Title: A Perfect Dream. Part 1-50/50
Author: Jen Lynn
E-mail: ilovelegolas@n...
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17 (Language, sexual situations)
Summary: Orlando's been suffering the effects of the Helm's Deep shoot and
Viggo offers him a little TLC.
Feedback would be lovely.
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.
I just wrote this to have some good, dirty, fun.
Archive: Lirimaer. LegolasLovesAragorn. Others please ask.
Note: I saw this quote from Orlando about filming the Helm's Deep sequence,
"That was nine weeks of night shoots that pretty much broke most of us. It was
physically very demanding." And this fic was born. It takes place sometime
during the filming of The Lord Of The Rings


A Perfect Dream

Sara Fimm

Halfway gone
Can't find the path
You've fallen off
There's this place in me for you
Elements of me
I see in twos
Me looking back at you
And there's this place in me
To light this perfect dream.
I hear the reverie
Please don't apologize
You'll be immortalized
In the weight of this melody
In the daze of my perfect dream
My Perfect Dream.

Part 1: Breaking

Orlando Bloom was breaking. He felt it happening day by day, his psyche
shattering, little pieces of the man that used to be Orli scattered on the
floor like so much discarded trash. Maybe it was living like a vampire that
was doing this to him. This feeling like he was coming unglued. He wanted to
scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to rip those stupid gelatin ears off and tear
the damnable blond wig apart. But he did none of these things.

They were into week seven of the battle at Helm's Deep shoot and Orlando was
feeling like he was about to crack. The constant darkness didn't help. Night
after night of shooting. At first it was fun, seeing parts of the day most
never did. Eating dinner at sunrise, going to bed at noon. The schedule meant
less time with the Hobbits but that wasn't so bad at first because he got to
spend more and more time with Viggo. They had begun having dinner at dawn as
soon as the hellish Helm's Deep sequence was begun. Sometimes with others from
the crew, sometimes just the two of them. It felt nice to Orli. The
hero-worship lingered a bit but somehow they had clicked in that way you just
click sometimes with someone. He really liked Viggo's company. Maybe a little
too much, he began to think, so Orli decided to cut back on the dinners. He
started missing Elijah, Dom, and Billy. Wondered at the fun the three must've
been having without him. Listened to messages left on his answering machine
from them, detailing the good time he was left out of. It had changed all of a
sudden. The up all night, sleep all day schedule got to him. He stopped
returning their calls. Stopped his flirty banter with the makeup artist.
Orlando became quiet, unresponsive. He had turned into a sullen introvert.
Orlando could actually feel himself collapsing under the weight of exhaustion.
His body ached from the sheer physical strain of the fight sequences. In
particular, his back was talking to him everyday, all day. First it was
nothing, a minor twinge he ignored. Then a faint throbbing that he mentally
pushed aside. Then the ache that just wouldn't go away, despite downing pill
after pill of ibuprofen and laying with heat pads on his back when he would try
to fall asleep just as the sun came up. He felt his muscles seizing, spasms
running down the length of his back. The only real cure was rest. He thanked
whatever divine power that was listening for the fact that it was finally the
weekend.

Orli knew he wasn't the only one feeling the effects of Helm's Deep. The
entire crew wore the same tired almost defeated look. So he said nothing.
Didn't want to seem like a prima donna. He took enough ribbing as it was for
being the "pretty elf".

Today Orlando was just off. His back was humming and he was missing his marks,
moving sluggishly. And then came Viggo's attempt at good-natured ribbing.
"What's wrong Orli, need a manicure?" Tears had suddenly pricked at his eyes
and any comeback remark about "filthy humans" was smothered. "I'm fine," he
responded curtly. But before "action" could be yelled he felt the tears
beginning to spill, felt the contacts slipping. "Fucking contacts!" He
growled. Viggo was standing behind him and moved to look into his eyes. He
saw the tears. Orlando feared another remark about his "elven prissiness" but
it didn't come. He just looked at Orli with concern. Peter was telling the
young man to remove them if they were giving him problems and not to worry
about it. So he did and they went on with the filming. Orlando pushed through
the tightness he was feeling in his back and finished the night out. He didn't
know how much more of this he could take. What had been nothing short of the
best time of his life had quickly deteriorated into a living hell.

