Educational Endeavors: ViggoKisses(tm) (2/8)

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Title: Educational Endeavors: ViggoKisses(tm) (2/8)
Author: Salix
Email: salixbabylon@y...
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Archiving: My site and others upon request.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real
sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is
meant to them.
Summary: Orli is curious... and you know what they say about curiosity and the cat. Luckily Viggo is around to help.
Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to Lostiawen for
encouragement, education, and betaing.

Educational Endeavors

Part 2 - ViggoKisses(TM)


Orlando lay in bed.

He wanted another of Viggo's kisses, wanted it like the first hit of nicotine or jolt of caffeine in the morning; not like heroin, not that he'd tried that, not like an addiction. Just a want. Just a want, something that might not be good for you, exactly, but wasn't exactly bad for you either, so why not?

Unfortunately fags and coffee or tea were much more easily obtained than Viggo's lips and tongue. Orlando wondered absently if there was a commercial market for those lips and that tongue, for that feeling of warmwetslidingtingletaste, like a new sweet that you could grab at the corner market. ViggoKisses(TM), they would call it, and the Americans would slap a warning on the packet, like with cigarettes and liquor: "May cause slight addiction, sexual confusion, and headaches." Everyone would ignore the warning and ViggoKisses(TM) would become the next big trend until Ecstasy made yet another comeback, using a different letter this time, perhaps Y.

He needed to open his eyes, piss, and brush his teeth, in that order. Except his eyes really didn't think that it was time yet; too much sun. Couldn't they wait until it was darker, please? And his mouth wanted to romantically cling to the idea of Viggo's saliva still being there, even if the fuzz on his teeth was fuzzier than his mohawk. It was fuzz that contained Viggo's saliva, somewhere.

However, his bladder had clearly spent too much time in his mum's company, as it nagged and complained until he couldn't ignore it anymore. His eyes squinted in agony at the light, cursing the sun as he dragged himself to the toilet. As he relieved himself, he absently wondered if the corner market indeed had ViggoKisses(TM) in stock; if so, then he could brush his teeth and go buy some and that would be better than now, ViggoKisses(TM) in a fresh, clean, unfuzzy mouth.

His hands fumbled with the shower taps, then the toothbrush, taking it into the water with him. He didn't quite understand how it was that he went from dreaming, to clear and lucid thoughts, then back to comatose-brained as soon as his body started to wake up. It was like his body overrode his brain completely.

Not unlike last night.

ViggoKisses(TM).

He wanted more. Soft, warm, wet, comforting, knowing, guiding, sparklejolt hunger, lust, yearning, satisfaction. All at once. Orlando had never kissed anyone who kissed like that before.

He wanted more of those kisses.

Mostly, he wanted to want it, and wanted to enjoy wanting it, without thinking about any of the confusion or consequences. Just ViggoKisses(TM), slight risk of addiction, but nothing to think on too deeply.

Thinking bad. ViggoKisses(TM) good.

Fuck, the hot water was really putting him back to sleep.

He reluctantly fumbled with the taps and made the water colder. He could almost hear his subconscious mind grumbling as it faded away, taking the ViggoKisses(TM) with it.

*****

"Hey Elfboy." Viggo nodded as Orli brought his lunch over to the table.

"MWWBK," Orli replied, returning the nod of greeting and sitting down. Hoping.

He got a raised eyebrow. Score!

"Man Who Would Be King," he clarified.

The brow didn't drop.

"You needed a new nickname. `Old man' isn't very complimentary, and `smelly human' is only marginally better. `Ranger' only works for the first few bits of FOTR, an since we're using all these acronyms all the time anyway," he shrugged, "One more seemed like no problem. So. MWWBK."

"Sounds like a new kind of hamburger," Viggo commented.

Orli licked his lips suggestively, a bit shocked at his own daring. "Yum."

A surprised smile crossed Viggo's face, but an assistant shouted for him before he had a chance to reply. Orlando finished his lunch alone but satisfied.

*****

It was almost dark when they met up again, in the makeup trailer.

"I've been thinking," Orlando said, dropping into a chair as his stylist began removing his wig and ears and generally de-elfing him.

"Dangerous territory," Viggo smirked.

Orlando stuck out his tongue, then pulled it back in with a slight blush, remembering feeling Viggo's tongue with it the night before.

"Cunt. Anyhow. MWWBK is too long. And besides, I forgot about BK entirely, so it's just no good." He leaned back and closed his eyes.

