Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB, VM/SB (implied)

Summary: Sequel to "Sleeping It Off. " Orli, a wet t-shirt, a red silk thong, and smut.  Need I say more?

Archive: Lirimaer

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Light bondage. 

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. 

Author´s Notes: For Squire Kali, who asked me very nicely for a sequel.  Hope this was worth the wait!
Originally posted April, 2003. 

Some photos have recently been taken of a soaking wet Orli, so I've included them here as visual aids. :) Basically, replace the curls with the mohawk, and that's how he looks for this part of the fic.

Viggo was floating back when he muzzily realized that he wasn´t on the bed any longer. He tried to move his legs, but they met with resistance. 

"What the fuck?"  he grunted, slowly realizing that he was sitting in a chair. He put his hands on the armrests and tried to sit up. It was a futile gesture, because his wrists, arms, and chest were bound with bright red tape to the chair. He looked down and saw that his ankles and thighs were similarly restrained. The only thing he could really move was his head. Sean was standing in front of him, a smirk on his face. 

"Sean, this isn´t funny," Viggo grumbled. 

"Don´t blame me, love. I just carried you to the chair."  When Viggo looked puzzled, Sean nodded to someone behind the chair. 

Orlando bounced into view and said, "Surprise!" 

"The two of you conspired on this?"  Viggo groused. 

Orli beamed and said, "Yup. My idea." 

Viggo rolled his eyes upward. "And what did your twisted brain come up with this time, Orli?" 

Sean grinned wolfishly. "You´ll see, love." 

Viggo pulled at his restraints, grimacing when he noticed that they had no give. "I sincerely hope you didn´t duct tape me to the chair," he growled. 

Orlando said cheerfully, "Don´t be daft, Vig. This is PVC tape. It sticks to itself without any glue." 

He bounced over to Sean. "Thank you for your help, Sean. You´re a love."  He tried to give the blond a peck on the cheek. 

Sean pushed him away and said laughingly, "Oi! Don´t get me wet." 

Viggo´s fuzzy brain now registered that Orlando´s entire t-shirt was soaked with ice water and had turned completely transparent. His arms were also drenched, and gooseflesh pimpled his skin. 

The younger man shrugged. "Damn hobbits are too fast on their feet. But don´t worry, I´ll be warm soon," he said playfully. Viggo twitched in his chair, his skin prickling with anticipation. 

Sean nodded and said, "Have fun, you two," before leaning over the chair and kissing Viggo thoroughly. He winked at Orli and walked out the door. 

Viggo groaned as his brain finally came back on-line and he realized which chair Orlando had taped him to. It was the upright wooden one with short, widely positioned armrests and a very broad seat. Broad enough for two people to fit if one of them happened to be Orli-sized. 

Orlando cheerfully put a pair of scissors on a table by the chair. He grabbed some lube out of the nightstand and placed it by the scissors, along with a condom. 

Viggo laughed. "Ready to fuck already? That´s pretty quick even for you, elf boy." 

Orlando grinned. "Hush, pet. I haven´t even started yet." 

He went to his overnight bag, and bent over, giving Viggo a nice view of his long legs and his butt. Viggo felt his cock stir at the sight of the tight denim riding up the firm cheeks of his ass. 

Orlando pulled out a CD and walked over to the boom box. Smiling impishly, he popped the disk in, keeping his back to Viggo. 

A slow, throbbing piece began playing and Orlando slowly turned around to look at Viggo with a smoldering gaze. There was no sign of the mischievous imp from earlier. All that stood there in front of Viggo was a predatory creature, his chocolate brown eyes raking over his victim, hypnotizing the older man with his wanton lust. 

Viggo swallowed convulsively. He had never seen this side of Orlando. His young lover radiated an all-consuming, voracious hunger, one that he clearly intended to satisfy with the bound man in front of him. Viggo felt his heart beginning to beat faster, tensely awaiting Orlando´s next move. 

Smiling sensuously, Orli gracefully lifted his arms above his head and rolled his hips in a slow, downward figure eight movement, his upper body echoing the sinuous motion, every move completely fluid. He moved in perfect time to the music; the low, sexy notes amplifying the sinful undulations of his body. 

