Bottoming Out

Bottoming Out

Posted: February 29, 2008
Title: Bottoming Out
Series: Exploring Limits
Sequel to: Hurts So Good
Author: Ariel Tachna and namárië120
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know the actors and don’t make any claims about them. We just make up stories when we get bored.
Prompt: 3 – Spanking
Author's Notes: Beta’d by Sileya the sultry

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" Orlando?" he called. "Maybe you'd like to join us now?"

Orlando froze, caught like a deer in headlights when Sean called his name. His first instinct was to recoil, to deny that he'd been watching them – spying on them. He didn't figure that would pass muster, though, so he stepped into the bedroom, determined to brazen out their reactions. "I didn't want to interrupt," he said, shoulders hunched defensively.

" Orlando?" Viggo's gut clenched and he could feel his cheeks heating as he stared at their lover, his feelings in conflict. A part of him had wished Orlando was with them, even at the height of his connection with Sean; but the thought that Orlando had seen – or worse, heard – things Viggo knew would disturb him was making his stomach roil. "How long have you been here?"

Orlando paused to consider the question. He hadn't noticed the time, nor, he imagined, had his lovers. "I saw Sean get the paintbrush," he said finally, figuring that would give them an idea when he had arrived.

"And you didn't see fit to announce your presence?" Sean demanded, his voice sharp. He'd been aware of Orlando, watching from the shadows, since just after he'd brought Viggo to climax. It didn't bother him that the younger man had watched them – though he suspected Viggo didn't feel the same – but that Orlando hadn't respected them enough to let them know he was there angered him. "We're not a bloody peep show for you to get your rocks off watching."

"I didn't see anything to get my rocks off with!" Orlando retorted sharply, forgetting how hot and bothered he had been watching Sean come over Viggo's arse. He'd seen enough since then to kill all sense of his arousal. "As for not announcing my presence, I was obviously superfluous and I already told you I didn't want to interrupt. I was trying to be courteous enough to let you finish."

"Courteous would have been to leave, if you weren't interested in joining us," Sean rejoined harshly.

"Sean, Orlando, please," Viggo interjected, trying to stave off the argument both men seemed eager to engage in. "I thought you were planning to surf all weekend," he said to Orlando, hoping to move the discussion to a less dangerous subject, at least until everyone's tempers had a chance to cool. He might as well have saved his breath for all the attention either of the others paid to his words.

"And leave you to do God only knows what to Viggo?" Orlando spat back. "At least if I was watching, I could make sure you didn't hurt him."

"Wait a minute," Viggo objected, his own voice rising, shocked that Orlando would make such an accusation after the weeks they'd spent rebuilding Sean's self-confidence. "Sean didn't do a damn thing I didn't ask him to do!"

"Don't bother defending me, Vig," Sean muttered, turning a frigid stare on Orlando. "Obviously, all those talks about how much you both trust me were just pretty lies to make me feel better, at least as far as Orlando here is concerned."

"Yeah, like all your talk about not hurting us the way Robert hurt you was any more honest," Orlando glared back. "God, Viggo, he had his fist up your arse. You can't tell me that felt good. You just can't!"

"It felt fucking incredible!" Viggo shouted. "This is exactly why I didn't want to do this while you were around – I knew you wouldn't be able to understand. Or are you jealous?" he added, regretting the ugly words as soon as he spoke them but unable – unwilling – to call them back. "That we could enjoy something that you weren't involved in?"

"Not of that," Orlando ground out. "I'll just leave you to your perversions then, why don't I?"

"STOP!" Sean roared in a tone neither of his partners had ever heard him use before – and neither could disobey. Viggo bit back the angry rejoinder he'd been about to make about Orlando's dildos and took a deep breath, trying to get his rampaging emotions under control. Sinking back onto the bed, he lowered his head and stared at his clenched hands, wondering how everything had gone so wrong so quickly.

"You don't have to approve of what Viggo and I do, but you have absolutely no right to insult us for what we enjoy either," Sean told Orlando, fixing the younger man with an icy stare. "If you can't accept that, then maybe you should leave. But if you do, don't expect to come back."

"Sean – " Viggo protested, the words drying up in his throat when Sean turned to look at him. He'd been prepared for the same angry glare Orlando had received, but he could see the pain in Sean's eyes, along with an unspoken plea not to interfere. Viggo swallowed hard and decided he needed to trust Sean a little bit longer.

