Troy Boy
Part 6
Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Troy Boy
Author: Lostiawen
Summary: Viggo decides to take action.
***
Viggo was troubled after he finished tucking Orlando in. "I've never seen him get this drunk before. He usually knows when to stop," he said to Eric.
Eric hesitated for a few moments before he replied, "I think that when he realized he was in love with Sean, it sent him over the edge."
Viggo blinked in disbelief. Orlando had never expressed any feelings of that sort before. "In love?"
"Yeah. It's a bit of a long story."
"I'm not going anywhere," Viggo replied. Still, he pulled up a chair by the side of the bed.
Eric waited until Viggo settled comfortably before he continued. "Sean got called at the last minute for the night shoot."
"Oh shit," Viggo said. With the tension between Sean and Orlando, that was not a good thing at all.
"You could say that again. Sean was a complete bastard, and he got Orlando so tied up in knots that I invited him up to my room for a nightcap. He drank more than usual and went on one of his long Orli rambles."
"And that's when he told you that he loved Sean?"
"Yeah, he started babbling and accidentally blurted out how he really felt about Sean. Then he attacked the rum with enough gusto to put a pirate to shame."
Viggo detected the guilty note in Eric's voice. "It's not your fault that you couldn't stop him. Once Orli's determined to do something, you know that he'll barrel ahead without caring about the consequences."
"I know...but I still feel responsible." Eric glanced towards the bed because Orlando started thrashing around and muttering something under his breath. "Is he going to be okay?"
"I think so. I can take over from here," Viggo said before he clapped Eric on the shoulder. "Thanks for calling me."
"I worry about the little git," Eric replied. "He wears his heart on his sleeve so much -- it's just too easy for him to get hurt."
Viggo stroked Orlando's smooth cheek. "It is. But his openness is why I fell in love with him in the first
place."
"It is endearing, isn't it?" Eric's tone grew serious and he said, "Do you need me to go kick Sean's arse up and down the hallway? I'll gladly do it."
Viggo rubbed the back of his neck. He usually tried to stay neutral, just to avoid complicating matters, but things had boiled over now. He couldn't just sit on his hands and let their complex relationship fall apart. "No. Thanks for the offer, but I need to handle this myself."
Eric opened his mouth to protest but after scanning Viggo's face, he relented. "All right. Good luck."
"Thanks," Viggo replied as Eric let himself out. Once he had privacy again, he glanced down at Orlando. The look of despair in Orlando's eyes earlier haunted him, and the realization that it had been caused by Sean's behavior made Viggo's temper flare. He steadied himself and took a deep breath to keep his anger in check.
When Orlando fell in love, he did it as he did most things -- diving in headlong. He always entrusted his heart to the object of his affection, which always left him extremely vulnerable. Viggo still remembered how heart-broken Orlando had been after his very first relationship had fallen apart a few months after he arrived in New Zealand. The Fellowship had worked together to help Orlando through that difficult period, which was something Orli had always been grateful for.
There was no Fellowship to see him through this time, and to make things even worse, Viggo's stay in Malta was ending tomorrow. Once he was gone, he doubted that things would improve; Eric just didn't know Sean well enough to knock some sense into him.
Sean was always cranky after a night shoot, but the difficulties with Orlando were sure to ratchet up his tension. Viggo knew from long experience that Sean was likely to be hostile and a pain in the ass to deal with. Talking to him was going to be unpleasant and it if it went badly, it could shatter their relationship, too.
That thought caused Viggo to hesitate for a moment, but he nipped those negative thoughts in the bud. True, he had technically been together with Sean longer than he had been with Orlando, but that didn't make his bond with Orli of any lesser value than what he had with Sean. He considered both to be equal, even though his time with Orlando had started out as a casual fling.
He hadn't expected to fall in love so quickly after he and Orlando began sleeping together, and he expected Sean to become jealous. To his surprise and relief, Sean didn't react badly at all. Viggo had always wondered why Sean had been so accepting, but he knew better than to inquire about the matter. Sean was willing to open up about his feelings if he felt comfortable, but if he ever felt cornered or pressed, he clammed up.
That why Viggo didn't push or question when something changed in the dynamics between Sean
and Orlando. They danced the fine line between friends and lovers, but Viggo let it be because he figured everything would work itself out over time.
They were out of time now. Orlando wouldn't want to stay around Sean. And Viggo was not about to just let Orlando slip through his fingers. He leaned down and gave Orlando one last soft kiss before he relocated to the living room in the suite. He was going to contact Sean on his cell, and he didn't want to disturb Orlando with what was likely to be a loud argument.
"This better be urgent," Sean growled when he answered. He sounded like he was going to bite Viggo's head off and shit down his neck. Right now, though, Viggo didn't give a flying fuck. This mess had to get settled one way or another.
"We need to talk. Now," Viggo replied, heedless of the dangerous tone in Sean's voice.
"Fuck off. There's nothing to discuss as far as I'm concerned. Go baby the little cunt's hand and leave me alone."
"And if you keep being so fucking bullheaded, I'm going to go back to Topanga Canyon so that I can dump all of your shit out onto the lawn. I bet the media leeches will have a field day with that one." He let a quiet menace seep into his words to demonstrate that he wasn't making an idle threat.
