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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,688
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1
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Thanksgiving
Title: Thanksgiving
Author: Lozateazer ( princessofadorkable@yahoo.com )
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Archive: CIB, Viggorously, anywhere else, I’ll be flattered, but please ask.
Summary: Viggo and Orlando visit Dom in Hawaii for Thanksgiving.
Warnings: Rimming, snowballing, and a gag
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves. None of this happened (or will happen, for that matter.) However, both Viggo and Orli are in Hawaii at Dom’s then. But this is fake.
Date: 24/11-25/11 2004
Author's note: This is my first finished Viggorli. Be nice. This is from the bunny on Viggorously .
A/N 2: Okay, this is semi-AU, because in this Orli is still a veggie.
Feedback: Yes please.
~*~*~
Walking down the crowded Hawaiian street were three men. The first two in simple denim shorts and tee-shirts, their sunglasses protecting them from both the harsh sun and the possibility of being sighted. The third man, however, was never known for blending in. That is, until now. The last and youngest of the three was the perfect picture of a Hawaiian tourist, wearing khaki shorts, a ridiculously tacky floral shirt, and bucket hat. To top off the picture, he added a camera around his neck, and his own pair of shades.
The eldest laughed, “You know, I still can’t believe that for the first time since I’ve known him, I can’t tell Orli apart based solely on his clothes. I’m beginning to wonder if I even know what he looks like.”
A laugh came from behind the first two. “Ha! You know I’m hot, Vig! You especially can’t deny that!”
Viggo shrugged noncommittally. He glanced around the busy streets, checking to see if anyone had yet to notice the three movie stars. “So Dom, is it always like this around the holidays?”
“From what I’ve been hearing, yes. Even more so around Christmas. Did you know we have whole poinsettia *trees* around here?”
At the mention of Christmas, Orli bounded up to the other two from behind. “Well, if the bloody things are tropical, then why are they Christmas flowers?”
Dominic laughed, “Haven’t got a clue.”
***
Orlando looked down at his plate once again. It really was quite pathetic. A helping of corn, a couple unbuttered rolls, and some cranberries from a can. “What’s the point of this holiday again?”
Viggo popped another piece of meat into his mouth. “Turkey, angel. It’s all about the turkey.”
Dom nodded enthusiastically, “And eating as much as possible.”
Looking over his meager servings once more, the young brunette pouted, “Dommie, I can’t believe you forgot I don’t eat meat.”
“I told you the stuffing was vegetarian!”
“No it isn’t! You cooked it inside the turkey! Either way, it has dairy in it!”
The Hobbit grumbled, “What’s so bad about things like milk and eggs? Animals don’t die from it!”
“Oh yeah, tell that to the chickens without beaks crammed in cages.”
“Thanks a lot, Orli. You almost ruined my appetite.”
***
Crunching on some baby carrots as he paced the room, Orlando growled, “Tomorrow, I am going out, and getting enough fucking food to feed a hundred vegans.”
“Mmm, soymilk…”
“Sod, off, Viggo.”
Said Viggo was laying in the middle of their large guest bed, naked and rubbing his tummy. “I can’t believe you let me eat so much. What kind of boyfriend are you?”
“It’s your own bloody fault. I was stuck eating rabbit food! He really should know better by now—No fish, no chicken, no beef, no diary, no eggs, and NO TURKEY!” Pouting, he turned to his lover.
Laughing softly, Viggo motioned the younger man over to the bed. And after throwing the carrots in the general direction of Dominic’s room, Orli gladly obliged. The blonde smiled, wrapping his arms around his partner. “You can’t blame Dom. Usually when it comes to Thanksgiving all you think about is what size of turkey you need to buy.”
“Well how about actually thinking of something useful? Like the real point of this holiday, maybe?”
“What? Giving thanks? We did that already, babe.”
Rolling his eyes and giving a firm smack to Viggo’s chest, Orli seethed, “You of all people should know better! In your Hidalgo phase you got really into the injustice the Native Americans had to go through!”
Viggo pouted, sniffling, “But… but… /turkey/!!”
“Viggo Peter Mortensen! I have been dating you for five years! I know you damn well have turkey again on Christmas!”
“But it’s not the /same/…”
“The hell it’s not!” Orli shouted as he ripped himself from Viggo’s arms. “The only difference is on Christmas you get presents!”
“Orlando, come back here.”
“No! You smell like dead meat! I’m not coming near you again ‘till you shower!”
The older man sighed, “But I’m too tired…”
Smirking, the brunette added, “Then I guess you’re too tired for a good shag, yeah?”
Groaning as he stood, Viggo growled, “Fine, fine, I’ll shower.” He paused as he headed to the adjoining bathroom. “Will you join me?”