Viggo immediately felt his entire body flush with heat. Orlando was the perfect picture of wickedness. He oozed sex from every pore, and his eyes held the hint of a bottomless appetite that had barely been tapped. Helpless to do anything other than respond, Viggo soon felt his cock becoming quite hard. 

Orlando´s eyes locked with Viggo´s as he began to tease the tight peaks of his nipples through his wet t-shirt, his vision clouding over and developing a smoky haze as he aroused himself. His face was flushed with ecstasy, the slender form transmitting the pulse of the music flawlessly. 

"Angel..." Viggo breathed reverently, fire shooting through his nerves as Orlando stoked his passion. 

Continuing to torture his helpless victim, Orlando reached down and leisurely peeled the wet t-shirt off, taking his time, caressing each new inch of revealed skin. His lips were slightly parted as he eased his shirt upward, his cheeks becoming flushed with desire. Once he had bared his lean, muscled torso completely, he gracefully dropped the shirt to the side and ran his hand deliberately down the center of his swaying body, gathering up the drops of water that beaded on his olive skin. 

His tongue snaked out to lick the drops off lasciviously while he ensnared his lover with his greedy eyes. Viggo tried to tear himself free, feverishly burning with the need to push Orlando´s hand aside and replace it with his aching cock. 

The music steadied into a constant, heavy beat. Orlando flicked the top button of his cutoffs open, and he began provocatively rotating his hips in a wide circle, using the motion to turn himself around. 

Still looking with hooded eyes over his shoulder at Viggo, he undulated his hips again in a lazy figure eight as he unzipped his cutoffs. He grasped the waistband and lowered the brief garment a tantalizing inch at a time. 

Viggo moaned deep in his throat. He wanted to rip the clothes off of Orlando and fuck him through the floor. His cock was turning purple, ravenously screaming for satisfaction, his body completely unable to fulfill his demands. 

Viggo inhaled sharply as Orlando continued to push the denim down, a flash of crimson capturing his attention. The younger man gradually revealed a strip of red silk which dipped down into a V. 

He soon bared the entire expanse of his buttocks. The thong ran up the cleft Orlando´s tight ass, accenting its firm roundness, the strip of fabric teasingly rubbing against Orlando´s entrance. Images filled Viggo´s mind of grabbing and bending Orlando roughly over the dresser, watching the younger man´s expression of ecstasy in the mirror as he roughly yanked the thong aside and pounded into him. 

Orlando continued to sweetly roll his hips as he stepped out of his cutoffs. His back still to Viggo, he ran his hand over the firm mounds, seductively caressing his rotating buttocks as he continued to look over his shoulder, his gaze steamy and raw. 

Viggo´s brain completely short-circuited. The heavy air felt as if every molecule was dripping with lust, permeating his mind and freezing all conscious thought to a standstill. He gaped helplessly, unable to be aware of anything other than the tempting sight in front of him and the constant pulse of his needy cock. 

The younger man looked amused at Viggo´s slack jawed reaction. Smiling like a wicked angel, Orlando gracefully rolled onto his back. He began rubbing his semi-hard erection through the silk, arching and whimpering softly as he did so. He used his other hand to cup and roll the tight sacs underneath, quivering as he aroused himself. He soon stroked himself to full hardness, his cock completely outlined by the clingy fabric. 

After he had teased himself for what seemed like an eternity, the music shifted, becoming sexually charged. Orlando rolled onto his hands and knees and looked at Viggo again, the chocolate brown eyes burning voraciously as he slowly licked his lips and crawled toward Viggo. 

Viggo almost came right there and then. It was too much to take in: the sleek muscles gleaming in the sun, that sweet ass being accented by the red silk, the look of pure unadulterated carnality in Orlando´s eyes as he slowly prowled toward him, radiating his intention to devour him whole. 

Viggo groaned loudly, straining against the tape, immense pressure in his throbbing cock. The lack of contact was killing him. He wanted to ravish that slinking, catlike, sinful body until Orlando was screaming at the top of his lungs. 