He did hear Viggo mutter, "Thoughtful," though.

"What?"

"So, do you want to come over tonight?" Viggo asked with an obvious leer.

Too obvious; there were other people about. Was he joking? About the leer or the coming over?

"Sure," Orli answered anyway. "When?"

"How about 9-ish? We'll have a beer. Discuss your education," Viggo suggested. His stylist got between them and Orli couldn't see his face anymore.

He nodded, swallowing. "Sure, why not?"

Their assistants exchanged smiles at the tremor in the Brit's voice.

*****

"This is not a date," Orlando told the young man in the mirror. "Not a date. Just a drink with a mate." Maybe he should put on a nicer shirt. No, he wouldn't worry about a t-shirt if he was having a drink with Elijah. Ok, no thinking about Elijah. A drink with Billy and Dom. Not a date. No expectations. No plans.

Certainly no kissing.

A finger absently crept up to trace his lips. ViggoKisses(TM). He shivered. All day, seeing Viggo's hand on the hilt of his sword had made his crotch tingle.

Damn, he was really shaking now. Stupid, really; there was nothing to be afraid of. He just wouldn't think about it. Music would help. And walking. He grabbed his walkman and headed out the door to Viggo's place.

The music and the walk did help. Orlando regained control over his body and was no longer vibrating with nervousness, and the music had given him something to fill his head with instead of pestering thoughts. Good.

He raised his hand to knock on the door. Suddenly he remembered the beer sitting on the table at his house to take to Viggo's. "Fuck!" he swore, as the door opened.

"Already?" asked Viggo with a grin. "I thought we were going to have a drink and some conversation first."

Orli rolled his eyes, grinning and trying to ignore the butterflies that had just fluttered into his stomach. "I forgot the beer. It's on the table at my house," he explained.

"I think we'll be ok without it." Viggo headed towards the kitchen. "I guess that means you'd like a drink, then?"

"Whatever you're having." Orli wandered into the sitting room. Tidier than his, but books and film canisters and other artistic clutter was scattered about in small piles on most of the surfaces.

Viggo came back with two bottles. "Sit down, Orlando," he said, indicating the couch.

Another small thrill went through him at hearing his full name again. He took a long pull at his bottle and wiped his sweaty palms on his knees. Not a date, he reminded himself. Too bad his bloody heart wouldn't stop pounding. And it was only concentrating on how nervous he was that was keeping the tingle in his trousers from turning into a full-blown erection.

Bad choice of words.

He drained the rest of the bottle and looked up to see Viggo smirking at him.

"Nervous much?"

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Nah, mate, I'm fine. Do this every day, like." He could feel his pulse pounding. He took a deep breath blurted out without thinking, "So, did you mean it? About my, um, `education'?"

Oh god, had he really just come out and said it like that? So much for subtlety or flirting or saving face or, Christ, anything other than deep humiliation. He couldn't look up from the bottle in his hands. He'd just sit here and quietly die, thanks. He'd never hear the end of this from the Hobbits, if Viggo told. Bloody fucking hell.

Viggo's grin turned into laughter. "You look like you're about to faint."

Orli glanced up at him. "Wow." Those blue eyes and wide mouth relaxed with mirth totally distracted him. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to feel that mouth against his again. If Viggo was a girl, he thought, he'd just kiss her. He impatiently shoved aside thoughts of Viggo in a dress and just lunged at him instead. Time to stop listening to his stupid brain anyway.

Oh, this felt nice. Viggo's soft hair in his hands, lips still smiling but receptive, returning Orlando's kiss. Not as full of passion and hunger as last night, but nice. Friendly. Good. And definitely causing tingles down below.

"So what do you want to teach me?" Orlando asked, drawing away from the kiss slightly, but not letting go of Viggo's neck.

"Everything. Let's start with a classical program, the seven liberal arts. Grammar first," Viggo said calmly, pulling Orli onto his lap.

"Grammar? Are you daft?" Orli squeaked, completely dismayed. "I thought we were talking about sex."

Viggo repressed his laughter with difficulty. "We are. I just thought I'd have a game plan, so I was thinking about what Aragorn's tutelage might have been like, and other historical curriculums. Just as an outline," he explained, pulling Orlando closer, running a hand up Orli's spine to pet the mohawk. "Your education is very important, you know."