“Nope.”
***
When Viggo walked out of the bathroom, the best picture he could have imagined waited for him: Orlando on all fours, cock dripping as he prepared himself.
“I see you got started without me.”
Gasping softly, the young man looked over his shoulder. “I had to do something while waiting for you.” Pulling his fingers out, Orli flipped himself over to get a good look at his lover.
The blonde hummed in appreciation, walking over to the bed.
Once he got close enough, Orlando grabbed his prick. “Only a semi? Didn’t you get enough of a show?”
Viggo laughed, “Sorry, angel, I’m old and tired.”
“We should put you down, then. You know, put you out of your misery.” Orli smirked, giving his lover a few quick tugs. “Come on then, on the bed with you.”
Jumping up with energy Viggo couldn’t believe the other man had, the Brit shoved him onto the bed so he laid there, spread eagle.
“Put your legs up, love. Open yourself up to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I asked nicely.”
After Viggo got into position, Orli slowly climbed between his lover’s legs. Smirking once more, he lowered himself so he was face to face with the American’s half-erect cock.
“Let’s see if we can’t do something about this…”
Placing a kiss to the side of Viggo’s prick, he moved down far enough to take one of his balls into his mouth. He sucked lightly on it, running his teeth along the bottom, before rolling it around his tongue. Viggo whimpered, lifting his hips in a silent plea for Orlando to do more. Letting the first ball go, he took the other in his mouth and repeated the action. By the time that one was released, the older man was a mewling pile of goo.
He laved his way down to his partner’s perineum, pressing it firmly with his tongue. Viggo moaned deep in his chest. Smiling to himself, the younger man began to trace patterns on the soft skin, ever so often going father down.
“Please, Orli… please…” Viggo pulled his legs close to his chest, exposing himself even more.
That was all the incentive the Brit needed. With one stroke, he found himself in front of Viggo’s puckered entrance. Circling it a couple times with his tongue, he made the American yelp by quickly jabbing his tongue inside. Pulling away, Orlando asked sweetly, “Something wrong, love?”
A long moan was his only response.
Moving back to his task, Orli gave a quick bite to one of the firm cheeks. “God, I love your arse, Vig. I could eat it all day.” His tongue plunged back into the tight hole, wriggling around and loosening it.
“No—no more, Orli… Can’t take… need you…”
Quickly moving up his lover’s body, he engaged him in a rough, passionate kiss, filled with tongue and teeth. While Viggo was otherwise engaged, Orlando lowered his partners legs so he was once more sprawled completely across the large bed.
Breaking the kiss, the Brit laughed, “I thought you were tired, love.”
The elder whimpered, thrashing once.
The brunette laughed, petting the hair out of his lover’s face. “I know, I know. Shush now. We have to be quiet. Remember, Dom said no shagging. That means we have to keep your pretty little mouth shut.” Reaching over to the nightstand, Orli grabbed one of his bandannas, and quickly gagged his lover.
Sitting back on Viggo’s stomach, the young man admired his work. “Beautiful. Now, I think you can get your reward.”
Lifting himself up, he aligned his hole with his partner’s cock, and quickly impaled himself with only a hiss of pleasure. They got a steady rhythm almost immediately, Orli plunging down when Viggo thrust up. The American had his hands resting on the Brit’s thighs, and the other’s hands on top of his.
As Viggo’s cock slid along his prostate, Orlando let out a strangled “Fuck!,” and clenched around his lover. A copious amount of fluid had gathered at the tip of his member, and had formed a small puddle on the blonde’s stomach. Viggo growled through the gag, and thrust up hard. Orli moaned, redoubling his efforts. Each thrust hit him in the exact right spot, and it was everything he could do to hold back his screams.
Once, Viggo had tried to grab Orlando’s cock, but was quickly shot down with only a glare. Moving so his hands were on either side of his lover’s head, the young brunette rode him hard, bringing the American ever closer to his release. Finally, with his partner’s body clenching around him and kissing him through the fabric of the gag, Viggo came.
As soon as he had given everything he had, Orlando pulled off of him, still unfulfilled. Yanking the gag down, he shoved his own hard cock down Viggo’s mouth, fucking the wet cavity until he reached his peak with a strangled groan.
After removing his softening member, he again kissed his older lover, who pushed his own come back into his mouth. The tongues dueled tiredly for the fluid, lapping it up.
Once all traces of the pearly essence were gone, they broke the kiss, Orlando collapsing next to his lover. “That was amazing.”
Removing the bandanna from around his neck, Viggo laughed, “I just hope Dom didn’t hear.”
***
Down the hall lay Dominic, finally removing the pillow from over his ears, being incredibly thankful that those two were finally done. He just wished he knew how he was going to burn the sheets.
