TITLE: What Makes You Happy (3/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (slashyelizabeth)
PAIRING: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Orlando gets laid
FEEDBACK: Go ahead, make my day
WARNINGS: Semi-AU (insofar as Stuart was never fired and Viggo never joined the cast), prostitution
DISCLAIMER: Obviously, Stuart was fired and Viggo did join the cast, so this is your first clue that this is all bullshit.
ARCHIVE: Take my booty, just holler back at me
BETA: The incomparable goddess lostiawen



Orlando wondered if room service would be appropriate. Maybe the man would appreciate it if he ordered some champagne before he arrived.

“Oh yeah, and why don’t you order the chocolate-covered strawberries while you’re at it?” said a little voice in his head sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ll have to work very hard to seduce this bloke.”

“Sod off,” he grumbled to the voice. How was Orlando to know the proper etiquette for being a client of an escort service? He already suspected that he would win points for being freshly showered. He was dressed just in the hotel’s thick terry cloth robe, leaving less work for this Vic fellow to do. And he already planned on tipping, unless the sex was horrible. Really, this shouldn’t be too bad of a job for the other man.

As the minutes ticked by and Orlando watched the clock, he wondered about what his ‘compatible’ escort might be like. As long as the man was relatively good-looking and a few years older than he was, he figured he’d be okay. And he hoped that whoever it was wouldn’t be nervous and would let him really give a good and proper fucking. Oh, and not a lot of crazy facial hair. Or too much chest hair. Damn, he should have mentioned that earlier.

Two sharp knocks sounded at the door. Orlando was so startled that he almost fell off of the bed. “Shit,” he muttered. Making sure his robe was tied properly, he walked over to the door and took a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“It’s Vic.”

It was the moment of truth. Orlando opened the door and silently thanked whatever gods of gay sex might exist when he saw the man in front of him. Vic was about an inch taller than Orlando, with ash-blond hair and clear blue eyes. There was a distinctive cleft in his chin and a scar that marred his upper lip. He filled out his jeans and button-down perfectly, giving Orlando the impression that he was well built underneath the layers of fabric. Yes, the compatibility factor seemed to be working.

What struck him the most about Vic was that he was older than Orlando had been expecting. He had to be about forty, possibly forty-five. It had been a long time since Orlando had slept with someone more than a full decade older than he. As he closed the door behind the escort, he blurted out, “They told you that I top, right?”

He immediately felt like an idiot. Just because this man was older, taller, and had a presence about him didn’t mean that he wouldn’t bottom. After all, he was paid to do so. Which made Orlando feel even worse about asking the question.

Vic just smiled a toothy smile. “Yeah, they did. It’s not a problem in my book.”

“I’m sorry. I just…you…you don’t look like most bottoms I’ve met.”

“I’m versatile. It all depends on the client I have.” This was said with a wink, and Orlando blushed. “So, may I call you Orlando?”

“What else would you call me?”

“This is the first time you’ve done this, isn’t it? Raquel said she thought it was—”

“It’s not the first time! I’m twenty-six!” Orlando stammered.

“Your first time with an escort,” Vic said, putting his hands up in a conciliatory gesture. “Not your first time.”

“Oh.”

“Some clients like to be called by a different name. Some like to roleplay. Some like to be called Sir. Raquel said you didn’t want any domination fantasies, so I guess you don’t want to be called Master.”

“Just Orlando is fine.” He was beginning to feel a bit in over his head. “My friends call me Orli.”

“Which do you prefer?”

“Uh, Orlando.”

“Okay. And do you have a name you’d like to use for me? Someone you’d like me to be?”

“Yourself?” Orlando shrugged.

“I’m never quite that,” Vic chuckled. Orlando supposed this was true, and that Vic had to be as good an actor as anyone he worked with if he could do this and retain some semblance of dignity. “So, with that out of the way, I need to ask for the money.”

“Right, of course.” Cash changed hands quickly, and another disarming grin flashed at Orlando.

