Gossip - Paris

Gossip - Paris

Posted: May 11, 2007
Title: Gossip - Paris
Author: Ariel Tachna and namárië120
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: threesome
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened. All lies. Just a figment of our imagination run wild. We *really* have no clue what goes on in these men's lives. No harm intended.
Beta: Sileya the sultry
Author’s Note: Written for Willowwing’s birthday with much love

Summary: The boys get together for a birthday celebration.

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Orlando buzzed into the building on la rue Saint-Saens and climbed the narrow, circular stairs, eschewing the elevator that Chris said worked only on the best of days. The polished wood was worn smooth under his hand as he walked up to the fourth floor. Chris had promised to leave the spare key under the doormat. Orlando lifted the woven rug and found the heavy key. It took him a minute, through the jet lag, to figure out how to open the door with the decorative knobs but no handle. Finally, he turned the key an extra time and the latch released along with the lock.

Replacing the key and letting himself inside, Orlando looked around the small flat. As Chris had said, it was a bachelor’s pad, with only minimal space devoted to the kitchen and bathroom. He sighed. They wouldn’t be cuddling in the bathtub together on this trip. The living room was comfortable, though, with a deep leather sofa and two chairs, each certainly big enough for two. And the bed was king-sized, a necessity for Chris, tall as he was, or for Orlando to spend the week in the arms of his lovers. Viggo was supposed to fly in later that night, and Sean was arriving on the Eurostar in the morning. Then they would have a week of unfettered time to spend as they pleased.

Orlando planned on spending a good part of it in bed, but he also hoped they would have time for some other things. Johnny had recommended a day trip to Beaune, to the Bouchard Père et Fils winery. Orlando was sure Viggo would want to spend at least some time in the museums. Paris and Nantes were playing on Friday, and Orlando had managed to get tickets. It wasn’t the Blades, but he was pretty sure Sean would be interested. If the weather was good, he hoped to talk his lovers into taking the train down to Versailles. It was a little late in the year for flowers, but even so, Orlando was sure Sean would enjoy exploring the grounds, and maybe they could find a secluded area where they could have some privacy… Yes, he had plans for the week. Now Sean and Viggo just had to get here so they could get busy.

Since he knew he could not make Viggo’s flight arrive earlier, Orlando decided to crash for a few hours first. It wasn’t the best way to deal with jet lag, but he also knew he wouldn’t want to sleep after Viggo arrived, not when they hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Getting reacquainted with Viggo meant being awake then, so he would sleep now and deal with the time difference later.

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Viggo stretched his neck, canting his head from side to side until he heard vertebrae cracking. L.A. to Paris was a damn long trip, even with a layover in New York, barely long enough to stretch his legs before boarding another jet for the night flight across the Atlantic. He never slept well on planes, so he had tried to make the time pass faster by scribbling thoughts in his journal and imagining the days – and nights – to come.

The taxi pulled up in front of a creamy stone building with wavy glass windows and an Empire roof. Dropping a handful of euros into the driver’s palm, Viggo shouldered his duffel bag and climbed the narrow staircase to the top floor. He took the opportunity to stretch again before bending to feel under the doormat for the key. He might have knocked, but knowing his lover he suspected he’d find him already sprawled in bed. Preferably naked, Viggo mused, his cock already thickening in anticipation.

Stepping into the sunny living area, Viggo bit back a laugh. Orlando was sprawled on his back on a soft leather sofa, one arm tucked behind his head, the other brushing the floor. Quiet snores and snuffles of breath attested to how soundly he was sleeping. Setting his bag in a corner, the artist shut the door and stood quietly looking down at his lover. Orlando was growing his hair out again, the dark locks curling as they always did when they got longer, brushing against his jaw. Impossibly thick lashes fluttered against sculpted cheekbones; slender lips parted slightly with each puffed exhalation. Resisting the urge to kneel down and cover those lips with his own, Viggo brushed a feather-light fingertip over their curves before turning back to his canvas bag. Pulling out his notebook, he settled into one of the room’s overstuffed chairs and started to sketch his slumbering lover.

A distant church tower had just chimed two, and Viggo was debating the rival merits of waking Orlando or searching the kitchen for food, trying to decide which hunger was more urgent, when the rattle of a doorknob drew his eyes to the apartment entry. Before he could rise from his chair, the door opened and a well-known, if unexpected, blond presence filled the archway.