~fin~
Author: Lozateazer ( princessofadorkable@yahoo.com )
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Archive: CIB, Viggorously, anywhere else, I’ll be flattered, but please ask.
Summary: Viggo and Orlando visit Dom in Hawaii for Thanksgiving.
Warnings: Rimming, snowballing, and a gag
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves. None of this happened (or will happen, for that matter.) However, both Viggo and Orli are in Hawaii at Dom’s then. But this is fake.
Date: 24/11-25/11 2004
Author's note: This is my first finished Viggorli. Be nice. This is from the bunny on Viggorously .
A/N 2: Okay, this is semi-AU, because in this Orli is still a veggie.
Feedback: Yes please.
~*~*~
Walking down the crowded Hawaiian street were three men. The first two in simple denim shorts and tee-shirts, their sunglasses protecting them from both the harsh sun and the possibility of being sighted. The third man, however, was never known for blending in. That is, until now. The last and youngest of the three was the perfect picture of a Hawaiian tourist, wearing khaki shorts, a ridiculously tacky floral shirt, and bucket hat. To top off the picture, he added a camera around his neck, and his own pair of shades.
The eldest laughed, “You know, I still can’t believe that for the first time since I’ve known him, I can’t tell Orli apart based solely on his clothes. I’m beginning to wonder if I even know what he looks like.”
A laugh came from behind the first two. “Ha! You know I’m hot, Vig! You especially can’t deny that!”
Viggo shrugged noncommittally. He glanced around the busy streets, checking to see if anyone had yet to notice the three movie stars. “So Dom, is it always like this around the holidays?”
“From what I’ve been hearing, yes. Even more so around Christmas. Did you know we have whole poinsettia *trees* around here?”
At the mention of Christmas, Orli bounded up to the other two from behind. “Well, if the bloody things are tropical, then why are they Christmas flowers?”
Dominic laughed, “Haven’t got a clue.”
***
Orlando looked down at his plate once again. It really was quite pathetic. A helping of corn, a couple unbuttered rolls, and some cranberries from a can. “What’s the point of this holiday again?”
Viggo popped another piece of meat into his mouth. “Turkey, angel. It’s all about the turkey.”
Dom nodded enthusiastically, “And eating as much as possible.”
Looking over his meager servings once more, the young brunette pouted, “Dommie, I can’t believe you forgot I don’t eat meat.”
“I told you the stuffing was vegetarian!”
“No it isn’t! You cooked it inside the turkey! Either way, it has dairy in it!”
The Hobbit grumbled, “What’s so bad about things like milk and eggs? Animals don’t die from it!”
“Oh yeah, tell that to the chickens without beaks crammed in cages.”
“Thanks a lot, Orli. You almost ruined my appetite.”
***
Crunching on some baby carrots as he paced the room, Orlando growled, “Tomorrow, I am going out, and getting enough fucking food to feed a hundred vegans.”
“Mmm, soymilk…”
“Sod, off, Viggo.”
Said Viggo was laying in the middle of their large guest bed, naked and rubbing his tummy. “I can’t believe you let me eat so much. What kind of boyfriend are you?”
“It’s your own bloody fault. I was stuck eating rabbit food! He really should know better by now—No fish, no chicken, no beef, no diary, no eggs, and NO TURKEY!” Pouting, he turned to his lover.
Laughing softly, Viggo motioned the younger man over to the bed. And after throwing the carrots in the general direction of Dominic’s room, Orli gladly obliged. The blonde smiled, wrapping his arms around his partner. “You can’t blame Dom. Usually when it comes to Thanksgiving all you think about is what size of turkey you need to buy.”
“Well how about actually thinking of something useful? Like the real point of this holiday, maybe?”
“What? Giving thanks? We did that already, babe.”
Rolling his eyes and giving a firm smack to Viggo’s chest, Orli seethed, “You of all people should know better! In your Hidalgo phase you got really into the injustice the Native Americans had to go through!”
Viggo pouted, sniffling, “But… but… /turkey/!!”
“Viggo Peter Mortensen! I have been dating you for five years! I know you damn well have turkey again on Christmas!”
“But it’s not the /same/…”
“The hell it’s not!” Orli shouted as he ripped himself from Viggo’s arms. “The only difference is on Christmas you get presents!”
“Orlando, come back here.”
“No! You smell like dead meat! I’m not coming near you again ‘till you shower!”
The older man sighed, “But I’m too tired…”
Smirking, the brunette added, “Then I guess you’re too tired for a good shag, yeah?”
Groaning as he stood, Viggo growled, “Fine, fine, I’ll shower.” He paused as he headed to the adjoining bathroom. “Will you join me?”
“Nope.”
