Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These

Disclaimer: oh, how i wish these guys were mine, but they aren't. and i am a liar. haha.

Viggo stood outside the steam room, clutching his towel to his waist. He was pretty sure most people were gone. It was pretty late. The gym he was at was open all night but usually at 2 a.m. he was the only one there. He liked to come in and use the pool and steam room after a hard day at the set. Viggo pulled the door open and walked inside. Everything went white as he went in. Behind him he locked the door and blindly found his way to the sitting area. He let go of the towel, letting it fall to the sides, and stretched backwards. He enjoyed reclining like this, with only steam and sweat covering his body, it was just so relaxing. He almost felt like he was going to fall asleep when he heard a noise from the other side of the room. He jerked his head up, trying to see through the steam. What seemed like out of nowhere, Orlando appeared. Viggo’s heart seemed to skip a beat. Orlando was sauntering over to him and, like Viggo, was completely nude.
“Sorry, I thought I was hear alone,” Orlando said.
“Oh, s’ok,” Viggo tried to say nonchalantly.
But when he said this he moved his hips just a little. He tried to convey to Orlando that he wanted to fuck him, bad. Orlando sat down next to him and stared off into nothing.
“I thought I was the only one who did this,” Orlando laughed.
“Yeah. Me too,” Viggo almost whispered.
Viggo was gazing at Orlando intently. He probably resembled a wolf about to rip his prey apart. As he looked at Orlando’s body he could feel an erection coming on. Viggo had wanted Orlando from the first time they met. He couldn’t count the times he had jerked off to the thought of what was now sitting right next to him. The thought of now or never flashed through his mind.
He slowly scooted closer to the other man. He was now so close he could smell Orlando. Viggo wiped a bead of sweat off of Orlando’s collarbone, then seductively licked his finger. Orlando watched him but did nothing to encourage or discourage what he was doing. He leaned in and licked the sweat off Orlando’s neck. He could felt him sigh quietly. Viggo placed a hand on Orlando’s upper thigh and rubbed leisurely towards his growing erection.
Orlando turned and caught Viggo’s lips in his. He kissed back feverishly, slipping his tongue into Orlando’s mouth. The other man stroked his chest and pulled them even closer together. They moved over one another’s bodies and Viggo’s mind became overwhelmed with pent up lust.
He pushed Orlando on his back. Then he moved down his body, tasting the sweat drops and taking in that special taste that was Orlando. His Hard body was glistening with water. He paused at each nipple. Sucking on the already stiff buds. He moved lower still. Viggo nipped at the base of his stiff cock, which caused Orlando to make muted noises that sounded very close to purring. He smiled to himself and worked his way back up. By the time their faces were level the heat seemed overwhelming but he figured it was just the combination of steam and the sexy man pressed under him.
“You are so gorgeous,” Viggo said as he kissed Orlando’s eyelids.
The other man laughed.
“Do you know how long I have wanted you?” Viggo asked.
“Maybe about as long as I have you,” he replied.
When their eyes met something snapped. All of the built up longing and desire returned tenfold. In an instant Viggo was sitting up with Orlando straddling him. He felt crazed. Everywhere was flesh on flesh. Their kisses were deep and passionate. He felt like he needed him more than anything else. He couldn’t take it anymore. Viggo positioned him and impaled Orlando’s tight ass with his large prick. Orlando moaned as his eyelashes fluttered against Viggo’s cheek. Viggo moved his hand to Orlando’s cock. He massaged it as he thrust roughly into him. He rode just as hard bringing himself down hard causing Viggo to slide in deeper. They undulated harshly and both grew more slick with sweat.
It was almost too much for him to take. It was too delicious for words. The feeling of being inside Orlando’s constricted ass. His hard cock he was so viciously jerking off. His tongue in his mouth. And the wild grunts Orlando was making weren’t helping matters.
The steam was closing in around them. Viggo felt like the heat was going to crush him. Not that this would be a bad way to die, he thought, bucking harder. His breathing was become more and more erratic. Orlando’s mouth released his and Orlando leaned back to moan loudly. He forced himself down wildly and Viggo tightened his grip on the weeping dick in his hand. Orlando opened his eyes and stared at him, he yelled and Viggo felt the shudder pass through him and the hot cum squirt out across them.
His body slumped against Viggo’s but never stopped moving. He moved quicker, feeling like his breathe was going to leave his body soon and he was going to explode from all the pressure in the room.
“Viggo, Viggo, Viggo,” Orlando whispered in his ear.
That was it. It felt like the world had shattered and he broke right along with it.
Viggo came, screaming Orlando’s name. He felt dizzy and his vision was somewhat blurred. Before he could think again, he heard a pounding on the sauna door.
“Dammit!” he cursed and closed his eyes trying to collect himself.
A few seconds later he opened his eyes, breathe still unsteady. He looked around and found himself in his own bedroom. He laid still for a moment. His sheets were cleaning to him and he was wet with sweat and cum.
“Dammit,” he said again when he realized it had all been a dream.
He heard the pounding knock again. Someone must be at the front door. He glanced at the clock by his bed. Four fifteen a.m. He sat up and reached for his bathrobe, he slept naked but didn’t think he should answer the door the same way.
“Hang on!” he yelled and the knocking stopped.
Viggo walked to the front door wondering who the hell it could be and why the hell did they have to visit and four in the fucking morning. He opened the door hurriedly, anticipating hitting whomever had woken him from such a delicious dream. He knew he was awake but it felt unreal when he saw Orlando standing in his doorway.