It was raining as the sun came up. Real rain, after being pounded for hours by
the man-made stuff. The constant rain was as bad as the permanent night. Orli
was drenched all the time. His skin felt clammy and he always felt cold. He'd
crawl into bed, alone, and bury himself under the blankets but never shake the
chill. Now he was in the trailer, pulling the damn ears off, removing the
accursed wig. He was so grateful he had two days off coming up.

"Dinner Orlando?" Viggo asked. He saw the younger man jump, not having heard
him come in.

"Not tonight Viggo," came the answer. It had been the same answer going on
three weeks now.

'What's wrong honey, you have a headache?" the American teased lightly.
Orlando didn't answer. He was leaning against the table in front of the
mirror, palms braced against the wood. Viggo took a few slow steps closer. He
gently laid a hand on Orlando's back. Orli twitched and jerked away from the
touch.

"Just fucking leave me alone Viggo," he hissed. He couldn't suppress the
tortured little sob that broke from his lips or keep his face from twisting in
pain.

"You're hurting," Viggo said. "Let me help you, take you to see a doctor."
Viggo was very worried about the young man. Everyone was sore and tired from
the Helm's Deep sequence but to see the usually vibrant, joyful Orlando looking
this way was nerve-racking.

"I-I'm fine...j-just go," he begged, feeling the tears threatening. The pain
wasn't so bad, but added to missing his mates and being so fucking cold, it had
left him on verge of weeping. To make matters worse Viggo was there, looking
warm and compassionate and Orli wished he could just wrap himself up in the
larger man's arms.

"It's your back?" he asked, everyone knew the story behind the injury.

"Gets stiff if I overdo it.I just need to rest." he insisted.

Viggo saw the intense suffering in the younger man's chocolate brown depths and
thought it was more than just aching muscles that were upsetting him. But Orli
was an adult, if he said he just needed rest then Viggo wasn't going to push
it. So Viggo just nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let me take you home," he said
in a commanding, heir to the throne of Gondor kind of way.

Orlando couldn't protest. He just let Viggo lead him to the car, guiding him
by lightly holding one of his arms. When they got to Orli's place Viggo walked
him into his bedroom.

"You don't have to stay," Orlando said in a tone that told Viggo the words were
all lies.

"You must be tired of suffering all alone," Viggo said compassionately.

Orlando's face crumpled. He began to weep openly, overwhelmed by the soft,
tender words. "These last seven weeks have been killing me," he admitted,
sitting down on the bed.

Viggo sat beside the younger man. He wanted to touch Orli, to provide comfort.
"It's been hard on everyone Orli," he said, cautiously laying a hand on his
young friend's back. He felt the tightness there. "You don't have to feel
like your alone, that no one understands."

Orlando closed his eyes. Viggo's hand felt so good, so warm. "I don't know
why its gotten to me so much." he whispered.

Viggo began gently kneading the tight muscles beneath his fingers. "Movie
shoots can be stressful, this part we're filming is doubly so, you're just not
used to it," he said softly. Orli turned his body sideways, moving his legs up
onto the bed, to allow the massage. He seemed to lean back a little, into the
older man's touch. Viggo couldn't stop a small smile from curling his mouth.
It felt so perfectly right to be touching Orlando. They had started to get
close during Helm's Deep. All those dinners, Viggo conspiring to have it be
just the two of them and not admitting to himself why. Realizing it wasn't
just that Orli was funny, and smart. Or that his perspective on acting was so
fresh and new that Viggo found it exhilarating to talk about their craft for
hours on end with him. Admitting to himself finally, that there was more, that
his heart beat a little harder when he thought of the young man. "Is this
okay?" Viggo asked in a low, deep voice. He was getting hard, just from being
so close to Orli and touching him in an almost intimate way.

"Fuck yes," Orlando breathed. He felt the tension draining, the muscles slowly
unknotting. How long had he wanted to know how it would feel to be touched by
Viggo but been unable to own up to it? How many times had he woken from a
lust-soaked dream but chalked it up to more of that confusing hero-worship
thing he felt for the guy? All the time he had spent with Viggo these last
weeks, before cutting himself off from others, had only deepened his
attraction. For that's what it was, he had to admit. Both of Viggo's strong
yet gentle hands were working the muscles in his back now, sending frissons of
pleasure down his whole body, amassing in his belly, spiking through his groin.