Orlando reached his objective, stopping short of Viggo´s legs. He placed his hands into the seat of the chair and slowly crawled upward, contouring his body over Viggo´s legs, his chest and crotch just barely ghosting over his lover´s skin as he ascended into the seat. Viggo felt his nerves simultaneously chill and sizzle as Orlando´s cold skin brushed so tantalizingly close to him. 

Orlando continued his gradual ascent, finally kneeling astride Viggo´s legs, maintaining the briefest of contact. The older man´s body was so famished for any sort of touch that his flesh broiled where Orlando rested against it. 

"Angel..." Viggo said through gritted teeth, his voice choked with lust. 

In response, the younger man rocked forward, hips maintaining a careful distance from Viggo´s. Viggo grunted in frustration as Orlando´s fully heated sex barely brushed against his erection, the soft glide of the silk causing his cock to pulse, the hard feel of Orlando´s shaft searing him. The younger man rotated and swiveled his hips, lightly tracing patterns against Viggo´s cock with his own, driving his lover insane. 

Orlando stopped as the song finished, the music fading off on a low note. However, he was far from done. He leaned forward until his chest was within reach of Viggo´s hungering mouth. 

The slender man purred, "I´m still cold, pet. Warm me up a bit?" 

Viggo eagerly complied, taking a chilled nipple into his mouth and sucking ravenously, his pent up frustration causing him to fiercely attack the crinkled nub. His body felt like a raging inferno inside, and he wanted to pull Orlando in and incinerate him with his desire. He enthusiastically licked the dusky circle in front of him, continuing until he was wringing small mewls from Orlando´s throat. 

Quaking, Orli tangled his hands into Viggo´s long hair and pressed the older man´s face into his chest. "More," he gasped passionately. 

The younger man bit off a small scream as Viggo complied, the older man´s tongue swirling across every inch of flesh that was in reach of his lips. Under Viggo´s ministrations, Orli´s chilled skin rapidly warmed, and a small sheen of sweat soon began to cover the lithe form. 

Viggo licked a hot trail across to the other nipple, lapping up the moisture still on his tanned chest. Orlando whimpered, his slim torso quivering as Viggo sucked, nibbled, and teased the nub to a sharp peak. 

"Oh god..." he said breathlessly as the older man continued. Viggo heard the wood creak as Orlando clutched it with all of his strength, his long eyelashes fluttering as he drowned under the erotic deluge. 

Orli finally rasped out, "Not going to give in yet..." as he pulled his chest away, his breathed labored. Viggo smirked as he saw Orlando trying to pull his jumbled senses back together. 

His amusement annoyed the younger man. Orlando growled deep in his throat and rocked forward, his slender hips grinding against Viggo´s cock in earnest, his steel-hard erection barely restrained by the whisper thin fabric. 

"Oh, that´s it..." Viggo murmured, his eyes slitting and his head tilting back as far as the chair would allow as the slight friction sent shocks through his entire body. 

Orlando pressed their cocks together, the thin material transmitting their mutual heat. Reaching down, the younger man wrapped his hand around both his and Viggo´s rock hard flesh, keeping the soft barrier between them, and stroked them both in tandem. 

"Christ!"  Orlando said through gritted teeth, the welcome friction on one side and the smooth caress of silk on the sensitive underside causing beads of moisture to ooze from both of their stiff organs. He sped up the pace until they were both panting heavily, cocks throbbing as passion rushed through their veins like quicksilver. 

Viggo was dizzy with desire, the blood leaving his head as he rapidly approached orgasm. The older man keened as Orlando suddenly released them, his body screaming in despair at the loss of contact. 

Viggo cursed loudly, wrenching against his bonds. "Finish me off, damnit." 

The younger man smirked evilly. "Payback´s a bitch, isn´t it?"  He brushed his fingers with the lightest of touches across the top of Viggo´s dick, causing it to twitch. "If you want to get off, you´ll need to make it up to me." 

"Blow me," Viggo rasped defiantly, his need completely overruling his common sense. 

"Oh really?"  Orlando said with amusement. 

He slid off the chair and began to slowly lick and nip the inside of Viggo´s thigh, just above the tape. Viggo cried out as each little bite shot straight to his crotch. His young lover worked his way up slowly, over-sensitizing Viggo´s flesh until he felt as if a single touch could make him come. 

