Title: Ain't Gonna Ask You Author: Jen Lynn (ilovelegolas@n...) Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen Rating: NC-17 Summary: Spending the night Warnings: Angst Disclaimer: None of this happened. I made it all up in my sick, twisted little mind. I am making no claims about anyone's actual sexual orientation. Note: Response the July Challenge. Wanted to write something, this is what happened. Feedback would be lovely. Norah Jones ( Cover - Johnny Yard/Dog Jones ) If you wanted to stay With me tonight That's alright But I ain't gonna ask you It's late and you're tired And it's so cold outside So I don't mind But I ain't gonna ask you It could be nice It could be wild If we share a few hours together And if you don't love me But don't know if that's clear Don't you fear 'Cause I ain't gonna ask you Don't you fear 'Cause I ain't gonna ask you His skin slides against mine in that primal dance. A kiss, rough and deep claims my soul. I didn't ask for this. I couldn't. Even though this is all I have wanted since I first looked into his eyes. Wanted. Craved. Ached for. Abject lust and need on a level I have never experienced. His hands on my body, his lips on my lips. And now this. His cock inside me. Hard as steel, hot and slick as molten lava. And those sounds he makes. I'd dreamed of hearing them, of hearing him call my name in passion. And now he does. And it is more than I hoped for. He's moving inside me now, moving slowly and gently. He brushes that place so few have touched and the world I know explodes. A new world is born when his hot breath blows against my neck and he whispers my name. I moan in answer. It's too much and too little, this pleasure he's giving me. His hand moves along my needy flesh now, his thumb smears the liquid seeping from the tip. His fingertips softly trace my shaft, moving up and down the length. He lightly cups my testicles, tenderly stroking my sensitive skin. He thrusts deeper inside me, filling me to the hilt with each easy, fluid movement. I sob his name. Yes, sob. Because when your dreams come true, what can you do but cry with joy? I slide my greedy hands over his back, feel the warm soft skin. I bring my hands up to his face, and take hold of his head. I bring my lips against his and kiss him softly. He returns the kiss with abandon. His tongue plunges into my mouth. It's brutal and untamed, this kiss. His thrusts now match this intensity as he urgently and desperately seeks to find his release within the tight hold of my body. I tighten my thighs around him and match his rhythm. I tear my mouth free of his then and scream his name as I come inside his hand, my seed coating our bellies. He continues to pound my body until he too lets out a wild yell as he spends himself inside of me. He collapses against me heavily, becoming a limp, comfortable weight against my body. I run my shaking hands down his back. He allows this intimacy for a moment but then seems to think better of it. He moves off of me, laying his body down next to me on the bed, but not too close. I study his face. His eyes are shut, his expression unreadable. He rakes his fingers through his longish hair. The silence is unbearable but I don't know what to say to him now. The only words that form in my mind are the only ones I can't speak. I want to say 'I love you'. I've loved you for years now. But I won't say those words to him because maybe he doesn't want to hear them. But I have to say something. "Why did you come here tonight?" I ask. He opens his eyes and looks at me. His expression is that of tenderness mixed with confusion. He rolls onto his side and touches my cheek. "I missed you," he says. "Missed me?" "No one's ever understood me the way you do. And I feel... I feel lost these days..." "And this...what..." I fumble with the words. "Please... don't look at me that way. I can't... I know how you feel about me and I just can't...I don't feel that way--" I place my fingers against his lips to quiet him. "It's okay," I say, choking on the words, "It's okay. I wasn't going to ask... it's okay." He crawls close to me then and curls against me, sinking into my willing embrace. He presses his face against my chest and I stroke his silken hair. "Thanks for letting me spend the night Vig," he whispers. I swallow hard and fight back the tears. "Anytime Orli."