Orlando bent down to nibble at Viggo's neck. "I don't know how to tell you this, mate, but I'm not exactly innocent and pure." Viggo moaned and clutched him closer. "Do you have a thing for young boys?" he asked with an impish grin.

Viggo's hands moved to his thighs and started stroking upwards gently. Teasing. "Seriously? No, I don't usually have a thing for younger men. Or men in general, mostly. But no, the role of seducing virgins of either sex has never held much appeal."

Orlando wanted to argue that he was hardly a virgin, but they both knew both what Viggo meant. "So why me, then? What's this about?" he asked instead.

Viggo looked at him for a long moment. "Because you fascinate me. You are never just one thing; you are always also it's opposite. Fair and dark, hyperkenetic and still, arrogant and insecure. Slutty and virginal," he added with a grin.

Enough; it was time to kiss some of that smugness away. Orli's lips met Viggo's again, communicating his growing desire and passion, loving the feeling of firm lips under his, of not having to hold back for fear of moving too fast, like with most girls.

And it was fast; last night had been unbelievable, like being hit with a tsunami of lust. He's been safe and dry, buzzed but not drunk, a bit confused, and out of nowhere Viggo has come and kissed him with an intensity that had him responding like a celibate priest on holiday in Amsterdam. He'd never climaxed so fast, and certainly not just from a grope through his jeans since he'd been a teenager. It was like Viggo had just reached in and pushed a button somewhere, an Orli-Climax button, and that was all it took.

Viggo's hands moved from his thighs to his arse, kneading and squeezing. Orlando wiggled and sighed, pressing back into them.

"So responsive," Viggo mumbled into his mouth.

"Mmm," Orlando agreed.

"Is that a typical problem for you?"

Orlando's forehead wrinkled as he pouted. "No! I'm not a teenager, you know. Elijah's the only one around here that probably gets off that fast every time."

"Now, now. No need to insult young Mr. Wood. We're talking about you," Viggo chided. "Do you often come that quickly?" he asked, as he lightly brushed the fingertips of one hand along the bulge in Orlando's jeans.

"No! I told you! I just- You're just too fucking sexy," Orli sputtered. And then jerked, realizing where Viggo was touching him. Distracting him. "Hey! No fair!"

"What's not fair?" Viggo asked as he began to nuzzle and bite Orlando's throat. "This? Or this?" as his hands each lightly squeezed their respective handfuls of cock and arse.

"Neither!" Orlando gasped, pulling away from Viggo entirely. His whole body was trembling and he felt so wound up again, just like last night, like another act-of-god climax could just steal up on him any minute. He flung himself to the opposite end of the couch and wrapped his arms around his legs, embarrassed.

"Sorry," he apologized to the confusion on Viggo's face. "I just- I don't- Fuck, this is just too fucking weird." He buried his face in his arms and took a few deep breaths.

After a moment, he heard Viggo get up and leave the room.

Fucking great.

He'd panicked and totally bollocked everything up. Viggo was going to ask him to leave, be kind and understanding, and treat him like the inconsistent cock-tease he was for the rest of the shoot. Fuck. Why couldn't he ever get his nerves under control? It was all over before it had begun. No more ViggoKisses(TM) for him. Fucking bloody cunting hell.

Orli shrieked as something cold touched his ear.

Viggo grinned. "Another beer?" he asked, offering him the cold bottle.

"Yeah, thanks." He took it and drained half in one go.

"Orlando," Viggo said, sitting down. "Do you want to tell me why you're freaking out?"

No.

"Um. It's just that, well…" Orlando made himself take a deep breath. "It's just new, like. Nothing's been new, with sex, in ages. You know? I feel like I'm sixteen again. It's… Well, it's bloody awful."

Viggo smiled reassuringly and moved close enough for Orli to feel his body heat. "So we'll take things slowly. That was the plan, anyway. Anything you're uncomfortable with, just say the word and we'll stop."

"It's not that," Orli mumbled, nervously picking at the label on the bottle. "It's just, um... I just... Fuck! You touch me and I just get so excited," he blurted, feeling his ears turn red.

Viggo grinned. "I'd noticed that. I'm flattered."

"Bastard!" Orli elbowed him. "It could just be that you're a bloke."

"Is that really what it is?" Viggo asked, turning serious again.

"Yeah, mostly," Orli shrugged. "You're a bloke and that's new and strange, and Christ, you touch me and it's like being electrocuted or something. I'm fine and then I'm practically coming. Or about to come. Or have come."