Orlando´s relentless mouth brushed lightly against the tender flesh underneath Viggo´s needy erection. The older man tensed, completely quaking, eagerly hungering for more. Orlando blew hot air on the sensitive sacs, causing his entire body to tingle. The younger man then moved away to lick the juncture of his thigh, a whisper away from his straining shaft. 

"Angel, please..." Viggo whimpered. 

"That´s much better, pet," Orlando soothed. He grabbed the scissors and cut Viggo´s ankles free. He replaced the scissors on the table before he climbed back into the chair. "But I´m not satisfied yet." 

Bracing his arms on the back, he pulled himself up until his crotch was above Viggo´s mouth at an upward angle. 

"Let´s put that mouth to better use, shall we?"  he said throatily. "Finishing undressing me," he purred. 

Viggo stretched forward and licked the front of the thong, causing Orlando to inhale sharply. Encouraged, he continued on until Orlando´s hardness was clearly delineated through the wet silk. He finished with a final swipe upward with his tongue, pleased when he heard a small cry from the younger man. Viggo then fastened his teeth on the waistband and pulled the thong away and down. 

Orlando sighed in relief as his cock was freed. As Viggo worked the thong down, Orlando boosted himself up. He was completely standing on the chair when Viggo stopped, unable to pull much more of the thong down with his limited movement. 

The younger man wriggled out the rest of the way and tossed the piece of silk to the side. Lowering himself to his previous position, he nudged his hardness against the older man´s mouth. 

"If you make me happy, I´ll let you get off," Orlando cooed, rotating his hips so that his cock brushed across Viggo´s lips, drops of his excitement painting his lover´s mouth. 

Viggo followed the trail Orlando was tracing with his tongue, relishing the taste of the salty liquid. He swiftly caught up to Orlando and wrapped his tongue around the purple head of the younger man´s erection, pulling the rigid shaft into the wet heat of his mouth. 

He licked the tip of Orlando´s cock, eagerly probing the slit with his tongue. Orlando shuddered and nudged his dick forward, hissing as Viggo opened wider, letting him slide in. The older man relaxed his throat, until he swallowed most, but not all, of Orlando´s length. 

"Fuck!"  Orlando gasped as the heated depths surrounded his hard flesh. 

The younger man gripped the back of the chair and thrust into the volcanic depths, moaning as he plunged in. He set a demanding pace, and he soon screamed, his body tensing as he climaxed, his cock jerking in Viggo´s mouth as hot liquid erupted from it. 

The older man eagerly swallowed the thick fluid and continued suckling, rolling his tongue around the still hard shaft, nipping his way lightly upward before swallowing it down again. Orlando trembled, his knees weak from his recent orgasm. Under Viggo´s ministrations, his dick soon pulsed to life again, and he was thrusting into the older man´s mouth, making incoherent noises. 

"All right, pet," he panted as he pulled out. "You get your wish." 

Orlando lowered himself so that he was sitting on Viggo´s lap. Viggo sobbed in relief as Orlando leaned over to grab the condom and lube. The younger man quickly tore the wrapper off and rolled it onto his lover´s twitching cock. Slicking up his fingers, he wasted no time in preparing himself. 

Orlando smiled at Viggo devilishly, his eyes now black and clouded over with lust. He then grabbed the older man´s rock-hard erection, positioning the tip just at his hot entrance. The younger man grabbed Viggo´s shoulders and slowly eased himself down, forcing a loud moan of pleasure from the older man as his dripping arousal was surrounded by heat and tightness. It never ceased to amaze him at how Orlando always managed to clasp him inside and hold every inch of his throbbing flesh in a secure grip. 

Orlando continued his slow descent until he was completely impaled, his eyes darkening as he touched bottom. Viggo hissed, feeling his full length buried in the tight channel. Orlando´s cock rubbed against his stomach, the velvety skin arousing him further. 

Orlando smiled sexily at him and reached for the pair of scissors on the table. "Hold still, pet," he breathed. 

Leaning over, he swiftly cut Viggo out of his bindings, distracting the older man by squeezing his internal muscles and massaging his hardness, overwhelming Viggo´s senses with his silken heat. 

