Twelve Days of Christmas - Part Twelve
Title: Twelve Days of Christmas
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Pairing: PG13-NC17
Christmas Day
"Sleep well?"
Elijah cracked one eye open, and saw Viggo leaning over him, with a tray laden with a willow-patterned teapot, two cups and saucers and a plate of biscuits, as well as matching sugar bowl and milk jug.
"Yeah, thanks," he mumbled sleepily, and sat up. "Merry Christmas."
Viggo sat on the bed next to him, and pulled him into a hug so Elijah's head rested on his shoulder.
"Tea?"
"Yes please."
Viggo poured it, and handed Elijah the cup and saucer. They sipped in silence for a moment, then Viggo kissed Elijah's forehead.
"Thanks for trusting me," he said quietly.
"And thank you," Elijah said, "for letting me."
Viggo smiled, and they drank the tea in silence. Elijah put his cup on the little bedside table next to him.
"I'm sorry I backed out last night."
Viggo waved a hand, dismissing this, and put his own empty cup on his table. "You were amazing."
"I bet it wasn't much fun for you."
"It was," Viggo said comfortingly.
"I don't know what happened - I'd psyched myself up, I wanted to go the whole way but - "
"Its alright, Elijah. I understand."
There was a moment of silence, then Elijah said, tentatively, "You think we could try again? Please?"
***
Half an hour later
Viggo cracked open the condom and rolled it on, then opened the tube of lube, letting it warm on his fingers for a moment. As he lowered his hand, Elijah closed his eyes, and let out a hitching breath.
"It's OK, it's OK," Viggo whispered, and pressed his lips back to Elijah's while he ran his fingers slowly and gently over the point of entry. Elijah began to relax, muscles in his thighs untensing slowly.
"There. There," Viggo said softly, and began to ease himself inside.
"Viggo - " panted Elijah. Sweat began to run down his temples. He groaned. Viggo waited a moment to let him get used to the fullness, then inched in a little more.
"There. Are you OK?" he asked eventually.
Elijah nodded - his eyes were full of pain.
"Sorry," Viggo whispered, kissing the damp forehead. "It's OK, not much more now."
Elijah whimpered, closed his eyes. Viggo began to rub his cock gently.
"There, that's good," Elijah gasped at last.
Viggo, waves of relief running through him, smiled down. "Good. Good."
He began to rock gently, lowering his lips to Elijah's. Elijah fisted his hands in the duvet covers with small moans and groans as Viggo hit his sweet spot over and over
-
And before he knew it he was coming harder than he had in years, and he could feel Viggo doing the same.
Viggo withdrew and lay next to him while they struggled to regain their breath.
"OK?" he asked tenderly.
"Yes," Elijah said, turning onto his side to kiss Viggo again. "Thank you."
Viggo smiled too. "Merry Christmas," he said, wrapping his arms around Elijah before both fell into a post-sex sleep.
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Pairing: PG13-NC17
Christmas Day
"Sleep well?"
Elijah cracked one eye open, and saw Viggo leaning over him, with a tray laden with a willow-patterned teapot, two cups and saucers and a plate of biscuits, as well as matching sugar bowl and milk jug.
"Yeah, thanks," he mumbled sleepily, and sat up. "Merry Christmas."
Viggo sat on the bed next to him, and pulled him into a hug so Elijah's head rested on his shoulder.
"Tea?"
"Yes please."
Viggo poured it, and handed Elijah the cup and saucer. They sipped in silence for a moment, then Viggo kissed Elijah's forehead.
"Thanks for trusting me," he said quietly.
"And thank you," Elijah said, "for letting me."
Viggo smiled, and they drank the tea in silence. Elijah put his cup on the little bedside table next to him.
"I'm sorry I backed out last night."
Viggo waved a hand, dismissing this, and put his own empty cup on his table. "You were amazing."
"I bet it wasn't much fun for you."
"It was," Viggo said comfortingly.
"I don't know what happened - I'd psyched myself up, I wanted to go the whole way but - "
"Its alright, Elijah. I understand."
There was a moment of silence, then Elijah said, tentatively, "You think we could try again? Please?"
***
Half an hour later
Viggo cracked open the condom and rolled it on, then opened the tube of lube, letting it warm on his fingers for a moment. As he lowered his hand, Elijah closed his eyes, and let out a hitching breath.
"It's OK, it's OK," Viggo whispered, and pressed his lips back to Elijah's while he ran his fingers slowly and gently over the point of entry. Elijah began to relax, muscles in his thighs untensing slowly.
"There. There," Viggo said softly, and began to ease himself inside.
"Viggo - " panted Elijah. Sweat began to run down his temples. He groaned. Viggo waited a moment to let him get used to the fullness, then inched in a little more.
"There. Are you OK?" he asked eventually.
Elijah nodded - his eyes were full of pain.
"Sorry," Viggo whispered, kissing the damp forehead. "It's OK, not much more now."
Elijah whimpered, closed his eyes. Viggo began to rub his cock gently.
"There, that's good," Elijah gasped at last.
Viggo, waves of relief running through him, smiled down. "Good. Good."
He began to rock gently, lowering his lips to Elijah's. Elijah fisted his hands in the duvet covers with small moans and groans as Viggo hit his sweet spot over and over
-
And before he knew it he was coming harder than he had in years, and he could feel Viggo doing the same.
Viggo withdrew and lay next to him while they struggled to regain their breath.
"OK?" he asked tenderly.
"Yes," Elijah said, turning onto his side to kiss Viggo again. "Thank you."
Viggo smiled too. "Merry Christmas," he said, wrapping his arms around Elijah before both fell into a post-sex sleep.