“Thanks. So, two hours. Where do you want to begin? I see that you already hit the shower,” Vic said with a gesture towards the bathrobe.

“Figured I’d get clean,” Orlando laughed nervously. “And my back gets stiff sometimes. Steam and hot water help.”

“How about a massage for that back?” Vic’s voice seemed to drop an octave, rendering it a true bedroom voice. Orlando swallowed hard, feeling himself stir.

“Are you good at them?”

“I’m very, very good.” Christ on a biscuit. The way he said that could make a bishop hard.

“Then let’s start with a massage, yeah?” Orlando turned and walked to the bed, hoping that Vic wouldn’t see how he was a bit flustered by the other man’s honeyed drawl.

Sometimes doing nude scenes on camera came in handy in real life. This was what Orlando decided as he shed his robe without any modesty and lay face down on the king-sized bed. He could be naked in front of a stranger now if he had done it for his job. And this time it wouldn’t irk him if there were any lascivious stares.

“I’ve got two massage oils, peppermint and vanilla,” Vic said, pulling something out of the little nylon pack he’d carried with him. “Pick your poison.”

“Peppermint.” He was relieved there were no flowery scents. His last boyfriend had insisted on using lavender and jasmine oils, which never did anything for him. It didn’t surprise him that the boyfriend ended up going straight.

“Mind if I take my shirt off?” Vic asked. “Don’t want to get any oil on it.”

That made sense. “Go ahead.” Orlando was suddenly very happy that Vic was so conscious about shirt stains as the powder-blue fabric fell to the floor, leaving the other man bare-chested. ‘No wonder people pay him to get naked,’ Orlando thought as he stared without shame at the half-naked hunk in front of him.

Vic joined Orlando on the bed, straddling the younger man’s legs as he poured some oil into his hands. Orlando tensed, realizing that he was about to be touched by a virtual stranger, something he didn’t do much of anymore. Sensing his partner’s new batch of nerves, Vic just murmured, “Relax.” Then his hands were pressing into Orlando’s lower back, and it all fell into place.

Orlando found that relaxing should have been very easy when you had skilled hands pushing and pulling the kinks from your overworked back. However, the press of Vic’s jeans against his bare skin and the way that calloused fingers trailed along Orlando’s flesh like he knew just what the young man needed, made the situation more arousing than anything else. He went from half-mast to ready for action in what felt like two seconds; soon he was rubbing against the bed to get some friction for his long-neglected cock.

“Been a while?” Vic purred, not really expecting an answer.

Orlando felt like he should blush at the comment, but instead found himself moaning as lips brushed unexpectedly against the curve of his back. “Fuck,” he gasped.

“What do you want, Orlando?” The way Vic said his name made Orlando shiver. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” Orlando whispered, his cock growing impossibly harder at the thought.

“Do you want me to suck you?”

“I won’t last if you do that,” he groaned.

“What about if I use my mouth another way?”

“L-like what?” He knew what Vic meant, but he just couldn’t believe that a stranger would do that. Of course, said stranger was a prostitute, so perhaps it wasn’t so farfetched.

“Like this.”

Orlando clutched at the comforter as warm breath fanned over the entrance to his body. A low moan was all he managed for encouragement at the first flicker of tongue, but it seemed good enough for Vic. The same hands that had rubbed his back moments earlier now were keeping him steady and open so that Vic’s tongue could slide inside of him, tasting all of his need and desire.

He wasn’t quite sure where one learned to give such a good rim job, so Orlando wondered if this was just natural talent on the other man’s part. He knew that none of his previous partners had ever given him such a thorough tongue fucking; they had always seen rimming or oral sex as something obligatory before Orlando would fuck them. But Vic kept at it until Orlando was whimpering, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the blanket harder.

“Stop…going to come if you don’t stop,” he managed to gasp. He knew that if he came now he’d be able to come again, but the clock was ticking on the two-hour session.

Vic licked over Orlando’s hole one last time, then pulled away and reached for his pack again. “How do you want me?” he asked as he retrieved a strip of condoms and some lube.