***
When Viggo walked out of the bathroom, the best picture he could have imagined waited for him: Orlando on all fours, cock dripping as he prepared himself.
“I see you got started without me.”
Gasping softly, the young man looked over his shoulder. “I had to do something while waiting for you.” Pulling his fingers out, Orli flipped himself over to get a good look at his lover.
The blonde hummed in appreciation, walking over to the bed.
Once he got close enough, Orlando grabbed his prick. “Only a semi? Didn’t you get enough of a show?”
Viggo laughed, “Sorry, angel, I’m old and tired.”
“We should put you down, then. You know, put you out of your misery.” Orli smirked, giving his lover a few quick tugs. “Come on then, on the bed with you.”
Jumping up with energy Viggo couldn’t believe the other man had, the Brit shoved him onto the bed so he laid there, spread eagle.
“Put your legs up, love. Open yourself up to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I asked nicely.”
After Viggo got into position, Orli slowly climbed between his lover’s legs. Smirking once more, he lowered himself so he was face to face with the American’s half-erect cock.
“Let’s see if we can’t do something about this…”
Placing a kiss to the side of Viggo’s prick, he moved down far enough to take one of his balls into his mouth. He sucked lightly on it, running his teeth along the bottom, before rolling it around his tongue. Viggo whimpered, lifting his hips in a silent plea for Orlando to do more. Letting the first ball go, he took the other in his mouth and repeated the action. By the time that one was released, the older man was a mewling pile of goo.
He laved his way down to his partner’s perineum, pressing it firmly with his tongue. Viggo moaned deep in his chest. Smiling to himself, the younger man began to trace patterns on the soft skin, ever so often going father down.
“Please, Orli… please…” Viggo pulled his legs close to his chest, exposing himself even more.
That was all the incentive the Brit needed. With one stroke, he found himself in front of Viggo’s puckered entrance. Circling it a couple times with his tongue, he made the American yelp by quickly jabbing his tongue inside. Pulling away, Orlando asked sweetly, “Something wrong, love?”
A long moan was his only response.
Moving back to his task, Orli gave a quick bite to one of the firm cheeks. “God, I love your arse, Vig. I could eat it all day.” His tongue plunged back into the tight hole, wriggling around and loosening it.
“No—no more, Orli… Can’t take… need you…”
Quickly moving up his lover’s body, he engaged him in a rough, passionate kiss, filled with tongue and teeth. While Viggo was otherwise engaged, Orlando lowered his partners legs so he was once more sprawled completely across the large bed.
Breaking the kiss, the Brit laughed, “I thought you were tired, love.”
The elder whimpered, thrashing once.
The brunette laughed, petting the hair out of his lover’s face. “I know, I know. Shush now. We have to be quiet. Remember, Dom said no shagging. That means we have to keep your pretty little mouth shut.” Reaching over to the nightstand, Orli grabbed one of his bandannas, and quickly gagged his lover.
Sitting back on Viggo’s stomach, the young man admired his work. “Beautiful. Now, I think you can get your reward.”
Lifting himself up, he aligned his hole with his partner’s cock, and quickly impaled himself with only a hiss of pleasure. They got a steady rhythm almost immediately, Orli plunging down when Viggo thrust up. The American had his hands resting on the Brit’s thighs, and the other’s hands on top of his.
As Viggo’s cock slid along his prostate, Orlando let out a strangled “Fuck!,” and clenched around his lover. A copious amount of fluid had gathered at the tip of his member, and had formed a small puddle on the blonde’s stomach. Viggo growled through the gag, and thrust up hard. Orli moaned, redoubling his efforts. Each thrust hit him in the exact right spot, and it was everything he could do to hold back his screams.
Once, Viggo had tried to grab Orlando’s cock, but was quickly shot down with only a glare. Moving so his hands were on either side of his lover’s head, the young brunette rode him hard, bringing the American ever closer to his release. Finally, with his partner’s body clenching around him and kissing him through the fabric of the gag, Viggo came.
As soon as he had given everything he had, Orlando pulled off of him, still unfulfilled. Yanking the gag down, he shoved his own hard cock down Viggo’s mouth, fucking the wet cavity until he reached his peak with a strangled groan.
After removing his softening member, he again kissed his older lover, who pushed his own come back into his mouth. The tongues dueled tiredly for the fluid, lapping it up.
Once all traces of the pearly essence were gone, they broke the kiss, Orlando collapsing next to his lover. “That was amazing.”
Removing the bandanna from around his neck, Viggo laughed, “I just hope Dom didn’t hear.”
***
Down the hall lay Dominic, finally removing the pillow from over his ears, being incredibly thankful that those two were finally done. He just wished he knew how he was going to burn the sheets.
~fin~