Make Your Own Orlando

Make Your Own Orlando

Posted: August 18, 2006
Title: Make Your Own Orlando
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Warnings: wanking, genital shaving, toys.
Author's Notes: You know what? I talk too much. This was originally going to be a drabble for vamprino for guessing an answer on a meme. Um, it grew. Damn cute fuzzy plot bunnies...

Summary: There's a reason why Orlando brings his phone everywhere.

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Premieres. Orlando fucking hated them, especially ones where he had to smile pretty and look interested in Kate. At least the focus was off of him tonight.

While the reporters peppered her with questions, Orlando felt a small vibration against his thigh. Delighted, he excused himself and quickly made his way to the loo, recognizing the number on the caller ID display.

After checking around and finding the single bathroom free of both crazed fans and nosy paps, he locked the door behind him. Still, he couldn't take a chance of the conversation being overhead.

He flipped open his phone and whispered, "It's clear."

Viggo's smoky, lust-soaked voice replied, "I'm playing with my new toy now...imagining that it's you, thrusting inside of me..."

Orli bit his lip, even as his mind faded back to a particular day in New Zealand. He and the hobbits had conspired to buy the most tasteless gifts they could for Viggo's bday. Orli had presented Viggo with a "Make Your Own Dildo Kit", easily outshining the French ticklers and the elephant G-strings that the Hobbits has scrounged up. Viggo grinned like a madman, taking everything in good humor.

Orlando's reward was one Elijah's extra huge mystery drinks, which somehow wound up turning into several mystery drinks. He became so monged that he spent the night on the couch, and what happened afterward had turned into what Viggo called "his real birthday present."

It's been six years since that day, and they've had their ups and downs, but they’re still together. Orlando moved most of his stuff into Viggo's house, keeping his West Hollywood "love nest" up for appearances sake.

The only problem with living with Viggo was that Orlando's things tended to get sucked into the general household mess. One day, he couldn't find a fresh t-shirt, and so he started rummaging around in Vig's usual piles of God-knows-what. After a bit of excavation, he spotted a familiar box.

"You packrat!" he exclaimed as he held up the kit. "Don't you throw anything out?"

"Not when I can think of a good use for it," Viggo replied with a wicked gleam in his eye, lowering his gaze to peer at Orli's crotch.

"Huh?" Orlando said before realization dawned on him. "Oh, fuck no!"

He tried to scarper out of the room, but Viggo rugby tackled him and pinned him to the ground. He ruthlessly assaulted all of Orlando's ticklish spots, rubbing his stubble and blowing raspberries on them until Orlando gave in.

It was Viggo's idea to shave Orlando first before they cast the mould. Orli shivered, remembering how his skin tingled as Viggo dragged the razor ever so slowly around the base of his cock. He was throbbing after the last of the cream was rinsed off, but when Viggo pushed two lubed fingers into his arse, he almost came right there and then.

"Have to keep you hard," Viggo purred, running his fingers over Orlando's prostate before he slid the tube full of gel over Orli's shaft.

The next minute was sheer torture as Viggo ran his long tongue around Orlando's nipples. His fingers simultaneously pumped in and out at a languid pace, going just slow enough to keep Orlando on the edge.

The worst thing was trying to hold still. Colorful threats spilled from Orlando's lips when Viggo nibbled or brushed across a sensitive spot. Time seemed to stretch on forever before Viggo told Orlando that the mould was set. Once the tube was removed, Orlando didn't waste any time before he pounced.

He wound up forgetting about running his errands that afternoon. He also wound up with a love bite on his hip, but he didn't really mind.

His cock strained against his trousers as he remembered shagging Viggo up against every surface in the house, and the passionate groans coming from his mobile did nothing to quell his arousal. Knowing that he had no other choice, Orlando unzipped his fly and pulled out his aching erection.

"Keep talking," he said in as steady a voice as possible. Part of him wanted to kick Viggo's arse up and down the street. Orlando was quite the screamer during sex, and keeping quiet was not going to be easy.

He heard another gasp before Viggo continued. "You've got me bent over a table, Orlando...and your cock is so hot. You're fucking me hard, baby; so hard that I know I'm going to feel it for days."

Orlando whimpered, easily picturing Viggo underneath him, sweat glistening on his back as he thrust into his tightness, the air heavy with the smell of arousal. His hand moved faster, and he could tell from the harsh pants on the other end that Viggo was close.

"You're balls deep inside of me every time, hitting my sweet spot whenever you plunge in...I can feel your bald skin rubbing against my ass, driving me crazy...you're close, too, and your hand is on my cock now, jerking me off...fuck, gonna come... oh God, Orlando!"

Loud cries filled Orlando's ears and he just lost it. White light flooded his vision as he orgasmed, and he somehow managed to keep himself quiet, letting just a few grunts escape his lips.

His head was still spinning when Viggo chuckled, "Enjoy the rest of the premiere."
The mobile then went silent.

"Wanker," Orlando whispered affectionately. He giggled when he saw that most of his release had hit the wall, spattering across the tiles.

People were going to be looking for him soon, so he wiped everything down as fast as possible, doing one final check to make sure that he was tucked in before he opened the door.

He was already planning his revenge on Viggo when he rejoined the party. After all, the kit had enough material to make two dildos.

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THE END

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