The silence that followed was almost deafening. Viggo set his mouth in a grim line, satisfied that he had convinced Sean that he meant business.
He needed to press his advantage while he still had it. "What's your room number?"
"324," Sean replied.
"I'll be up in a few minutes. Don't even think of leaving," Viggo said before he ended the call. He tucked the card key in his pocket and cast one last glance in the direction of the bedroom before he left.
It didn't take long before he reached Sean's suite. To say that Sean looked furious when he opened the
door was a mild understatement. Viggo didn't let that dissuade him, and he pushed past Sean, walking with long strides into the middle of the room.
Sean closed the door and growled, "Who told you to fucking stick your nose in? This is between me and Orlando."
"And whatever affects both of you affects me. Talk." Sean lapsed into an angry silence, so Viggo said, "Fine, if you don't want to talk, I'm going to assume that everything Orli did was right."
That well-aimed barb caused Sean to burst out, "Damnit, he started it by not leaving well enough alone! After I shagged him, I was kicking myself for letting my cock do my thinking for me."
Viggo crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Sean. It was as he feared -- Sean was feeling guilty.
"And you tried to fix it by pretending nothing happened?" Viggo asked.
"What else was I supposed to do? I thought he was fine with it until he got in my face with that ultimatum."
"So you told him it was over."
"Yeah, and I got narked when I found that hole in my wall. Took a bit of effort to not let him have what
for during the night shoot."
"You weren't as good as you thought you were. Orli tried to drink himself into a stupor afterward."
Shock registered on Sean's face, but he remained on the defensive. "Why in fuck would he get that upset?"
That was the last straw. He couldn't believe that Sean was being so dense. "You stupid asshole! He's tying himself up in knots because he's in love with you! Although right now, I don't know why."
Viggo's words stopped Sean cold. He opened his mouth and then closed it without saying anything, and he stared at Viggo in disbelief for several long moments. When he could bring himself to speak again, the venom had completely drained out of his voice. "He can't possibly feel that way."
"Well, he does. I know you have issues with taking your friendship a step further, but is it worth giving up everything you've shared with him? All of the little schemes you two have cooked up to get the better of me? The birthdays that we've made an effort to spend together? The two of you are so close that you're practically lovers."
Sean bit his lip and didn't reply. Viggo could see the conflict raging inside of him, and he decided to give Sean a nudge. "I've seen the way you look at him. Did you ever intend to sleep with him?"
Sean's face twisted again and he shifted as if he wanted Viggo to drop the subject. That was something Viggo had no intention of doing. "Did you?" he asked again in a quiet, but steely tone of voice.
There was a long pause as the question hung in the air. Sean replied, "Aye...back when we had our first long talk. I said that I would if we were compatible."
Viggo put his hands on his hips and glared at Sean. "Well, I'd say you're more than compatible. What the fuck is keeping you back?"
"I...shite, things are different with Orlando now. His fame, his career..."
Viggo replied, "But it hasn't changed him. And you know the drill in Hollywood. We just have to be a little more careful, but it isn't anything we haven't done before. Any other reasons why you haven't taken things further?"
Sean looked agonized. "I'm afraid it'll fall apart."
"I hate to tell you this, but it's fallen apart anyway. Listen, I know that sleeping with him will change things, but the friendship you have with him won't crumble like dust just because you've added a new dynamic. The two of you have something as special as what we had in the beginning. Remember? We were friends before we got together."
"That's just it, Viggo. I'm not sure that the same thing will happen between me and Orlando. He'll be gutted if I don't return his feelings."
"Why don't we leave that up to Orlando?" Viggo said.
Sean still looked indecisive, so Viggo closed the distance between them and held Sean in his arms. "Please don't let your fears push him away. I know that this is new territory for you, but Orlando's already given you his heart. Can't you at least try to make this work?"
Viggo stopped talking at this point, because everything was now in Sean's court. He waited for what seemed like an eternity He waited for what seemed like an eternity but there was no answer.
Viggo sighed and said, "Fine, I guess I'll be having a long talk with Eric, because he's going to be propping Orlando up from now on." His shoulders slumped in defeat and he headed towards the door.
His fingers had just touched the knob when Sean whispered, "Do you think he'll forgive me?"
Elation surged through Viggo and he charged towards Sean, flinging himself at his lover and tackling him to the ground.
Sean let out a loud whoosh when he hit the carpet. Once he regained his breath, he glared at Viggo and said, "Christ! You almost flattened my bollocks!"
Viggo didn't reply, he just grabbed Sean's face and gave him the wettest, messiest kiss he could manage. When he pulled back, Sean wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and his face scrunched up in disgust. "Ugh, you mad bastard. Why did you slobber all over me?"
Viggo grinned and licked the tip of Sean's nose, which started another round of indignant sputtering. "Because I love you. And I'm sure Orlando will welcome you with open arms once he gets over his bitch of a hangover."
Sean winced in reaction to that statement. "I feel like shite for causing him to go on a bender."
"You can make for it by helping me take care of him," Viggo replied. He tugged on Sean's sleeve, guiding him towards the door.