"I..." Orlando started, tears welling in his eyes as he looked back from one man to the other, his sense of not belonging rushing back at him. "I'm sorry," he said finally, not completely sure what he was apologizing for. "I love you both, but I obviously don't belong here. I thought I could. I thought I could be adventurous enough for you, but you need things I can't give you. I'll just get my things and...."

"Damn it, no!" Viggo jumped to his feet, throwing an apologetic glance over his shoulder at Sean. There had to be some way to keep this from tearing the three of them apart. " Orlando, don't. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone behind your back like this – the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you..."

"But it's all right for Orlando to hurt you by calling you perverted?" Sean growled.

"I'm sorry," Orlando said again. "I shouldn't have said that. You're right, Sean. I shouldn't have insulted either of you that way. I'm not comfortable with it, and I'm obviously the odd man out on that, but that doesn't give me the right to criticize either of you for it. I'll just leave you to it. You'll both be happier without me holding you back."

"Do you really believe that?" Sean asked in quieter voice. His heart was as torn as Viggo's at the sudden rift between the three of them, but it had laid bare what were obviously deeply felt fears. If Sean had learned anything in the past months, it was that fears had to be confronted, or they would consume you from the inside out. "If you really can't accept what you saw, that's one thing, but don't try to tell yourself it's because we want you to leave. If you go, it will be your choice, not ours."

"Of course I don't want to go!" Orlando exclaimed. "I love you, but...." He paused, not quite sure how to put his feelings into words. "Don't you see? You knew I couldn't be here for what you wanted today. I heard you. You need things I can't give you, and it's not fair to either of you. How long will it be before you start resenting me? Or before you start finding excuses to do things without me because I can't hurt you the way you need or take pain the way Viggo can?"

"Yes, there are things I can give Viggo you can't," Sean agreed. "There are things you can give him that I can't, too. Don't you think I've known that from the beginning? We wouldn't have had to seduce him together if either of us alone was everything he wants. And not to give him a swelled head, Viggo's not everything I need, either." For the first time since the argument began, Sean looked uncomfortable – anger was easier for him to express than tenderness. "I don't want you to go, Orlando. I – love you, too, even when you make me mad enough to chew nails."

"When you're both done disposing of me as if I wasn't here, do I get a say in any of this?" Viggo interrupted, feeling as if a warg had been lifted from his chest now that they weren't screaming at each other. The threat of losing either of them was a physical pain in his gut, worse than anything Sean's penetration had made him feel, and he realized he'd do anything to keep them from breaking apart. "I love you both, and I don't want to lose either of you. The two of you coming into my life is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm not letting either of you go without fighting for you – for us."

"I guess I ... overreacted," Orlando said slowly, looking back and forth between the two men. He hesitated for a moment before looking back at Sean. "You really need something only I can give you?"

Shrugging uncomfortably, Sean rubbed his hand through his hair, wishing for the hundredth time that he had Viggo's way with words. "Do you have any idea how it feels to know that someone like you – young, bloody gorgeous – wants an old man like me or Vig?" Ignoring his lover's relieved admonition to speak for himself, Sean continued, "Vig and I, we're a lot alike, but you have so much energy, so much excitement – no matter how worn out I am at the end of filming, I just have to look at you, to know that I have you and Viggo to love when we get home, wherever that winds up being, and I know I'm the luckiest bastard on earth."

"I think I'm the lucky one," Orlando disagreed. "I know I overreacted, but it did something to me to see you together, to see you sharing something I couldn't be a part of. And to know that you'd already made that decision for me made it even worse. I want so much to be with you both, to be what you need, and I wasn't today, even before I acted like such a little shit."

"But I knew you wouldn't be comfortable with it, 'Lan," Viggo said, though he still felt guilty even as he tried to explain. "The last thing I wanted to do was make you feel like you had to go along with something you don't enjoy, just because I wanted it."

Orlando nodded. He did understand, but.... "Isn't that my choice to make, though? I know I'm just a kid, but I can make up my own mind. I don't need protecting. It makes me feel like, well, like I did earlier, like I don't belong here."