Orlando had to think for a minute. Each position had its definite advantages. “From behind,” he said finally.

Vic nodded his acquiescence. Placing the supplies in front of Orlando, he said, “A rainbow of condoms. Pick your favorite color.”

A smile crossed Orlando’s face at the green, blue, and purple condoms in front of him. “No yellow?”

“Sorry, all out,” Vic chuckled. “Tell Raquel you want yellow condoms the next time you book an appointment.”

Orlando laughed. “She must hear the weirdest shit,” he said.

“Oh, I have some stories I could tell you.” Vic stepped out of his jeans, surprising Orlando with his lack of underwear as his hard cock sprang up at once. And then Orlando found himself surprised for a different reason, as he beheld the very respectable size of the other man’s endowment.

“No wonder you said that you’re ‘versatile,’” Orlando laughed, recalling Vic’s earlier response about topping vs. bottoming. “I mean, y’know, people must want…uh…” He pointed embarrassedly at Vic’s cock.

Vic looked amused. “Like I said, it’s all about what the client wants.”

If Orlando’s cheeks got any redder, he guessed that they’d be on fire. “Yeah. That makes sense,” he muttered, feeling idiotic again.

“And what I think you want is to fuck me, am I right?”

He could’ve kissed the man for not laughing yet again at Orlando’s first-timer nerves and foot-in-mouth tendencies. Of course, he wouldn’t mind kissing him, period. Now that he knew how skillful Vic’s tongue could be, Orlando was wondering if that whole prostitutes-not-kissing-on-the-mouth myth had any truth to it. He hoped it didn’t.

Deciding to show Vic that he was all business and could be a very in-charge top, Orlando selected a blue condom and slid it onto his hard cock. “Yes, I’d like to fuck you,” he said, sounding a bit more polite than he intended.

Vic fluidly assumed a tempting position, resting his head on his hands as his back arched out at Orlando. The sight of a firm ass presented as an open invitation was all that Orlando needed. Lubrication was quickly slathered over both Orlando’s fingers and his cock. It had been too long, and there would be no more delays.

A groan was the only noise that Vic made as two fingers slid into him, but Orlando knew enough to sense that it was a groan of pleasure. Vic was tight, but there was no tension in his body. His back arched lower, pushing his ass up towards Orlando in a plea for more. ‘Ian was right,’ Orlando realized belatedly. ‘These people are talented professionals.’

Orlando started to scissor his fingers to ensure that his partner was opened enough. When he curled them for good measure, Vic’s throaty cry made his cock drip with pent-up need. One more finger was added, but soon Orlando knew that it was time to get on with it.

“Ready, mate?” he asked.

“Fuck me, Orlando,” Vic moaned. “Just put your cock in me, please!” Even though the rational part of his brain told Orlando the words were nothing more than an escort doing his job to flatter the john, it still gave him a thrill to hear it.

He pushed into Vic easily, sinking into impossible, clinging heat. His short nails dug into Vic’s hips, leaving ten little marks. Sweat pooled on his brow, and breathing suddenly became difficult. This was what he had been longing for.

Beneath him, gasps of pleasure – genuine or not, he didn’t care – were enough to make Orlando start thrusting. He found that he loved the different noises that Vic made; there were moans, hisses, sighs, and even the occasional growl when Orlando thrusted hard and deep. Orlando varied the speed of his movements to try and make everything last as long as it could. He hoped that his cock wouldn’t get too excited too quickly, as he hadn’t had a fuck as good as this in a very long time.

“So damned good,” he moaned, deciding to let Vic know that he was indeed enjoying himself.

“God, keep going,” was the response he got.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” Orlando marveled between thrusts. Not that he had given much thought to the matter, but he would have reasoned that someone who had sex for a living might not be able to put his cock in such a vise.

Orlando changed his angle, driving deeper and sliding over Vic’s prostate. “Fuck!” Vic cried. His hole tensed around Orlando, sending sparks through the younger man’s body. Orlando repeated the maneuver, getting the same results.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Vic groaned, his head buried in a pillow. His body rocked slowly along with Orlando’s thrusts.