His amazement at his body's reactions made them both chuckle.

"Right then. The grammar lesson," Viggo said. "Present indicative active: I am coming. Future indicative active: I will come. Perfect indicative active: I came. Imperfect indicative active: I used to be coming. Present imperative active: Come!"

Orlando looked at him, confused. "What? What are you going on about?"

"Now pay attention; this is the 'educational' bit. When a girl's sucking you off, you politely give her some warning, right?"

Orli's eyes widened at the thought of Viggo's mouth on him and he was suddenly breathless. This was not lost on Viggo, who grinned as he continued.

"Same thing with a guy. Doubly so, even, since your lover might want to slow things down, delay the big event a bit. Unless you generally can come more than once a night?"

Orli blushed. "Uh. Sometimes?"

"I guess I'll find out more later. So, say it back to me."

"What?"

"The verb tenses, dumbass." Viggo softened his words by pulling Orlando back into his lap. "Present indicative active: I am coming. Future indicative active...?"

"I can't believe you're seriously making me do this." But Orlando dutifully repeated the conjugation back at him with a deep sigh of exasperation.

"Excellent." Viggo rewarded him with an innocent kiss on the cheek, which became less innocent as Viggo's mouth slid down his jaw to begin sucking at his neck, while Viggo's hands reacquainted themselves with Orli's thighs and arse. "Don't be frustrated, pet. This is just for your lesson. I have a few ideas to make you a more enthusiastic student."

Orli wiggled again, relaxing into Viggo as arousal began to creep over him again. That spot on his neck always got him. "Right, what are they?"

"Oh, I think a hands-on demonstration would be best."

The hands in question started running over Orli's chest and thighs, gently teasing his nipples, completely avoiding his crotch. He moaned involuntarily as his head fell back to expose more of his throat as Viggo started sucking on his skin.

God, this was great. But there was something wrong... Suddenly he remembered and pulled away. "If you leave a mark, makeup will have my arse."

Viggo's hands moved back to the arse in question and squeezed it. "Well, I plan on having it first, and I don't share."

Orlando tensed up at that; he'd not really thought quite that far ahead. The kissing and the making out was great, but... Well. He swallowed.

Viggo's arms surrounded him, reassuring. "We're not there in the lesson plan yet, so don't fret about it."

As they continued making out on the couch, Orlando finally regained his nerve. Annoyed with himself for being so jumpy and twitchy and passive, he grabbed Viggo's hands to still them, and leaned in to take the other man's lips in a thorough kiss.

Like last night, it was a jolt to his entire system. Their kiss would have made Orlando weak in the knees if he hadn't already been sitting across Viggo's lap. Their tongues met, reacquainting themselves, tasting and teasing. They were both breathing faster when their lips parted.

Viggo tugged at the hem of Orlando's t-shirt. "May I take this off?"

Orli nodded, pulling it over his head. He grinned as Viggo's eyes wandered over his body.

"Nice, very nice. Of course I've seen you changing clothes before, but I never got to say before how gorgeous you are." The seductive tone, soft and growly, of Viggo's words was more arousing than the meaning of them, and made Orlando shiver.

"Thanks."

Viggo smiled and tickled his ribs. "Not like you don't know that; I do seem to have a lot of pictures of you without your shirt on or with it unbuttoned, hanging open."

Orli laughed. "Yeah, well, I've been skinny all my life; it's nice to finally have some muscles to show off."

Viggo's hands firmed their touch as he whispered, "Well, they are sexy." Fingers made slightly rough from all the recent sword practice mapped Orli's chest, tracing his defined muscles.

An embarrassingly girlish giggle almost escaped Orli's throat as he suddenly recalled his own solo "sword practice" which he had indulged in this afternoon in the loo, after watching Viggo fondle Anduril's hilt all morning. He choked the giggle down and instead started fiddling with the buttons on Viggo's shirt, asking the question with his eyes and pressing in for a kiss when Viggo nodded his permission.

Studiously, Orlando unbuttoned Viggo's shirt and tentatively touched him, feeling the texture of hair and how different it was from his own smooth chest. Of course, it was also quite different from any other chest he'd ever groped before. It wasn't a surprise or a shock, really; certainly he knew what other men felt like, he was quite physical with his friends. But the context was different and it was still a bit odd. Unfamiliar. Unsettling. Just another reminder that this was a bloke he was making out with. That this was strange territory. It felt vaguely dangerous.