“Sean!” he exclaimed softly, a wide smile creasing his face, “we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow!” He set his sketchpad aside and started to rise, but Sean was across the room and pushing him back into his chair almost before he had finished speaking. Warm lips closed demandingly over his, and he gave up words in favor of a more elemental form of communication. The blond’s tongue invaded Viggo’s mouth, re-staking his claim to territory his lover ceded willingly. Sean tasted of champagne and cigarettes and Viggo’s hunger grew as they kissed until he pulled the Brit down onto his lap.

“First class coach on the Eurostar, hmmn?” he murmured between gentler kisses.

“Managed to get away a little sooner than I’d planned,” Sean admitted, spreading his knees to frame Viggo’s lean thighs and slide closer, until he could feel the ridge of his lover’s arousal pressing against his own. He hummed appreciatively, curling a hand into the hair at Viggo’s temple as a quiet snore drew his attention to the occupant of the sofa. “You can’t have worn the Elf out yet, he still has all his clothes on.”

“I found him that way,” Viggo chuckled. “I’ve been here almost two hours, and I don’t think he’s moved. I was just debating whether I wanted food or him more.”

Sean rocked his groin against Viggo’s. “Him,” he declared firmly. “Definitely him.”

Viggo laughed again, louder this time. “Then let’s wake him up and take him to bed.”

“Thought you went to bed to sleep,” Orlando mumbled groggily, the sound of their voices having roused him.

“Not with you in it,” Sean teased in reply, levering himself up from Viggo’s lap and taking the artist’s hand as he crossed to the couch. Orlando pushed himself up to sitting to make room for his lovers.

“You’re early,” he commented redundantly to Sean.

“I finished up in London early and couldn’t wait an extra day to be with you two.” He pulled Orlando to him and kissed him deeply, the kiss he’d already shared with Viggo rousing his passions.

Orlando let Sean bear him back against Viggo, the older man’s arms coming around to encircle them both. “We really would be more comfortable in bed,” he husked against Orlando’s ear, his breath ruffling the curls.

The other two men smiled, breaking their kiss. “Let’s go then.”

"Lead the way," Sean suggested, poking the younger Brit in the ribs. "I just got here, haven't even made it past you two yet." At the same time his left hand was nudging Orlando's ribs, his right was burrowing under the younger man's t-shirt, unerringly fastening around a sleep-warm nipple.

Orlando groaned in pleasure. “Keep that up and I won’t be able to think, much less walk,” he hissed, his chest arching eagerly into a hand that was not his own. It had been too long since he had been with his lovers, and his body cried out for their touch.

"There's a simple solution to that," Viggo grinned, winking at Sean and rising to his feet. Without warning he slid his arms under Orlando's hips and lifted him into the air, exhaling as he slung the slender body over his shoulder. Orlando shrieked in surprise and clutched at Viggo's waist, causing the artist to stagger. "Keep that up and we'll both end up on the floor," he cautioned, swatting the buttocks that were conveniently at eye-level in this position. "Now, which way's the bedroom?"

Orlando almost squirmed under the provocative swat, but he didn’t want to land in a heap on the floor. “At the end of the hall,” he said, pointing in the right direction, though he wasn’t sure Viggo could see him. Sean could, though, and led the way, opening the door on the high-ceilinged bedroom, the shutters on the floor to ceiling windows thrown wide to let in the late autumn sun. The bed was simple but huge, covered with a plain, navy blue duvet that the older Brit tossed aside. “Bed,” he declared simply.

"Thank God," Viggo muttered under his breath, dropping Orlando on the bolster with enough force to make him bounce. "I love you, angel, but I'd much rather look at that ass from a horizontal position."

"And without anything covering it up," Sean added, already working at the buttons of his own jeans.

Orlando pulled off the loose track pants he wore with alacrity. “I do hope you’ll do more than just look,” he said coyly, flipping onto his stomach and giving both his lovers a view of his well-toned backside.

Having gotten a head-start on his own clothes while Viggo had his hands full of Elf, Sean was naked and next to Orlando on the bed while the artist was still working at his belt. "Oh, I think that's a given," Sean purred, cupping a handful of the arse in question. His other hand wove into Orlando's dark hair, turning his head to make it easier to claim his lips.

Kicking away his jeans impatiently, Viggo knelt on the bed, the artist in him admiring the contrast of dark and light, smooth and hirsute, slender and virile entwined before him. He stroked himself lazily as he watched his lovers kiss, one of Orlando's arms reaching back to pull Sean closer, Sean's fingers following up and down the creases and curves of Orlando's buttocks.