Sean didn't put up any resistance, and he let Viggo take the lead, following him back to Orlando's room. When they arrived, Viggo let them in as quietly as possible, and he hoped that Orlando hadn't been ill while he was gone.
He sniffed the air with caution, and relaxed when it smelled free of anything sour. A small sound from the bedroom caught his attention, and he tugged Sean inside.
Orlando was sprawled across the bed, and at such an angle that he had somehow managed to take up the entirety of the king-sized bed. He had kicked off the sheets, and his naked body was twitching, only resting for even a moment before he flung himself around.
Sean smiled with genuine affection and moved the garbage can aside before he squatted by the mattress. He ran a hand through Orlando's hair, petting the soft curls with affection. "He never could sleep comfortably alone."
"Another one of his adorable quirks," Viggo replied before he retrieved the sheet and pulled it up around Orlando's shoulders.
Orlando mumbled something that sounded like, "Get your cold nose off me, Maude," before he started flailing again. Sean dodged out of the way in time, but Viggo wasn't quite so fast, and Orlando whacked him with a resounding slap to his jaw.
Viggo yelped in surprise, but he ignored the throbbing near his chin. He needed to calm Orlando down before he did something even worse, like give him a black eye.
"It's okay, angel. Go back to sleep," he said in a low, even voice while he rubbed Orli's back. Orlando relaxed a bit, and Viggo continued to croon reassurances and nonsense phrases at him, not stopping until Orlando sunk back into a deeper slumber.
Sean said, "I don't know how you put up with that. It always narks the hell out of me."
Viggo chuckled and said, "It's cute. I just can't explain it."
"Only you would find pain to be 'cute'."
Viggo shrugged and stepped away from the bed. He needed to check his face in the mirror to see if he needed to ice his jaw. To this day, the surfboard incident embarrassed the hell out of him, and he certainly didn't want to put Joe Johnston through the same wringer.
He checked himself over and sighed in relief. He had been lucky -- Orlando hadn't struck him that
hard. He could also see the reflection of the bed, and he noticed Sean frowning in concern.
"He's looking a tad too green for my liking. How much water has he drunk?" Sean asked.
Viggo's eyebrows knitted as he tried to recall all of the details that he had gathered from Eric. "I'm not sure. He was in Eric's room, and he drank everything in sight before he started puking. Maybe a glass, two at most."
A deep frown crossed Sean's face and he ran his fingers through Orli's curls before he spoke again. "He'll need more than that if he's going to have any hope of functioning this afternoon. We've got a sodding interview to do."
"There's a spare glass in the bathroom. I can..."
"I'll fetch it," Sean interrupted. "You'll need to wake him up."
After Sean disappeared into the bathroom, Viggo stripped off his clothes and padded over to the bed. He prodded Orlando gently, trying to get Orli to move so that he could crawl in behind him. Orlando groaned
and flung around wildly, almost elbowing Viggo in the crotch.
"Easy, baby," Viggo said, reaching down to rub Orlando's back again. "You can stop trying to kick my ass, I'm here."
His caresses soon had the effect he wanted and Orlando mumbled and shifted towards the middle, dragging the sheet with him. Viggo loosened Orlando's death grip on the material before he scooted in behind Orlando's twitching body, spooning up against his back.
"Vig?" Orlando said. His eyes weren't open yet, and he sounded as if he was still drunk. He wasn't groaning out loud, though, so the worst of the nausea must have passed.
"That's right," Viggo replied, snuggling closer. "I'm here. So's Sean."
Orlando sniffled and said, "Don't want to see Sean anymore. He makes me hurt."
Unfortunately, when Orlando said those words, Sean had just come back into the room with the water. That declaration caused Sean to freeze in his tracks, and he was clearly distressed.
Viggo cursed under his breath and hoped that the alcohol was responsible for Orlando's melancholy statement. "You don't mean that, do you?" He kissed the base of Orlando's neck and said, "I thought you loved him."
Orlando let out a long sigh. "You're right...just said it because I'm a cock up. Sean hates me."
Viggo was relieved when he saw Sean's stiff pose relaxing. One down, one more to go. "He doesn't hate you. He's here and he wants to help. You can see him right now if you look."
"Can't. My eyelids won't work," Orlando mumbled.
Viggo wasn't dissuaded by the refusal. He knew that Orli would relent if he could out-stubborn him. "They will, baby. Try for me, okay?"
After a lot of cajoling, Orlando's resistance finally broke down and he opened his eyes. It wasn't a pretty sight when he did -- the whites were horribly bloodshot and it appeared that he was having a lot of trouble trying to focus on Sean.
"Must still be drunk," Orlando said in a slurred voice. "I'm seeing things -- Sean's not really here. He hates me because I'm a fuckwit."
The loathing in Orlando's words spurred Sean to action. He was at the side of the bed within seconds, stroking Orli's forehead with the lightest of touches. "I'm here, Orli. And I'm the fuckwit, not you."
Orlando clumsily pawed at Sean's arm with jerky movements. He sifted his fingers through the golden hair, tilting his head to the side as he tried to think. He stopped after a while and said, "You're real?"
"Yes I am, and I don't hate you, luv," Sean replied.
Orlando crinkled his nose as if he didn't quite believe that statement. "You don't?"