Which was exhilarating. He wanted to feel Viggo's body aligned with his, suddenly, and shifted without warning to straddle Viggo. He ended up kneeing Viggo in the stomach instead.

"Oh, sorry," he cringed. True, he wasn't spectacularly graceful but he'd never kneed a girl in the stomach before!

Viggo pushed him away with a mock growl. "I think at this point we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."

The look in his eyes made Orlando's stomach leap and flutter. The butterflies from earlier were back, it seemed, and had brought a billion of their friends with them.

Diversionary tactics were called for, to stifle another outbreak of nerves. Orli jumped up and kissed Viggo on the nose before shouting, "First one on the bed wins," as he raced down the hallway and threw himself on the mattress.

"Wins what?" Viggo asked from the doorway.

"Oh. I dunno. I hadn't really thought that far. What would you want, if you had won?" he laughed.

Viggo's eyes locked with Orli's as he prowled forward. "You."

Their bodies moved together on the bed, legs tangling, as their lips and tongues explored warm flesh. Orli's hands felt shockingly sensitive, as if the different textures of Viggo's shoulders, back, stomach, chest were something he could memorize forever, always recognize the feel of, anywhere.

And it was hot, sensual but more raw than with most girls, more like the sudden overwhelming flash of an anonymous one-night stand. Again, Orlando was stunned at how aroused he was; they hadn't even taken their trousers off yet and he was already starting to shake with need, barely able to stop from grinding against Viggo, breath ragged.

"More lessons," Viggo whispered into his ear. "Would you like to come? You came awfully quickly last night. How many times have you come today?" he asked, licking and nibbling his way down Orlando's chest, detouring to take one tight nipple between his teeth and grin up at Orlando.

Orli whimpered.

Viggo laughed. "What are the tenses, pet?"

"Umm…" Orli tried to remember as Viggo's hands drifted down to squeeze his arse.

"Would you like to come?" Viggo repeated.

"Yes!"

Oh wait; that wasn't really the question he was supposed to be answering. "Um. Future?" he tried.

"Good. Future perfect. And how about last night, when you came?"

"Perfect," Orli grinned. "And it was; god, that was lovely."

"I liked it, too," Viggo said as he rolled Orlando back onto the bed and straddled him, pushing their bodies together. "Do you want to come tonight?" he asked.

Orli gripped Viggo's hips and pulled them closer to his own. "Yeah, soon, please. Oh, um," he addded after a moment. "Present."

Viggo kissed him as a reward, then rolled off of him. "Let's see what we can do to fix that." Viggo tugged at Orli's jeans. "May I?" he asked again.

"Yeah." Orli kicked off his shoes as Viggo reached down to strip off his socks, before pulling away Orli's jeans and boxers in one go.

Viggo paused.

"God, you are beautiful. And I don't mean that in a classical sort of way, although of course you are," Viggo said quietly as he traced a finger down Orlando's shoulder, chest, hip, and thigh. "It's just... every line, every angle and plane of your body radiates life and light... You shine with energy..."

Wow. Orlando had no idea how to react to that. No one had ever said anything like that, that didn't sound like hollow praise, an accident of genetics and an active lifestyle. He was touched. Speechless.

He shivered, and his erection twitched. Unconsciously, his hands drifted down to cover it. In a heartbeat, Viggo pinned Orli's restless hands down to the mattress, straddling him again. His breath caught in his chest, only to be released in a drawn-out moan as Viggo pressed their mouths together in a blatantly hungry kiss. Teeth clashing, Viggo's tongue thrusting aggressively he pushed Orlando into the mattress with his body, rubbing their erections together, Viggo's jeans excitingly rough against his sensitive skin.

Viggo's questions were against Orli's throat now: "Are you coming? Would you like to come?" he asked as he slowly untangled their bodies and began purposefully mouthing his way down Orlando's stomach.

Before Orli could really even think of it, before he had time to get nervous or tense up, wondering if Viggo was going to suck him, the other man's mouth closed over his cock, taking him in deeply. He was already close to climax from all the build up and whatever it was that Viggo had or did that drove him wild. In what seemed like a shamefully short period of time, Orlando was shaking and moaning, hands twisting into the sheets.