Aware to his marrow of both men’s positions, Orlando snaked out his other hand and caught Viggo’s arm, pulling him closer, into the kiss he shared with Sean. They had been apart far too long for him to wait to feel only one against him again.

Not at all reluctant to join in, Viggo moved nearer, his cock pressed against Orlando's back as he joined his lips to his lovers, his tongue slipping from one mouth to another in a dance the three of them had long since perfected.

Rolling to one side, Orlando tugged hard on the older man’s hand, sending him tumbling between the two Brits. “Now we’ve got you just where we want you,” he growled teasingly, his hands roving over Viggo’s bare flesh.

Viggo's mouth opening against his reminded Sean of the reason they were all here. Not that he'd ever pass up a chance to be with Orlando, but it was Viggo's birthday they had all juggled their schedules to celebrate, after all. He’d just managed to work a little space between himself and Orlando when the younger man rolled on his back. Using his free hand as leverage, he pulled Viggo forward, landing him squarely between the two of them. "Here at our mercy," he added in his roughest growl, pinning Viggo's shoulders to the mattress when he would have moved. Lowering his head he nuzzled Viggo's ear, his stubble brushing over Viggo's cheek as he added, "Do you yield to us?"

“And if I don’t?” Viggo asked as he sank to the bed. He had no real intention of fighting them – who in his right mind would resist being ravished by these two gorgeous men? – but part of the fun was in their teasing.

"I'm sure we could find some way to convince you to submit," Sean purred, glancing at the brass headboard. "Between us we must have enough ties, or belts, or something we could use to restrain you, if that's the way you want to play this." He wedged his hip over Viggo's, holding the lean body down more securely and rubbing his cock against his lover's flank in the process.

“Is that what you want?” Orlando reiterated. “Do I need to get my belt?”

Viggo's cock jumped at the promise implicit in both his lovers’ tones. They'd played games like this before, to their mutual pleasure, but right now he didn't think he could give up the freedom to touch either of them freely. He needed them too much to give up that contact. "I'll be good," he promised huskily. "Tell me what you want."

Orlando grinned. “Your complete and total cooperation, of course,” he replied, running his hand down Viggo’s chest. He paused to tweak one taut nipple then the other before sliding his fingers lower to encircle the already straining cock.

"Mmmnnn... you've got it," Viggo hummed as Sean's large hand slid behind his back, arching his chest upward to make it easier for his mouth to engulf a rigid nipple. He ran one of his on hands down the blond's strong back, encouraging the assault.

Sean suckled until the nub was swollen, pulling his head away with a wicked gleam in his eye. "I'd still like to see what ye could do with yer belt," he chuckled, knowing Viggo would be as aroused by his thickened accent as by the words.

“All kinds of wicked things,” Orlando teased. “We’re here for a week. We have time to tie Viggo up and leave him totally at our mercy,” he promised Sean. “For now, though, he’s being too good. We should shake him up a little.” He lowered his head to the nipple Sean had not yet tormented, nibbling insistently.

Unable to hold back a moan of pleasure as two mouths consumed him, Viggo's hands reached for his lovers' hips, urging them closer. He had a feeling this would all be over too quickly, but he needed the connection, the grounding, that only these two could give him too much to hold back. There would be time for slow and leisurely lovemaking later. Right now he needed both his lovers.

Orlando would have liked to draw things out between them, to welcome his lovers to Paris with the tender loving they deserved, but it had been too long for all of them, too long since they had been together, since they had known the touch of a lover’s hand. Rolling to the side, he snagged the lube from the table by the bed where he’d put it before going to rest on the couch. Coating his fingers, he handed the tube to Sean. “Heads or tails?” he asked the other Brit.

"Heads," Sean decided, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss from Orlando before moving aside to give the younger man better access to their lover's body. "I've been daydreaming about that talented mouth since I left London this morning." Moving forward on the bed, he bent forward to plunder Viggo's lips, angling his head so he could continue to enjoy a view of Orlando's ministrations.

Rolling Viggo to one side, Orlando steadied him with one hand while the other delved into the crease between the firm cheeks. “Let me in, lover,” he directed, urging Viggo’s top leg forward.

