The wind carried the smell of clean air over Viggo as he sat on top of the hill, surveying everything around him. The sky was exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors as the sun rose over the horizon, bathing the sky with orange, gold, red and purple. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and committed the scene to his memory. It would make a beautiful picture later.

The horse snorted, bringing him back to this reality and he softly stroked its mane. "I get the point, TJ," he said as the horse pulled to one side. Turning, they trotted back down the hill toward the house. A sudden gust of wind blew up a whirlwind of dust and he closed his eyes quickly, avoiding sand in his eyes. He trusted the horse to get him back home safely, even if he remained blind to the world.

In the barn, he removed the bridle from TJ's mouth and began to brush the coarse fur, whispering to the horse as he cleaned him. A quick pat to the rump when he was finished sent the horse walking off to the water trough. He scanned the house for lights coming from the windows and found none. Chuckling softly, he wiped a hand over his face, smearing the dirt that covered it.

He entered the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, taking a few long drinks from it before heading down the hallway. He paused in the doorway, watching the sleeping form in the bed. The sound of soft snoring filled the room and he chuckled softly. He stood there, debating on whether he should wake Orlando gently - or run over and jump on the bed, bouncing him unmercifully awake.

Common sense - and the twinge of pain in his knee - got the better of him and he walked over, gently sitting on the side of the bed. He gasped slightly when he saw Orli's face. When people said he was breathtaking, they sure as hell weren't kidding. He closed his eyes again, committing another thing of beauty to his memory for later use.

Viggo reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, then stopped. It was more fun when Orli undressed him. Stretching out next to his lover, Viggo reached over and ghosted his hand down the length of Orli's sleeping frame, absorbing the warmth that radiated from him. That warmth traveled through him, settling into his groin and he smiled.

Not bad, old man, he thought to himself as he leaned down, kissing the tip of Orlando's nose. The small groan of protest that escaped Orli's lips was soon swallowed as Viggo kissed him, gently at first, allowing his tongue to trace the edges of his mouth. A giggle against his lips told him the younger man was awakening and he slid a hand under the sheets, rubbing it up and down Orli's back. There was a spot, right under the base of Orli's scar that Viggo was searching for.

As he softly fingered the flesh there, Orli gasped in surprise, followed by pleasure. "Mmmmm." The sleepy sound of that half moan got to Viggo every time. He pulled Orlando closer, their lips meeting again, tongues battling for supremacy. He felt a hand splay across his chest, fingers lightly drumming the skin through the thin cotton of his shirt. Pulling his head back, Viggo watched Orli smile, his eyes fluttering open.

Orlando gasped, pushing Viggo back. "Filthy human!" he said without his usual smile. Viggo chuckled and tried to pull Orli against him, but the younger man resisted. "Stop being such a prissy elf," Viggo whispered as he leaned down for another kiss, only to be met by Orli's turned head. "Seriously, Vig," Orlando said as he sat up. "You are filthy." He leaned over, sniffing. "And you smell like horse."

Viggo turned his head, sniffing himself. He smelled fine, but then again, he was used to it. Orlando pointed to his face and hands and for the first time, Viggo noticed the smudges of dirt he had left on the sheets. "Must've been the wind," he said absently, playfully running his finger down Orli's nose, leaving a streak of dirt there.

"Gross!" Orlando scrambled away from Viggo, jumping out of the bed on the other side. He stood there, completely naked, hands on slender hips. "You are not touching me again until you clean yourself!" He emphasized his point with a curt nod of the head and Viggo chuckled as he stood. "Oh yeah?" he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Orlando watched him, his eyes growing wider as Viggo walked around the bed. He shook his head and turned toward the door as the older man approached him slowly. In a flash, Orlando sprinted out of the bedroom with Viggo following him. "A little dirt never killed anybody, Orli!" he gasped as Orlando dashed into the living room. Viggo searched the room and caught a brief glimpse of tanned thigh as Orlando ran into the dining room and he quickly followed.

It went on like this for fifteen minutes - Orlando running from room to room with Viggo following, both men laughing as they went. Viggo paused for breath, leaning against the back of the couch, panting as Orlando stopped on the other side. "What's wrong, old man?" he asked, a giggle creeping into his voice. "Can't keep up with me?"

Viggo jumped over the couch, surprising Orlando. He squealed and ran again, feeling Viggo's fingers brush against him as he reached out. Viggo breathed deep, then starting chasing Orlando down the hall again. Just as he reached the bedroom door, it slammed shut in his face. "Ouch!" he yelped as his hand hit the door. It quickly flew open, a look of concern clouding Orlando's face.

"You okay?" he asked. Viggo nodded, holding his throbbing hand. Orlando reached for it. "Let me see," he said softly. Viggo held his hand out for inspection. Orlando's fingers were gentle as he prodded it, looking for any obvious signs of injury. With a wicked smile, Viggo grabbed him, pulling his naked body next to him. Orlando squealed as Viggo rubbed his cheek against Orlando's smooth skin, leaving traces of dirt everywhere.