Then Viggo stopped.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

Orli let out a strangled noise, half-gasp, half-laugh that was cut off when Viggo abruptly sucked his cock back down and did something with his tongue that Orli couldn't even define but which felt brilliant. "Oh my god," he gasped, "I'm going to come."

Viggo stopped again, heedless of Orli's frustrated whimper. "Now?"

Orli nodded frantically.

"Part of speech?" Viggo asked, licking around the crown, teasing, as he kept Orlando's shaking body at the edge of release. "You have to tell me," he said before again suddenly sucking Orli's cock deeply back into his throat.

How could Viggo possibly expect him to think at this point? The man was clearly mad. So close to orgasm his teeth almost hurt, Orli felt a fingertip stroke over his bollocks, down the crack of his arse, and over his opening. The shock of it pushed him over the edge.

"Present!" Orlando shouted, as the one part of his brain that was still conscious kicked in. "Yes! I'm coming!" His body shook violently from the force of his orgasm, convulsing in Viggo's hands.

He lay on the bed, dazed, as Viggo got up and went to the bathroom. A few moments later he returned with a warm, damp cloth. Orli rolled to his side and burrowed his head into Viggo's shoulder, trying to hide his enormously pleased grin as he said, "I came. Perfect indicative active. It was perfect. You're perfect."

He tugged at Viggo's jeans. "Can I take these off now?"

He was answered with an imperiously raised brow. "This is a grammar lesson, Orlando."

He grinned. "May I take them off, Mr. Mortensen, sir?"

He received a regal nod, so shifted around until he was kneeling before Viggo. He quickly unfastened and pulled down the denim. Viggo wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Viggo's eyes sparked a bit in the dim light. "Oh, I like this."

"Well, don't get used to it," Orlando grinned, pushing him back onto the bed. "You're not king yet."

Still somewhat hesitantly, Orlando explored Viggo's legs and arse, his own afterglow helping him relax. It wasn't such a massively different experience from being with a girl, still the same sensuous feeling of skin on skin. He licked at the stubble on Viggo's neck, tasting and feeling the texture on his tongue, down Viggo's chest, to his navel. He took a deep breath, like before diving into a swimming pool, and quickly flicked his tongue across the head of Viggo's cock in a light little lick, just to taste. Salty and a bit bitter, not so different from his own. Not terrible.

Suddenly Orlando totally lost his nerve.

Could he do that? Suck Viggo off? He face began to burn with the heat of embarrassment and he moved back up to nuzzle Viggo's throat. "Do you... want me to... Um..."

He wasn't sure if he was relieved or a bit disappointed when Viggo shut him up with a kiss as he took Orli's wrist and guided his hand down. Both, he supposed, taking Viggo's cock in hand and setting a steady rhythm. But this was good. He snuggled closer, relaxing, not having realized how much he'd tensed up. It felt very much like doing it to himself, except that the angle was all wrong.

He nudged Viggo into rolling over onto his side, so Orli could properly spoon him and use his right hand to get a different angle. Much better. Viggo's arse pressed back into his groin and Orli wasn't surprised to note his own arousal returning. He pressed closer, wrapping more thoroughly around Viggo, who happily wiggled back into his embrace.

"Come," Orlando whispered with an evil grin, tightening his grip. He'd see how Viggo liked a bit of turnabout, how well his brain functioned in the throes of passion.

"Imperative," Viggo moaned, thrusting faster into Orli's fist.

Damn it, the man was unflappable.

A few more firm strokes and Viggo was gasping and cursing as his pleasure peaked and he came all over Orli's hand. He nuzzled the back of Viggo's neck, gently licking off the droplets of sweat as he wiped his hand clean on the sheets.

"Mmm. You feel so nice," he whispered into Viggo's neck.

Viggo grinned lazily. "So do you. Perfect, even."

Their lips came together again, soft and contented, and Orlando suddenly remembered ViggoKisses(TM) and laughed to himself.

Drowsy and satiated, a nap was seeming like a good idea, but he wasn't quite comfortable being in Viggo's bed. After all, he hadn't been asked to stay the night. Maybe he should go home.

Viggo pulled out of his embrace and stretched. "Can I give you a lift to your place?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah; I don't have to be in until about 10 tomorrow, and I know you'll have to be there early," Orli answered, grabbing his clothes.

Dressing, he felt a bit awkward, like something wasn't being said, but... What? They were mates, they'd had sex of a sort, and they had work tomorrow. It wasn't like they were in love or anything, or like he was being booted out after a one-night stand.