"Much as I would love to shag you in this chair, I don´t think it´ll hold. Get us on over to the bed, with you on the bottom," Orli demanded. Viggo mutely acknowledged the younger man. Orlando´s unyielding grip on his dick had completely destroyed his ability to form a coherent response. 

Orlando wrapped his arms around the older man and gripped the narrow hips with his legs as Viggo sat up carefully. Once he was upright, Viggo grasped Orlando´s slender body tightly.  He carried his young lover over to the bed, and managed to sit on the mattress without separating them. 

Orlando locked eyes with him. "You know how I want it, Vig," he said huskily. 

Viggo nodded as he lowered himself to lie back on the mattress. Orlando always wanted to be fucked until he was seeing stars and his throat was raw from screaming. Viggo was more than happy to oblige, grabbing the narrow hips and slamming upward, wringing a loud cry of "Yes!"  from Orlando. 

"Like...this?"  he growled, jabbing Orlando deeply to punctuate his sentence. 

"Fuck...yes!"  Orlando yelled, "Harder!"

Eagerly complying, Viggo pistoned into the tight hole, no thoughts other than fulfilling his need with Orlando´s hot, willing body. Above him, Orlando matched his frenzied pace, squeezing him so hard on each upstroke that he lost all rationality. 

The younger man´s hands were clawing Viggo´s chest, and he was screaming brokenly, "Fuck...Vig... yeah, harder...oh,fuck...yeah, that´s it...god...Yes!" 

The bed creaked loudly under them, the frame vibrating as they thrashed and attacked each other, their primal need for completion causing them to keen at the top of their lungs. 

Orlando´s loud encouragement and his writhing body were wreaking havoc on Viggo´s control, and he knew that he wouldn´t be able to last much longer. Reaching up, he grabbed Orlando´s erection, pumping it swiftly. 

Orlando shrieked loudly, "Viggo!" , and then he came, spurting hotly over Viggo´s hand. As the slender form shuddered above him, Viggo felt his lover clamp down on him like a vise, unraveling the last of his paper-thin control. 

He went over the edge, howling Orlando´s name, his body arching off the bed and his cock pulsing hard as he climaxed inside Orlando´s heated flesh; his sight robbed from him as the molten passage continued to squeeze him tightly, milking him until he was a quivering heap. 

When Orlando was satisfied that he had pulled every last drop of Viggo´s release out, he relaxed his hold on his lover. With a groan, the older man collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. 

"Pet?"  Orlando whispered softly. 

"Hurm?"  Viggo mumbled before sleepily opening his eyes. 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Tired. And completely, wonderfully drained. Thank you, angel, it was definitely worth the wait."  Orlando leaned down to kiss him tenderly. 

The younger man giggled. "Give Sean some of the credit. He mentioned last night that if you haven´t been getting any for a while, he had a trick that was guaranteed to make you pass out. I wanted to take advantage of that, so I came up with this naughty idea." 

"I assumed you stayed indoors because of the thong." 

Orlando smiled impishly. "You found me out. Damn thing gets uncomfortable and nasty if I sweat in it." 

Viggo chuckled and said, "It was worth it. I noticed that the PVC tape is the same color as your thong, was that a coincidence?" 

Orlando grinned. "Nope. It´s also part of what got me started on this plan. The tape matches nicely, don´t you think? And its got many uses." 

"I´m sure it does. So, was getting doused by the water balloon also part of your plan?" 

"No," Orlando laughed. "Originally, I was going to spill my drink on you after you were done grilling and then Sean was going to whisk you upstairs. We had to improvise a little after Elijah soaked us." 

"You know, one of these days, I´m going to get one or the both of you."  Viggo muttered. 

"I´m looking forward to it, pet. By the way, do you still have some of that ginseng concoction?" 

Puzzled, Viggo replied, "Uh, yeah. Why?" 

"Sean hasn´t had a chance to ravish you, and I´m sure he´s going to be quite horny after the row we were making. I figured that I should brew you a cup before he comes up here to attack you." 

Viggo rolled his eyes and groaned, wondering how long it would take before his two lovers completely killed him. 

The End

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