"No." Sean nudged the glass at Orlando's lips. "I'll tell you all about it if you drink this."
"You're having me on," Orlando replied. "You think I'm a wanker."
"I'm not," Sean said. He leaned down and kissed Orlando softly on the cheek. "See?"
A big, goofy smile lit up Orlando's face. "You like me?"
"I'll like you more if you drink the water," Sean replied. He grinned when Orlando reached out and grabbed the glass, draining the contents in a twinkling. "Good boy."
Viggo was impressed by this exchange, and he reached over to pat Sean's hand while he murmured out a thank you. Sean gave Viggo a brief grin before he headed back towards the bathroom and returned with another full glass of water. Orlando had wiggled out of Viggo's arms and flopped onto his back. He lolled about on the sheets, still in an obvious haze.
Sean sat down on the mattress and petted Orlando's head. "Come on, drink up."
Orlando gave Sean the biggest pout Viggo had ever seen and grumbled, "Sod off. Already had some water."
"No, you didn't," Sean replied in an even voice.
"I didn't?" Orlando said. He seemed confused as hell, and a small frown creased his forehead as he sunk deep into thought.
It took a large effort on Viggo's part to not laugh out loud. Orlando could be stubborn, but Sean was a devious bastard. He leaned back so that he could fully appreciate the show.
Sean pushed the glass at Orlando and said in a nonchalant voice, "You haven't had any water at all. You passed out before I could give you any."
"Oh," Orlando replied. He rolled onto his side clumsily and drained the glass. Sean let him rest for about ten minutes before he cajoled Orlando again, using the same trick. Once Orlando had downed another round, he just slid down and drifted off, mumbling something about daft humans the entire time.
Viggo didn't make a sound until he heard Orlando snoring. Once that happened, he broke down; laughing until tears rolled down his cheeks. "Damn, you're good."
Sean replied, "One of me mates pulled the same trick after I went on a huge bender and puked my guts out all night. I gave him shite about it later, but he kept me from getting a hangover." He gestured towards Orlando. "He'll still need a lot more water."
That made sense. Orlando would already be severely dehydrated from the huge amount of alcohol he guzzled, but his constant vomiting afterward would have exacerbated the situation. "When would be a good time to dose him again?"
"About half an hour. You should rummage through his bags and see if he has any vitamins. Adding those to the water will help."
"I'll take care of it," Viggo said. He reached over and set the alarm.
While Viggo was doing that, Sean removed his clothes and climbed into bed facing Orlando. Viggo cocked an eyebrow upward and said, "You sure you want to do that? He might still be nauseous."
"I'll deal with it. If it wasn't for my acting like a complete pillock, he wouldn't have gotten into this state in the first place." Sean snuggled up to Orlando and curled an arm around his waist. Orlando let out a contented noise in response, and his thrashing lessened by a huge degree.
Viggo decided to join them and pressed himself against Orlando's back. He also made sure to keep a tight grip on those long arms to keep himself safe from further injury.
Once Viggo and Sean had Orlando firmly sandwiched between them, a curious thing happened. Orlando's twitching stopped and he felt like he had melted into a boneless puddle. He turned onto his side and buried his face in Sean's chest, rubbing against the slightly coarse hairs before he let out a sigh of utter bliss.
That sound sent a warm glow traveling through Viggo's entire body and it appeared to have a similar effect on Sean. His green eyes were sparkling with tenderness as he reached up and interlaced his fingers with Viggo's.
They smiled at each other as they watched Orlando's peaceful face, eventually joining him in a dreamless slumber.
***
A pained groan woke Viggo up. He and Sean had taken turns getting Orlando hydrated, but he still wasn't sure what the final outcome would be.
"Ugh," Orlando grunted. "It tastes like something furry died in my mouth." He was bleary, but at least he had stopped looking like death warmed over. It also looked like he wasn't fully alert.
After a long pause, Orlando suddenly bolted upright in surprise. "Wait a minute? What the fuck is Sean doing here? Am I dreaming?"
His loud yelp of surprise woke Sean up. He gave Orlando a lazy smile before he pulled him closer and kissed the slender column of his throat.
Orlando shivered and whispered, "Okay, this is definitely a dream. It's too fucking fantastic."
Viggo began stroking Orli's back, tracing the length of his spine. "You're not. Sean and I had a talk after I tucked you in."
"And?" Orlando's eyes fluttered closed, as if he was afraid of facing Sean.
"Orli, can you look at me, please?" Sean replied.
Orlando wasn't willing to at first, but he eventually relented after some gentle persuasion from Viggo. He was trembling when he opened his eyes and gazed deep into Sean's own.
Sean ran a thumb over Orlando's cheek and said, "After Viggo walloped some sense into me, I thought that the only thing that would change was that I'd be shagging you."
"Oh," the disappointment in Orlando's voice was evident.
"Wait, I'm not done yet," Sean said. "I've been blind to what's been developing between us. When we were holding each other while you slept, I felt something else...something special. And it made up my mind. I want forever with you, Orlando."
Viggo's heart soared when Sean had finished. This went beyond anything that he had hoped for, and his happiness knew no bounds right now. He turned to look at Orlando, to see what his reaction would be.