"I'm sorry, Orlando," Viggo said, taking the younger man's hand, and, when it wasn't pulled away, drawing him into a full-body embrace. "You're right, I shouldn't assume I know how you're going to react. From now on I'll try to be more honest about what I want, and let you make up your own mind whether you want to join in." He bent his head to kiss the younger man gently, offering silent thanks that he hadn't just thrown this away. "Just know how much I love you, and whether you decide to share in some of the rougher stuff or not will never change that."

"What he said," Sean murmured, moving behind Orlando to wrap him in his arms, cocooning him between the two of them. "You belong right here, with both of us – don't ever let us make you feel otherwise."

Orlando leaned back against Sean, curling his fingers tightly around Viggo's hand. "I'm sorry I brought Robert up or implied that you were anything like him," he apologized softly. "I don't mean to be a snotty-nosed brat. It just seems to happen sometimes. Usually at the worst possible times. My mum despaired of breaking me of the habit; her punishments never quite seemed to do the trick."

Not knowing whether to smack Orlando or kiss him in relief, Sean did both, pressing his lips to the close-shorn hair behind Orlando's ear and at the same time giving him a playful whack on his arse. "Maybe I should have a go at it, then."

"You think you can outdo my mum?" Orlando asked laughingly, leaning into the kiss and wriggling his bum at Sean. "Give it your best shot, old man."

"Be careful what you ask for, brat," Sean countered, catching the younger man's hips and holding them still – even that teasing enticement was starting to reawaken his arousal. "You just got through telling us to let you make your own choices."

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Orlando retorted. The argument had cleared the air, restoring his usual cockiness and giving him the confidence to ask, however obliquely, for something that had been playing around the edges of his mind for some time now. "I have a safe word if I need it," he added more seriously, wanting Sean to understand that he had thought about this, much as Viggo had thought about the fisting.

There was no chance he'd need to use it, but just the thought of how he might 'punish' Orlando sent the blood surging back to stiffen Sean's cock. "Right," he said shortly, his voice hardening into his dom intonation. "Strip, then, and present yourself for your punishment."

Sean hadn't given him any instructions, but Viggo moved up to the head of the bed, out of the way but able to see everything that was about to happen. He didn't think Orlando had done anything that deserved punishment – he'd certainly had provocation for his initial reaction – but it was obvious that the idea had Orlando excited, if the healthy erection he was sporting was any indicator. Given what he'd asked Sean for himself, Viggo was hardly in a position to protest anything Orlando wanted. Leaning against the headboard, he shifted onto a hip to ease the pressure on his still-sensitive rear and settled in to see what Sean had in mind.

Breathing a sigh of mingled relief and desire, Orlando dropped his track pants and swim trunks to the floor, toeing off his shoes and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Taking a deep breath to settle himself, he turned back to Sean, doing his best to present a meek face. "How do you want me, Sir?"

The little brat knew exactly what kind of images that question set loose in his head, Sean was sure. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he spread his legs and patted his knees. "Right here, face down. Maybe a good spanking will teach you not to be so mouthy."

Cock jumping in anticipation, Orlando tried to figure out how to position himself as Sean had indicated without looking like a complete fool in the process. Eventually, he gave up and knelt on the floor next to Sean's feet, leaning forward across the older Brit's knees, arse sticking up in the air rather awkwardly. He might have felt self-conscious were it not for the appreciative hand that ran down his back and across his bare butt.

"Such a pretty little arse," Sean commented, allowing himself a last caress of the smooth flesh. Then, resting his left hand between Orlando's shoulder-blades to stabilize him, he brought his right down in a firm smack that left a rosy imprint on one cheek. "And all mine."

The thwack made Viggo's cock jump and his ass clenched instinctively, imagining the blow on his own tender skin. Sean had given them both a whack or two on occasion, but they'd never really played at spanking before. Judging by the expression on Orlando's upside-down face, though, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Orlando couldn't decide which gave him more pleasure: Sean's hand on his arse or the possessive tone of the deep voice. He'd felt the blow, but it hadn't been enough to really hurt, just to warm his skin nicely. He wriggled a little, asking for more....

That wriggle was the tacit acceptance Sean had been waiting for. Splaying his hand wider over Orlando's back, he laid a series of blows over his buttocks in quick succession, until the skin ripened to a uniform pink glow. Sean could feel the warmth emanating from the Elf's backside when he paused to see how Orlando was doing.