"Might feel better without your shirt on," Viggo found himself saying, trying
to keep the huskiness out of his voice. The sentence itself sounded semi-lewd
in Viggo's head, he didn't need Orli hearing the desire in his voice.

Orli felt his heart pound faster in his chest. "Right," he said. He reached
down to the bottom of the shirt and started to pull it up over his head. He
felt Viggo's hands helping him get the garment off, and let Viggo take it and
throw it into the corner. Orlando took a deep breath. He whimpered softly as
he felt the older man's hands on his skin.

At the sound Viggo retracted his fingers. "I hurt you?" A shake of the head
told Viggo no.

"Feels good to be touched by you Vig," Orlando whispered huskily

Viggo's cock twitched. "I've wanted to touch you for a long time Orlando," he
answered in the same kind of rasping whisper.

"You have?" Orlando asked, nonplussed. "But why?"

A throaty little laugh escaped the other man's lips. "Come on Orli, I know you
know you're sexy as hell," he said.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think you were." he stopped. Orlando's mouth was dry
and his organ was rock hard. He'd never fancied another male before so these
feelings were all new to Orlando Bloom.

"Attracted to men? Attracted to you?" Viggo brought his mouth down against
Orli's shoulder. He began kissing and sucking the soft, silky skin.

"Yes, both, I." he began but then decided to shut up. Viggo's fingers
continued to press into his rapidly relaxing muscles as his amazing mouth kept
kissing his shoulders, the back of his neck. Jagged little moans started
issuing from his mouth.

"Feels good?" Viggo asked.

"God yes Vig," he answered. The massage and kissing continued. "Vig?" he said
finally, reluctantly moving away from the touch, turning to look at Viggo's
face. Passion burned in the older man's blue eyes. Orli reached a tentative
hand and ran it over the stubbly jaw line; let his fingers trace the bearded
chin.

"Yes Orli?" He took the young man's other hand in his and brought it to his
lips, kissing the knuckles.

"I've been dreaming of you.of this." he removed his hand and looked down,
suddenly shy.

Viggo smiled, "That's good to know," he said. He let go of Orlando's hand and
then slid his own behind the young man's neck. Orli lifted his head. Viggo
saw longing in those soft brown eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Orlando.
Orlando's mouth was soft and warm beneath his. Viggo began slowly, tenderly,
not wanting to frighten Orli off. He was content for now to just feel their
mouths pressed together at long last.

Orlando felt like he was melting, turning to liquid beneath Viggo's strong,
wonderful mouth. Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo; let his hands push up
beneath Viggo's t-shirt. They ran along his muscled back, all the way up to
his shoulder blades. Soon Viggo had lifted his arms above his head, letting
Orli strip the shirt from his body.

Emboldened by Orlando's caresses Viggo deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue
into the other's mouth. He slid his tongue along Orli's, letting them taste
one another. He felt Orli's hands running over his own muscled arms, and then
caress his broad chest, fingertips brushing a taught nipple. Viggo's hands
were behind Orlando's back again, still kneading the no longer stiff muscles.
"Might feel better if you laid down," he whispered. That sounded lewder than
the last line. Orlando nodded, letting Viggo guide him down onto his back.
Viggo was half on top of him, not wanting to put his full weight on the
slighter man. The deep possessive kisses continued as Viggo's hand trailed
down Orli's chest, caressing the muscles of his abdomen, reaching the button of
his jeans. Viggo was unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper down.

Orlando whimpered as Viggo's hand encircled his organ. His hips pushed up, his
body eager for this delicious contact.

"This okay?" Viggo asked.

"God yes, please Vig, don't ever stop."

"I don't ever intend to," he answered.


Part 2: Desire

Viggo Mortensen looked at the clock on the night table. Bright green
numbers. Six thirty-three PM. They looked like they were angry with him.
Well so be it, he thought, he was angry too. Angry with himself for what he
'd let happen last night. He looked from the clock to Orli who was asleep
beside him, on his stomach, blanket pulled above his waist, revealing the
expanse of his smooth back. He looked so content, so angelic. And Viggo
took advantage of the young man. When what he'd needed was comfort and
gentle words and tender caresses Viggo had thrown sex into the bargain. The
older man hated himself for it. For wanting Orli for so long and then using
the kid's confusion and hurt to finally take what he wanted. Viggo took his
hand and lightly traced the scar that ran along Orlando's back. Viggo's
mood softened even as his cock hardened. Yes, he was angry with himself.
But this. This was an unearned gift. He closed his eyes and remembered
what had brought him here, to this perfect moment in time.