Orlando's jaw was still hanging open, but once the shock had left him, the sparkle returned to his face in a flash. Viggo was sure that if Orli hadn't been feeling under the weather, the smile that he gave Sean in response would have lit up the whole room.
Orlando threw his arms around Sean and joined their lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. When they parted, Orlando slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a squeak of horror. "Fuck! I shouldn't have done that, I must taste awful!"
Viggo tried to keep himself from laughing. Giving Orlando a kiss on the mouth after he had been throwing up all night wasn't high on his list right now, and he was surprised that Sean didn't kick up a huge fuss.
Sean didn't seem disturbed in the least. "Nah. I think I deserved that after what I put you through." He ran his fingers over Orlando's split knuckles and said in a quiet voice filled with regret. "Next time, aim for me, yeah?"
Orlando didn't reply. He just wrapped his arms around Sean and clung to him like he never wanted to let him go. Sean pressed Orlando closer, murmuring reassurances and planting small kisses on whatever patch of skin he could reach.
The harsh sound of the alarm from the clock shattered the moment, and Orlando picked it up and tossed it across the room. "Sodding thing. Leave me alone!"
Viggo sighed and rubbed Orlando's back. "I set it because you have work today."
Orlando groaned and rested his forehead on Sean's chest. "Right. That fucking interview."
"Are you up to it?" Sean asked. "How's your head?"
Sean's inquiry caused Orlando to look at him with a puzzled expression. He looked thoughtful and then said, "Actually, not too bad. I just feel tired as shite, which is odd because I felt like I was going to die when I was bent over Eric's toilet."
Viggo replied, "Sean and I worked on you to fix that. You probably don't remember."
Orlando nibbled on his lip, as he tried to recall what happened. After a while he said, "It's a blank. The last thing I remember is puking my guts out."
"Well, after we had our talk, Sean and I worked in shifts to get you to drink a hell of a lot of water." He chuckled and said, "I haven't heard that much whining since the first time I tried to give Henry his medicine."
Orlando winced and turned to look at Sean with his best puppy dog eyes. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"
Sean replied, "You only whinged about as much as you did about your rib."
Orlando seemed happy with that answer and settled down. Two seconds later, it must have dawned on him that he had been insulted because he suddenly grabbed a pillow and whapped Sean with it. "Fuck off, you tosser!"
"Yeah, you're feeling fine," Viggo replied, snatching another pillow away from Sean before he could retaliate. They were short on time, and if he didn't get them moving, there was going to be hell to pay. "You only have half an hour. Get your asses in the shower, now. And no groping each other or you'll be late."
"Yessir, Master Chief," Orlando grumped. Despite his words, he had made no attempt to move at all. After several minutes ticked by, Sean huffed in impatience and then tumbled out of bed.
"All right, enough arsing around," he said as he grabbed Orlando. His muscles rippled as he heaved Orlando over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Orlando kicked and said, "You fucking sheep shagging wanker, let me go!" He may as well have been insulting the air, because Sean ignored him and marched straight for the shower.
As Sean carried him across the threshold of the bathroom, Orlando blew Viggo a kiss and mouthed a sincere "thank you" before the door closed behind them.
Viggo grinned from ear to ear. They were going to be okay.
***
The sound of the door opening caused Viggo to look up from his journal. He was relieved to see
Sean and Orlando entering with bright smiles on their faces.
"Everything went okay?" Viggo said.
Orlando beamed and slapped Sean on the back. He was back to his old hyperactive self, and the happiness he was exuding was infectious. "You two are amazing. After a bit of coffee, I was able to answer everything. Even the stupid questions."
"Which the reporters peppered Orli with mercilessly," Sean added. "God, if they ask you one more time how you broke your back, I'm going to scream."
Orlando gave Sean an indifferent shrug. "Don't worry about it. I kind of go on auto-pilot with that one." He suddenly winced as if he was in pain and he said, "Ugh, I think all that talking dried me out again. I've got another headache."
"Here, I can help a bit," Sean said before he reached up and pressed his fingers into Orlando's temples, massaging the area with gentle circles.
Orlando responded with a loud, sinful moan. "Oh yeah, you have exactly a million years to stop doing that."
Sean leaned closer and said, "I have a better idea. Doff your kit and come on over to the bed. That way, Viggo and I can both work on you."
Orlando didn't need to be told twice. He was out of his clothes in seconds and he scampered over to the bedroom before Viggo could even make a smart assed remark.
"Oi, I'm waiting!" Orli called out. "You can use the stuff I have in the nightstand!"
Viggo couldn't think of a better offer. He was only wearing his battered jeans, so it was a simple matter for him to shed his garments. He waited until Sean was naked before they strolled into the bedroom together, both of them letting out a small snort of laughter when they saw that Orlando was already lying face down and was waggling his butt in a comical manner. Viggo clambered onto the bed with Sean, waiting while Sean fumbled around in the nightstand and retrieved a massage bar.
"Thank God for air-conditioning. This little treat would be a proper mess without it," Sean said.
"Shut it and start spoiling me," Orlando replied into the pillow. Even so, Viggo could almost see him pouting.
