhead. He pulled it back out of his mouth and circled it with his tongue. With his fist, he spread the saliva down the length of it, then slowly slid it back into his mouth, pushing it in until the balls rested against his chin. He left it there a moment before pulling it out. Though Viggo was not visible, the expression on Orlando’s face made it obvious he was turned on by Orlando’s deep-throating ability. “Doesn’t taste very good.”

“Doesn’t matter. Bend over in the shower and I’ll stick it to the wall. I want to make sure I get it at the right height.” Orlando stepped into the shower and got on all fours. Viggo must have set the camera down when Orlando handed him the toy and the lube, because all that was on the screen now was a wall and the bottom part of a hand towel. Running water could be heard as Viggo wet the base of the dong to make it stay stuck on the tile. Then he picked the camera back up and focused it on Orlando in the shower, bent with his arse at the perfect height to be impaled. “All right, now come back over here and bend over the toilet.” Once again, Orlando obeyed. Viggo set the camera down on the sink again, this time adjusting it and instructing Orlando in order to get the best possible shot. He was nude when he came into view and got on his knees behind Orlando and spread Orlando’s buttocks apart with both hands. Orlando dropped his head and moaned hen Viggo’s tongue circled his entrance.

“God, Vig,” Orlando practically whimpered as Viggo plunged his tongue into his hole. He gave Orlando’s arse a slap and reached for the Eros he had set on the floor. Viggo unscrewed the cap and poured some of the liquid onto his fingers, rubbing it in with his thumb. Orlando was pulling in his own cock with one hand, and trying to keep his balance on the toilet with the other.

As Viggo massaged the lube into Orlando’s opening, he asked, “You think I can get four in this time?”

“Don’t know. Maybe.”

“Can I try?”

“Yeah.”

Viggo slipped one, then two fingers into Orlando. When he was about to try for a third, he had to stop Orlando from jerking himself. “You’re not going to come over the toilet, you’re going to come in the shower.” Orlando reluctantly let go his cock, and Viggo pushed his third finger in. “It’ll be tight, but I can do it.” All four fingers were inside of Orlando; Viggo was turning his wrist and Orlando’s breaths were coming in short pants. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I think I am.” Orlando tried to laugh, but his irregular breathing made it difficult.

“I think you’re ready.” Viggo pulled his fingers from Orlando’s body and stood up. Behind the camera, water ran as he washed his hands. Orlando climbed shakily off the toilet and out of view. “Okay, don’t do anything until I get this thing the way I want it.” Viggo picked the camera up and walked with it over to the shower where Orlando was kneeling. “I’m going to stand over you and watch from the top. Here.” He handed Orlando the lube and focused on him opening the bottle and lubing up the blue penis. Orlando got down on all fours, and Viggo straddled him standing.

Orlando slowly and one-handedly guided the dildo inside him. Viggo had done a good job stretching him, so it wasn’t long until his arse was flush with the moulded silicone balls. He paused a moment, then started to fuck himself on the toy.

“Feel good?”

“Hell yes.”

“And you were worried that six inches wouldn’t be enough.” Viggo zoomed in on the point where the dong disappeared into Orlando’s arse. “So fucking hot, Orli. This’ll be fun to watch when we’re done.” Orlando didn’t answer, but sped up, slamming back against the wall harder and harder.

“I need to come, Vig. I’m so close.”

“Not yet, Sunshine. Hold it a minute longer.” Orlando stopped pounding the wall, and thrust back once more as hard as he could, then stayed there and swivelled his hips.

“Don’t think so, man,” he panted. “It’s hitting right there. Fuck, that feels good. I want to come with it in me.” Viggo quickly moved out of the shower and crouched down to capture Orlando’s orgasm on the tape. Orlando had stilled his hips and was now furiously pulling his cock. A few seconds later, he came, panting. “Fuck, fuck,” he was breathing as come spurted from his cockhead and hit the tile.

Viggo set the camera down and positioned it toward the shower, then turned on the exhaust fan. Orlando had collapsed on the cold tile, and was breathing hard. “Come on, Sunshine, time to get up,” Viggo laughed and helped Orlando to his feet. “Come on now.” He pulled Orlando to him, and the two kissed before Viggo turned on the water.

Most of the sounds were drowned out by the fan and the running water, but the action through the shower glass was clear. Orlando was on his knees, with Viggo’s cock in his mouth. One of Viggo’s hands was on Orlando’s smooth scalp, and the other on the tiled wall. Suddenly, Orlando stopped, stood, and turned around. Viggo came behind him and pushed his cock into Orlando, and fucked him standing. Moans and growls could be heard just over the background noise, but when Viggo came, he yelled loudly enough that his voice echoed off the walls of the shower enclosure.

The film ended a few moments later with Viggo walking to the camera, his body wet and flushed, and turning it off.


END.