It was just lessons.

Just educational.

Not to mention quite hot.

He kissed Viggo lightly on the mouth as they pulled up in front of Orli's house. "Thanks, mate. More lessons later?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"You can count on it," Viggo smiled. "I love an eager student."

Orli grinned as he went inside. He had a feeling he was going to be learning quite a lot.

~Part 3~

Comments

[loony-moony.livejournal.com]

Oh, my god. This fic is just too good. Innumerable funny moments and wry pseudo LotR-cast humor and mock characterization and glorious, glorious Viggorli smut. This fic simply has it all. If I wanted to teach LotR fans the joy of LotR RPS, I'd give them this fic as a start at the very least. You minimize the shockaton factor of this theme so much, it's almost unnoticeable. I love this, this is pure RPS PWP, and I also love it that you give the characters free space for them to understand the nature of themselves and their relationships, you don't force them to enter some sort of childish romance. I love the no-strings-attached atmosphere. This is ideal. Please write more. :D

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

Wow, you flatter me so! I'm really glad you're liking it.

I'm planning it to be an 8-part series, excluding the prologue... but I have to warn you, there is probably romance ahead eventually. Hope it's not too sappy for you. ;)

If you are pointing people to it, my website will be updated with new chapters. And thank you again for the glowing praise!

[loony-moony.livejournal.com]

Hee, you'd bet I'm going to point people to this fic. If the romance is not, you know, badly made (which I'm not sure you can achieve that, not being a teenager lusting after Orlando ;D), I'm okay with it.

LotR RPS genre seems to really blossom lately, doesn't it. ;)

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

I will do my best not to go overboard with the sap. ;)

Yeah, RPS is really seeming to take off lately... Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places for HP and POTC fics, but the LOTR-RPS seems much more vital and interesting lately.

Although evey now and then I do find something with my beloved snarky potions professor that renews my interest...

[loony-moony.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places for HP and POTC fics, but the LOTR-RPS seems much more vital and interesting lately.

Meh, I think the PotC RPS genre kinda died already....:-/
The HP is still alive....somewhere...*squints at the horizon*

Mmmmm, I know what you mean. Every now and then I find a fabulous fic featuring him that has me ensnared...;)

[wildendeavour.livejournal.com]

*shudders with lust*

Oh.My.God! That was so incredibly HOT!

guh. That Grammar lesson was such turn-on. Nothing like a man with a brain who's good in bed.

I will never be able to teach/take another grammar lesson without my brain wandering into Smutland.

Perfect. *grins*

Seriously, this was incredibly well written, as was the first part. Orlando's nervousness about being with a man for the first time was well written. Most people just throw the emotional hangups and second guessing to the wind in favor of just having the characters get it on. Points to you for making Orlando a semi-rational human (afterall, one can only be so rational when being snogged by Viggo *winks*). I also liked his returning unease after the act due to the ambiguity of the relationship. Well done!

I also enjoyed that this story started with an experiment, led to a kiss followed by a hand-job, proceded to some kinky and 'educational' exploration followed by a blow job--reciprocated by a snog and a hand job. Brilliantly done! Natural progression, not too much at once. Just enough to make one fall to their knees and beg for more. *falls to knees* *begs with puppydog eyes* Please, oh please continue this series!

I enjoyed this imensely. You are a very talented writer, with the very best of ships to sail upon. Huzzah! and Happy New Year!

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

Wow. *blush* I don't know what to say. Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. I'm really glad you like it. I'll do my best to continue to live up to the praise.

I will never be able to teach/take another grammar lesson without my brain wandering into Smutland

I hope that's a good thing. *g*

[walksbyherself]

I am in mad passionate lust with these stories. Please tell me there will be more. Please tell me there will be more soon.

...

Just remembered we're doing more deponent verbs in Latin tomorrow...I may never get through a grammar lesson w/ a straight face again. YAY.

Again, you're brilliant, I love you, and I'd be proud to have Viggo and Orli's your children.

~Kat

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

I just posted part 3 before I got your comment, so there you go - instant gratification.

I'm so glad to be bringing deviant enjoyment to so many language lessons. *g*

[justinetre.livejournal.com]

This is fab fab fabulous. This review won't be too long because I've just seen that you've put part 3 up. I'm just going to say that I really like that you added a touch of realism by giving Orli this child-like virgin edge to him