"You tricked me!" Orlando said, lightly smacking the back of Viggo's head. Viggo just shrugged as he picked Orlando up and threw him over his shoulder, heading to the bathroom. With one hand, he reached in and turned on the water in the shower, checking the temperature with his fingers as Orlando struggled to get down. When the water was just right, Viggo let Orli slip to the ground. Again, he was met with the hands on the hips.

"You are such a caveman!" Orlando huffed. Viggo nodded wordlessly as he pulled his shirt over his head. He leisurely scratched the patch of hair above his waistband before he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. Orlando's breath caught in his throat as the worn denim passed over Viggo's hips and dropped to the floor. Viggo stepped into the warm spray of water, leaving the shower door open. Looking over at Orlando, he whispered huskily, "Are you going to stand there and stare…or are you gonna join me?"

Orlando shook his head, trying to clear it before stepping into the shower with Viggo. The door clicked shut behind him as he was pushed against the wall, his lips claimed in a heated kiss. Suddenly the dirt didn't matter much any more as he felt Viggo's erection pressed against his belly. Steam billowed around them, creating a sea of clouds.

Viggo's hands rested on the tiled surface on either side of Orlando's head and the only contact between them were lips and straining cocks. Desperate moans drifted upward with the steam as Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist, pulling their hips closer together. Their bodies danced an obscene bump and grind, each man becoming more and more excited with every touch.

Viggo pulled his head back slightly, staring into Orlando's eyes. The chocolate orbs had darkened, almost black with desire. Orli gave him a wicked smile of his own before sliding down the wet tiled wall, dropping to his knees in front of Viggo. He breathed deep, taking in the intoxicating smell, a mixture of warm water, sweat and the musky scent that belonged to Viggo.

Viggo's head dropped forward, his forehead resting against the shower wall as he felt Orli's lips pass over the head of his cock, moving it deeper into his throat. Opening his eyes, he watched as the throbbing flesh played peek-a-boo with him. All the way into the back of Orli's throat, almost all the way back out. Over and over again, soft lips tightened over cock, bathing it in wetness…sweetness…Orli.

Orli chuckled softly around the swollen flesh in his mouth, sending vibrations straight into the pit of Viggo's stomach. When his breath became ragged, Viggo pushed himself back from the wall, his cock falling out of Orli's mouth with a soft plop. He grabbed Orli's hand and pulled him up, crushing him in a tight embrace as their lips met once again.

Orli's hand scrambled across the shelf on the wall, grabbing a bottle of conditioner. He squeezed the thick cream onto Viggo's hand and looked up at him with a smile. Dropping his gaze, Orli watched as the other man stroked his cock, spreading the conditioner on his cock before rubbing the rest onto his fingers. Wordlessly, Orlando turned and braced himself against the wall, swaying his hips in invitation.

Viggo needed no further encouragement as he slid a finger into the tight entrance offered to him. Orlando moaned as he felt the soft stoking inside, wiggling his hips even more. A second finger was added, scissoring back and forth, stretching him out. A squealgaspmoan escaped his lips as Viggo's fingers prodded his sweet spot and he turned his head. "Now, Vig," he gasped. "Need you. Inside. Now."

Viggo needed no other encouragement as he gently pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the swollen head of his cock. He slid in with the ease of a well-worn key sliding into a familiar lock. He waited for a moment, just enjoying the feel of Orli's tight heat embracing him for the millionth time. When Orlando's hips began to rock back against him, Viggo started to move.

He pulled out, nothing more but the purplish head of his cock inside of his lover before jerking his hips forward, burying himself in heaven once again. Viggo wrapped one arm around Orli's waist, his hand resting on the opposite hip. Orlando supported their weight against the wall as Viggo's hand wrapped around his cock. He didn't move his hand, just formed a snug circle around it.

Before long, Orli's hips took on a life of their own as he began to rock back against Viggo's thrust, causing his cock to slide in and out of the ring of fingers around it. Both men were moaning, begging, encouraging. Viggo felt Orlando shudder against him and knew it wouldn't be much longer. He thrust harder, faster, deeper. Orli moaned, his arms tightening as he anticipated the outcome.

His balls tightened as the first drops of pearly liquid splashed against the shower wall. "VIG!" His voice echoed off the shower wall as Viggo buried himself one last time. Both men exploded in a rush of heat and light and love. Panting, Viggo collapsed against Orlando's back, trying to catch his breath. He stayed inside until his cock began to soften, and it slipped out easily. Orlando turned and kissed him softly.

Their eyes met and Orlando giggled, grabbing the sponge behind him. He handed it to Viggo and poured soap onto it, pointing to his face. "You're still dirty," he said. Viggo chuckled, quickly washing himself off before turning the sponge on Orlando. They washed, rinsed and stepped out of the shower. As Orlando wrapped a towel around his hips, Viggo looked at him with a smile on his face. "Guess humans aren't the only ones who can get filthy, are they, elf boy?"

~færdig~

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