"Cunt," Sean laughed, before he gave Orlando's ass a friendly pinch. Orlando squirmed, but Sean pushed
him back down and rubbed the bar over his shoulders, spreading a thin layer of herbal-scented shea butter.
"Mmm," Orlando purred as Sean started to massage him, squeezing and kneading the knots in his shoulders and neck. He let out a gusty sigh, and Viggo could see the twitchiness in Orli's movements subsiding.
Viggo straddled Orlando's ass and took the bar from Sean. He went to work on Orli's lower back, knowing that after sitting for several hours, it would be tense and achy. He had strong fingers, so he pressed hard, knowing that Orlando liked it that way.
"Fuck yeah! Just like that," Orlando moaned. The sound was so low and sinful that Viggo felt his cock stirring in response. He leaned in again, brushing his semi-hard erection along the cleft of Orlando's cheeks as his hands stroked lower, running along the outside of his hips.
Orlando whimpered and tried to push his butt upward, which made Viggo chuckle. "Looks like you've recovered from the hangover, Elf Boy."
"Let me up and I'll show you exactly how I feel," Orlando replied in a thick voice.
Viggo took the cue and rolled to the side. He noticed that Sean had released Orlando's shoulders and had scooted into a back corner, incorrectly guessing that Viggo would be the first one to receive Orlando's affections.
Viggo knew better. His suspicions were confirmed when Orlando pounced on Sean, knocking him backward.
"Shite!" Sean grunted in surprise. That grunt faded into in loud groan when Orlando slid down and swallowed his cock in one gulp. "Oh...Christ."
Viggo grinned from ear to ear and said, "Yeah, he's good at blowing you, isn't he? He can suck the chrome off a bumper with that mouth of his."
Orlando replied with a loud slurp that made his cheeks sink in an obscene fashion. Sean's eyes rolled back into his head and he bucked up, pushing his length between Orli's hungry lips.
Orlando moaned and released Sean's cock for a brief moment. He pointed at the massage bar and said, "Use it on both of us, Vig."
Viggo didn't need to be told a second time. He picked up the bar while Orlando inhaled Sean's erection again, not stopping until his nose was buried in the mat of golden pubic hair.
"Christ!" Sean exclaimed. "You just can't get enough of my cock, can you?"
Orlando murmured something as he slurped. Sean laced his fingers in the sable curls and said, "Such a bad boy...I'm going to enjoy fucking that hot little mouth."
Viggo's cock dripped when he heard the husky tones of Sean's bedroom voice. It never failed to have an effect on him, and the silky, dangerous sound of it was wrecking his concentration. His hands shook as he rubbed the bar over Orlando and Sean's bodies, but he somehow managed to finish his task.
He sat back on his haunches and groaned at the breath-taking scenario in front of him. Sean's prick rocking between Orlando's pink lips, their muscles rippling and gleaming from the oil Viggo had applied to them. He could see every flex of sinew in their hard bodies, turning them into visions of perfection.
Orlando popped Sean's dick out of his mouth, pulling back slowly so that a thread of pre-cum clung to his lower lip. Viggo clenched his fists and resisted the urge to attack Orlando. Orli was directing everything now, and he would be mad if Viggo jumped the gun.
Orlando looked at Viggo from underneath his eyelashes and said, "Sean and I need lube. Can you be a luv and take care of that?"
Viggo knew better than to argue once Orlando decided to take charge in bed. He immediately leaned over and pulled the bottle from the drawer in the nightstand.
Sean seemed puzzled. "Are we putting on a show for Viggo?" he asked.
"Not quite." Orlando's eyes turned black with lust. "I'm going to ride you, and Viggo's going to lick my arse while I'm doing it."
"Oh fuck," Sean breathed. He didn't have a chance to do much else because Orlando leaned down and devoured his mouth. Sean responded in kind, not giving any quarter while he pressed Orlando against him. Their moans filled the air, and Viggo could swear that the room had become considerably hotter.
His cock twitched and dripped as he watched Orlando and Sean grind against each other, their oiled bodies gleaming as they slid together. The muscles that Orlando had developed rippled in an attractive fashion as he writhed against Sean, and Viggo wished that he could capture the moment on film.
There was time for that later. Right now, Orlando needed him. Viggo popped the lid open on the container of lube and slicked up a finger before he pushed it into Orlando. He hissed when the velvety flesh closed around his digit. Orlando was so hot inside that Viggo could swear that he was being scorched.
Sean broke the kiss and pushed Orlando back slightly, putting some room between their bodies before he nodded in Viggo's direction. Viggo took the cue and pulled his finger out so that he could start applying the slippery gel to Sean's twitching prick.
This seemed to displease Orlando, because he whined, "You don't need to use so much. Hurry up."
"Bossy Elf," Viggo said in mock displeasure. He still finished preparing Sean as fast as he could, knowing that Orlando was aching to have Sean inside of him.
Once he was done, Orlando positioned himself and slammed down on Sean's cock, impaling himself in one stroke. He gasped out loud and arched back, calling out Sean's name as he was filled.
Sean growled and started bucking, clutching at Orlando's hips. He had only succeeded in delving in a few times before Orlando mewled and dug his fingers into Sean's arms for purchase, pushing down hard and holding them both in place.