“Does it feel good to have my cock deep inside of you?” Even as he asked the question, Orlando felt a twinge of guilt. This wasn’t someone who was taking his cock because he craved it; Vic was doing it to make a living. He pushed the guilt aside. Vic was paid well enough, and he’d think about such things after his orgasm.

“I love it…give me more!” Vic writhed under him, clenching each time Orlando thrust hard.

It was impossible not to give him more. That feeling of losing himself in an abyss of hot flesh with every thrust was overpowering. At this point, Orlando’s grip on Vic’s hips would leave bruises. He was thrusting so hard that his motions seemed to blur. He raced towards climax and thought of nothing else.

When Orlando came, it was with a sharp cry and a low groan. His body tensed and released as he filled the condom, then he slumped down on top of Vic. After a few seconds, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he recovered from the sensations of a long-overdue fuck.

He looked at the man next to him. Vic sat up and let out a deep breath. His cock was hard and dripping. “So, let Raquel know if you want to see me again,” he said nonchalantly.

“That’s it?” Orlando was shocked. He tried to hide it by busying himself with disposing of the condom.

“You paid for two hours. It’s been an hour and forty-three minutes. It’s up to you if you want the last seventeen minutes. I’d give you an all-nighter, but I have other clients.”

Guilt now smacked Orlando in the face. He had just paid a man for sex, used him, and wasn’t being asked for anything in return. Vic probably wasn’t even allowed to ask for his own pleasure, Orlando realized. No prostitute would ask his client to go down on him. And now Vic had to go get the same treatment from other clients.

“Um…do you want a hand with that?” Orlando asked, gesturing towards Vic’s erection.

“Don’t worry about it, Orlando.” Vic smiled and cleaned himself off. Conscious of Orlando’s eyes on him, he started to pull on his jeans, which was somewhat difficult considering the stiffy he had to fit into the constrictive denim. “But thank you.”

“So can I see you again?”

“Just call the service. They know when I work.”

Orlando nodded. “Yeah, I will.” He remembered the issue of tipping. “Oh, hang on….” He reached for his wallet.

“Thank you,” Vic said sincerely as Orlando handed him an extra $500. He was fully dressed again, although the top three buttons of his shirt were open, allowing Orlando to appreciate the blonde hairs on his chest.

‘Shit, I need a boyfriend or something,’ Orlando thought. ‘It’s not good to be ogling this man so much.’ Realizing that he was standing there, looking at Vic but not saying anything, Orlando laughed nervously. “Sorry. None of the blood is in my brain right now.”

“I understand.” Vic’s smile was almost enough to make Orlando pay him for a whole night instead of the two now-bygone hours. But there were other clients. Which was what he was, and it wouldn’t be good to develop some silly crush on a man he was paying for a shag.

“Have a good night, Vic.”

“Same to you.” With one last smile, Vic turned and walked out of the hotel room.

Orlando groaned and sank back down onto the bed. He looked at the rumpled sheets and the discarded robe on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was flooded with relief at having finally found some satisfaction. That was immediately followed by longing and shame. This was wonderful. He had finally gotten laid, but he had paid someone for it, and now he found himself yearning for more time with an escort. Even for him, this was a fucked-up situation.

He looked over the messy bed again and laughed. Why couldn’t he be straight so that nobody would give a fuck if he picked up some random shag in a bar? That would make this so much easier. But nothing was ever easy, was it? At least, it never was for him. And now he felt guilty as all fuck, wondering if Vic would get enough of what he had been paid and if his other clients would treat him well tonight. Not to mention that he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing the older man’s smile. This wasn’t what he had bargained for.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “I am never doing that again.”

TBC

SAFETY NOTE: I am fully aware that my characters should have used a dental dam when rimming in this chapter. However, it didn’t fit with the flow of the story as I was writing it, so I left it out. In real life, please practice safe sex at every turn!