Sean's mouth swallowed Viggo's reply, but he moved his leg willingly, bending his knee to open himself completely to Orlando's touch. He threaded shaky fingers into Sean's short hair, holding onto him like a lifeline as Orlando's fingers entered him, preparing him.

Sean took advantage of Orlando rolling Viggo over to move to his other side, his fingers finding all the sensitive spots on his lover's torso, teasing at the light coat of hair, following as it arrowed downward to the thicker patch surrounding his hard cock. He wasn't sure if Viggo's hiss of breath was because of his touch or Orlando's, but it didn't really matter, not when they were both giving him pleasure.

Orlando kissed the nape of Viggo’s neck as he worked a slick finger into Viggo’s body, his dry hand reaching around to fondle Sean’s cock.

Groaning as Orlando's fingers closed around him, Sean canted his hips forward so that he trapped the tantalizing appendages between his body and Viggo's. Scrabbling around the sheets until he found the abandoned tube of lube, he squeezed it one-handed into his palm, working it between them to take Viggo's cock in hand.

Viggo rocked forward into Sean's grip, rubbing against Orlando's fingers in front and back. "Good," he managed to gasp when Sean allowed him to breathe, "so good..."

“That is the point,” Orlando quipped, his breath brushing Viggo’s ear. “Are you ready for more?” As he spoke, a second finger bumped against the artist’s entrance.

"Ready for you now," Viggo husked, snaking an arm around Sean's waist to urge more of the tantalizing friction of his hand and cock. "Both of you, now."

"Ye've got me, love," Sean promised, bending his knee and matching his leg to Viggo's, bringing them even closer together. His hand nudged against Orlando's, spreading to take both Viggo's cock and his own in his slick clasp, a low moan escaping as the sensitive skin slid against his lovers'.

Orlando let Sean’s hand guide his for a few strokes before slipping it from between them to steady Viggo’s hip. Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked himself quickly, spreading the slippery gel. Then he lined himself up eagerly, pressing carefully against the tight pucker.

Viggo cried out wordlessly as Orlando entered him, pressing him more firmly into Sean's grip. He felt surrounded, cocooned in love, sheltered from all the demands and sacrifices the world they lived in required of them. Here there were no roles, no masks; nothing he needed to hide, nothing he couldn't ask for. "More," he panted, "want to feel all of you, both of you..."

Sean's lips found whatever skin he could reach, tasting in little nips as his hand moved faster, knowing once Orlando began moving none of them would last long. He stretched his free hand to reach for Orlando, skimming over the sweaty skin of his side, clinging to a hollow of his hip, joining the three of them together.

Orlando ’s hips thrust forward, urged on by Viggo’s moans and Sean’s gentle caress. He struggled to maintain some semblance of control, not wanting to embarrass himself by going off like some randy teenager, but the tight clench of Viggo’s body, the shameless moans escaping from his lovers’ mouths, did nothing to help.

Caught between his lovers' two hard bodies and his own spiraling emotions, Viggo rocked wantonly, beyond caring for anything but the hot slide of their skin against his, the feel of his lovers moving with him, around him, inside him. "Close," he moaned, "don't stop, don't ever stop..."

"Come for us," Sean urged, his own voice as harsh as Viggo's as he pumped them together, his own climax dancing just out of his reach. "Let go, love, let us catch you, let us love you."

“Let us feel you,” Orlando echoed, his own climax building low and tight in his belly. His grip increased as his thrusts gained speed, the head of his cock prodding deliberately at Viggo’s prostate. “Now.”

White heat flared through Viggo's body, flooding his limbs with warmth as his orgasm shook him, pulsing over Sean's hand and slicking the skin where their bodies met. A moment later, Sean cried his name and added his release to the wetness between them, shuddering as he continued to spread the creamy fluid through their spasming aftershocks.

The tight clench of Viggo’s muscles around his cock drew Orlando’s climax from him as well coating Viggo’s insides. He collapsed against his lover’s back, panting hard, the sound echoed by the other two men. “Love you,” he mumbled breathlessly.

"Love you," Sean echoed, leaning against Viggo's chest as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't have words for more than that, but he'd learned that he didn't need fancy speeches. Viggo knew - they both knew - how much they meant to him.

No sweeter words existed in the English language. Viggo had learned that long ago, but to hear them now, from the two men he loved, only added to the perfection of the moment. Sighing deeply, he added his own declaration before a huge yawn took him.

“Sleep,” Sean ordered both men. “Time enough to see Paris tomorrow.”

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THE END

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