Then Viggo saw Orlando's ass flex, which caused Sean to swear at the top of his lungs. Orlando grinned like a Cheshire cat and repeated the action, until Sean was thrashing underneath him and babbling incoherently.
Just as Sean looked like he was about to explode, Orlando relaxed and began to ride Sean, bobbing up and down at a rapid pace. Sean slammed upward and met him with equal force, placing his feet flat on the mattress so that he could pound in deeper. The bed creaked and groaned as their bodies slapped together, drowned out by a litany of curses and loud cries.
Viggo palmed his erection, running his hand up his overheated shaft. A small line of moisture had dribbled down the underside, and he scooped it up, bringing his fingers to mouth so that he could taste himself.
"Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me," Orlando mewled, rolling his hips in a provocative fashion. "So hot and hard...can't get enough of it."
At that moment, Orlando turned to look over his shoulder, and Viggo's throat went dry when he saw the untamed desire blazing in Orlando's hooded eyes.
"Do it," Orlando said in a breathy voice as his hand slid upward and grabbed one of his cheeks, pulling it open so that Viggo could see Sean's cock plunging into his hole.
Viggo couldn't resist that invitation, and he dove in, circling his tongue over the stretched pink flesh before running it over the top of Sean's pumping shaft.
"Fucking hell!" Sean groaned out before he changed the angle of his thrusts.
Orlando wailed, and his body arched back as if he were electrified. His motions grew more and more frantic as he was assaulted by duo sensations -- he ground down on Sean's cock and tried to push his ass against Viggo's tongue, babbling as it flickered across his oversensitized skin.
"Oh God..." Orlando panted. "Come for me, Sean. I want to feel your hot load filling to the brim...want to feel it dripping out of my hole while Viggo fucks me." He punctuated this sentence with another squeeze of his internal muscles.
Sean let out a choked cry and the rhythm of his thrusts became frantic, pounding into Orlando at a rapid clip. He reached up and grabbed Orlando's cock, pumping it until Orlando's entire body stiffened.
"Sean!" he cried out before his cock jerked, dappling Sean's chest with drops of milky fluid. He trembled all over and his ass flexed, clamping down on Sean's cock. Sean thrust one more time before he pulled Orlando down, biting his unwounded shoulder as he climaxed. He clutched at Orlando tightly before he collapsed back onto the mattress, his head lolling to the side.
Orlando pulled up with a little moan and Viggo swiped his tongue over Sean's wet cock, catching a few stray drops of his release. Viggo clenched his hands together as Orli took his time, lingering and savoring every bit that he could get.
Orlando fluttered his tongue briefly over the tip of Sean's cock before he sat back, licking his lips with slow, decadent swipes. "Aw, poor Vig. Are you feeling ignored?"
Viggo felt like he was going to explode. Watching Sean fuck Orlando had turned him on by a huge degree, and it took every ounce of his willpower to not throw Orlando down and nail him through the mattress.
"My balls are so blue that it isn't funny," Viggo said through gritted teeth.
Orlando gave him a cheeky grin and shifted until he was on his hands and knees with his ass pointed in the air. He wiggled it back and forth and spread himself open again, letting Viggo see the glistening pink flesh. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Viggo didn't need to be told twice. He hastily spread lube on his cock and plunged in, gasping when he felt how hot and slippery Orlando was inside.
"Fuck!" he groaned.
"You like it?" Orlando purred. "Feeling Sean's come sloshing around your cock?"
"Oh God, yes..." Viggo replied. He couldn't get enough of the sensation and he kept thrusting hard, burying himself in that sinful feeling hole. Orlando writhed beneath him, clutching the sheets and pushing back, voicing his pleasure at the top of his lungs.
Viggo could see Orlando's prick gradually hardening with each of his strokes, and he slowed down his pace, just giving Orlando the occasional sharp jab against his prostate. He was close to the brink, and he needed to take a breather.
He was so preoccupied with Orlando's pleasure that he lost track of his surroundings. All that mattered to him was the feeling of his cock being surrounded by a decadent amount of tightness while he pushed through slick, heated liquid; the sounds Orlando made as he begged for more; and the scent of sex permeating the air.
A touch to his shoulder startled Viggo out of his erotic reverie. "Hold still," Sean said from behind him.
Viggo obeyed, even though every nerve in his body was thrumming. While he was frozen in place, Orlando started rhythmically squeezing his cock, keeping him on edge.
He felt Sean lubing him up, and he said, "You're incredible, I didn't think you could get it up again so soon."
"I can't," Sean replied. "That's what this little gem is for."
Viggo was about to ask Sean what the hell he was talking about when he felt something cold nudging his ass. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"I liberated Orlando's blue dildo from his suitcase," Sean purred. "I know that you're just as much a whore as he is for cock."
"Oh shit, yes," Viggo said with a moan. He relaxed his muscles as Sean eased the tip of the dildo inside of him, but he still felt overly stretched. It had a been a few months since he had bottomed, and he was rather tight. Sean paused and pressed light kisses to Viggo's back, adding little nips and licks that made him shiver.
"Can't wait for Sean to fuck you with it," Orlando growled. "You're going to look so amazing."