None of the strikes had been hard enough to hurt, but the combination had left Orlando's skin tingling and a warm glow suffusing his lower body. Sean hadn't told him to be quiet, so he moaned a little, letting his lover know how good it felt. Feeling the tingle start to fade a little, he pushed his arse up as best he could in his awkward position, asking for more. He wasn't sure Sean would go along with it, but he figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

Surprisingly, Viggo found his own arousal growing as he watched Sean's palm redden Orlando's cheeks. Realizing he was anticipating the feel of that contact on his own ass, he was almost relieved when he heard Orlando's moan. He was sure that would make Sean stop, and maybe he could convince their lover he deserved the same punishment. When the blond drew his arm back again and landed another blow, Viggo was surprised into protest. "Sean, isn't that enough?"

Viggo had been so quiet that Sean had nearly forgotten he was there, but the objection made him twist his head to stare at the older man for his transgression. "I don't recall asking for your opinion," he snapped, his hand descending again without breaking eye contact with Viggo. "Or giving you permission to speak." When Viggo's head dropped in silent apology, Sean turned back to Orlando, pausing for a moment to check that he wasn't in any distress. "That first bit was for spying on us," he informed Orlando, hitching him a bit higher over his lap so he could angle the next blows over the unmarked bottom of his cheeks. "And these are for talking back to your dom, and insulting Viggo." He laid another half-dozen smacks over this new stretch of skin, winning a series of low moans each time his palm connected.

Orlando bit his lip to keep from begging for more. He didn't want to give Sean a reason to stop, since he imagined that would be the retribution of choice if he spoke out of turn that way. He arched his back, pressing his buttocks into Sean's hand, hoping to convey his approval of the proceedings.

"Like that, do you?" Sean rumbled. He'd been careful not to strike too roughly, not wanting to risk damaging their fragile rapprochement, but Orlando had borne the spanking like a trooper – he deserved some reward. "Vig," he called, running a gentle palm over the reddened flesh and smiling when Orlando shivered beneath him, "find the lube and bring it here."

It took Viggo a moment to find the bottle Sean had discarded at the moment of his penetration – it had fallen to the floor and he had to climb off the bed to retrieve it. He moved to Sean's side and settled onto his knees, holding out the seriously depleted container. "Here, Sir."

"Isn't he beautiful this way, Vig?" Sean observed, dragging a finger from the dip at the base of Orlando's spine and just skimming the crease between his cheeks. Orlando trembled again and Sean reached for the lube, catching Viggo's eyes before he could lower them. "Stay there and watch – and think about what punishment you deserve for disobedience."

Swallowing down his response, Viggo watched Sean squeeze the remaining lube down the cleft of Orlando's ass, watched Orlando flinch as the cool liquid hit his skin and relax when Sean smoothed it into the shadowed declivity with tender fingers. His cock ached to skim that same slick channel, to find forgiveness in Orlando's body, but he knew he'd have to wait to win that right again.

Whatever Orlando might have said in response to Sean's question or about Viggo's eventual disciplining, the words flew out of his head when Sean's fingers began to probe his clenching hole. He pushed up against the invading finger, wishing he had better purchase so he could move more, but he wasn't about to suggest a change of position now. He didn't want anything to interrupt what Sean was doing!

"You did fine, lad," Sean admitted, circling the puckered opening with slickened fingers before letting just one tip breach the tight muscle. "I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to keep quiet, but you did it." Easing the finger in deeper, he found the bump of nerves in the velvet channel and caressed it, pleasure to offset the pain. Orlando arched up into the touch, driving his finger into firmer contact, and then he stiffened and clenched around Sean, crying out as he climaxed.

Under any other circumstances, Orlando would have been embarrassed to come like a green kid at the first touch to his prostate, but after everything that had happened since he got home – watching Viggo and Sean together, the fight, and the spanking – he was so on edge that it didn't take any more than that to push him over the edge. He peaked hard, his cock spewing cream over Sean's thighs as he collapsed bonelessly across the blond's lap, his breath sawing in and out, only Sean's grip on him keeping him from sliding to the floor.

Viggo had to close his eyes to keep from moving closer, to stop himself from reaching out and joining Sean's hand in soothing over Orlando's back. This must have been what Orlando felt like, watching him and Sean together, he realized – this hollow emptiness at being excluded from their touch. He was so focused on bringing his own longing under control that Sean's voice startled him when it spoke.

"Well, Vig, have you decided what punishment you've earned?"

*****

THE END

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