Despite Orlando's and Sean's encouragements, Viggo couldn't ease up enough. Orlando solved the problem by reaching underneath and palming Viggo's balls, rolling them until the added distraction helped Viggo relax enough so that Sean could finally slide the dildo past his guardian ring.
Viggo's eyes rolled back into his head as the toy sunk in, filling and stretching him. Sean began pumping the toy, working it with shallow thrusts until Viggo began pushing back.
He started to rock forward again, groaning as he buried himself in Orlando's pert little ass. Orlando whimpered and gave Viggo a firm squeeze with his internal muscles. Viggo gasped -- Orlando had such a tight grip on him that it felt like he was pushing through a fist.
Sean suddenly pulled the dildo back and then plunged the entire length in. A jolt suddenly tore through Viggo's body and he cursed out loud, ramming hard into Orlando in response.
"Fuck! Keep doing that," Orlando moaned.
Viggo's brain was short circuiting. The brutal thrusts from Sean caused him to echo the motion, and he was rewarded with a loud cry from Orlando whenever he snapped his hips.
"More!" Orlando said.
Viggo wanted to oblige, but he was overwhelmed. He could see his cock plunging into Orlando's tight little hole, glistening with Sean's come. Between that and Sean fucking him into next week, he couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer. He slammed forward one last time, howling out Orlando's name as the room spun out from under him.
He was still dizzy when Sean eased him out of Orlando. Viggo noticed that Orlando was trembling with unfulfilled desire. He was hard as a rock, and his twitching erection was purple.
"What do you need?" Sean murmured as he ran a hand along Orlando's spine.
Sean received his answer when Orlando pushed him down flat on his back. Seconds later, Orlando had straddled Sean's face in a reverse cowboy position. As Orli lowered himself down, he growled, "Eat me, damnit."
Sean chuckled and stabbed his tongue upward, pushing it in as far as it could go. Orlando screamed at the top of his lungs and ground his hips against Sean's face, trying to get as much contact as possible. He started fisting his cock, tugging on it until he climaxed a second time with a loud cry, spattering a few white droplets on Sean's chest.
Orlando rolled off Sean's face afterward, collapsing against his chest. Viggo was still buzzed from his mind-blowing orgasm, so he just gazed at them, savoring the afterglow of sex because he knew that they would soon have to deal with the messy practical aspects.
Orli broke the silence first. "Who's on cleanup duty?" he asked.
"Why don't you decide?" Sean replied. He ruffled his fingers lazily through Orlando's curls.
Orlando blew a raspberry. "Can't. You two shagged my brains out and it's melting into a puddle of goo right now."
"I'll go," Viggo said as he scrambled out of the bed and looked for a washcloth. After the agony of the past day, he wanted Orlando and Sean to have some time to enjoy each other.
When Viggo returned, Orlando had rolled on top of Sean, and their mouths were sealed in a deep kiss. Orli had Sean's face clasped in his hands, and when they parted, they gazed at each other with pure adoration. Orlando then touched his forehead to Sean's and wriggled happily.
"Ouch!" Sean yelped suddenly.
Orli blinked in surprise and said, "What?"
Sean looked down between their bodies and gave Orlando an evil glare. "You cunt, we're stuck together. That wiggling cost me some chest hairs."
Orlando seemed oblivious to Sean's distress. "I didn't see you complaining earlier. Why didn't you lick yourself clean?"
Sean cuffed Orlando on the head. "Damn Elf. Vig, get your arse over here and get
us unstuck."
Since Viggo knew exactly how uncomfortable it was to have his chest hair yanked out, he hurried over and started cleaning them. Orlando didn't appear to be content to lie still while Viggo was busy separating them, so he started whispering sweet nothings in Sean's ear. At least, that's what Viggo thought they were.
He was disabused of that notion when Orlando tackled him as soon as he worked them apart. To Viggo's consternation, the new muscles that Orlando had were for more than just show, and he pinned Viggo to the mattress with ease. While Viggo was struggling, Sean rolled out of bed and pulled a t-shirt out of Orlando's suitcase along with a pair of scissors.
"Uh, what are you going to do with that?" Viggo asked.
" Orlando couldn't smuggle the bondage tape past customs so he thought that I could make some ties out of this thing," Sean replied.
"Ties?" Viggo wasn't sure he wanted to find out what the full plan was.
Orlando kissed the tip of Viggo's nose and chuckled. "Well, we're both hungry, so we thought we'd have something to gnosh on...with you as the plate. And we can't possibly have you wiggling and hollering, so we need to hold you still somehow."
Sean purred, "I'm in the mood for champagne and strawberries."
Viggo felt all of the blood rushing out of his head and into his groin as soon as Sean finished speaking. He just had to twist the knife by saying "strawberries" in *that* deadly fashion.
"And cream," Orlando added. "It just isn't proper to have strawberries without cream."
An evil glint sparkled in Sean's eyes. "Viggo can provide more than enough of that...if we work on him for a few hours without letting him come."
Viggo groaned. It figured that they would team up on him, but he couldn't bring himself to complain. Not when he saw the joy reflected in both of their faces as they laughed and hugged each other.
No, he couldn't complain at all.
*****
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