Orli avoiding socializing for the last few weeks. Screwing up on the set
last night. Finding Orli in all that pain in the trailer. Driving the
gorgeous younger man home. Innocently giving him a backrub to ease the
stiffness. And then the confession. 'Feels good to be touched by you Vig,'
he'd said.

And then a confession of Viggo's own. 'I've wanted to touch you for a long
time Orlando.' More confessions followed. Attractions admitted. Desires
declared. Kissing the younger man deep and long on the mouth. Trying to
shove all these months of want and need into one soul-searing kiss. Then
reaching inside Orli's jeans, enclosing the hard throbbing shaft in his
large calloused hand. Slender hips arching for more. He'd yanked Orlando's
jeans off then and bent over his lower body, smelling Orlando's scent,
getting harder inside his own jeans. Orli trembled a little, half in
anticipation, half in apprehension. Viggo knew without having to ask that
the kid had never been with a man.

With the tip of his tongue he'd licked at the liquid oozing from Orlando's
organ. Orli whimpered. Viggo let his tongue slide across the length of the
other man's arousal, he placed soft, lingering kisses along the path of the
wet stripe his tongue had left. 'God Vig,' he'd moaned over and over. Did
the kid realize he was just getting started? He continued teasing Orli,
swirling his tongue over the head of his erection, placing a small, soft
kiss on the tip. The younger man bucked wildly beneath him. Viggo grazed
his testicles gently with his fingernails, causing more of those sweet
sounding whimpers to pour from Orli's mouth.

'Please Vig,' he'd breathed.

'You sure you want this?' Viggo had asked, looking straight into Orli's
gentle brown eyes. It was a pretty bad time for the question but he had to
ask it. Had to hear the consent from Orli's lips.

'Yes, for fuck's sake,' was Orli's needy, desperate reply. With no further
ado, Viggo took the tip of Orli into his mouth and began to suck softly at
first and then harder as he took more and more of the young man's organ into
his mouth. Viggo kept his hands on Orlando's hips, gently but firmly
holding him to the bed, wanting to set the pace, not let Orli force his cock
deeper into Viggo's mouth. He sucked soft and slow once he had taken the
full length into his mouth and increased the pressure gradually as he heard
Orli's moans becoming a feverish crescendo. Orli came with a loud, guttural
groan, his semen gushing in hot streams into Viggo's mouth and Viggo
swallowed all of it, wanting to taste every drop of Orli. Then Viggo had
moved back up Orlando's body and kissed him. Deep, wet, loving kisses. The
only kind Orli deserved. The older man had been painfully hard but had
asked for nothing in return, though he was aching to drive himself inside
the stunning creature that was at long last so tantalizingly close. He
ignored his white-hot need and let Orli curl up in his arms and fall asleep.
When Orli moved, settling into the position he was in now, Viggo had gone
and taken a hot shower, bringing himself quickly to orgasm, thinking of
Orlando the entire time.

Orlando began to wake up. He felt a hand stroking his bare back. He opened
his eyes and saw Viggo lying there. "Uh, hi Vig," he managed.

A little smile, a soft chuckle. "Good evening Orli," he replied, leaning
forward and pressing their mouths together.

Feeling Viggo's powerful lips against his reminded Orli of how that mouth
had felt around his cock a few hours earlier. He'd had girls go down on him
lots of times but it had never been as good as it was with Viggo. He
figured it had to do with Viggo being a man and knowing what would feel good
and what would feel earth-shatteringly good. Or else Vig just had oodles of
practice. Well, he was two decades older after all. As Vig kissed him
afterwards and Orli tasted himself on Viggo's lips his heart had continued
to race, waiting for what was coming next (no pun intended). He might never
have fucked or been fucked by a guy but he was not naïve. He waited for
Viggo to make a move. He finally did. He stopped kissing Orli, drew the yo
unger man into his arms and whispered in his ear to get some sleep. At the
time he had felt relieved. It had all been happening so quickly. But now
he felt a little hurt, didn't Vig want him like that? Or was the whole
thing an act of pity, designed to make Orli feel better after the sorry
state Viggo had found him in? "Vig?" he began.

Viggo pulled back to look into Orlando's eyes. He ran his knuckles over his
smooth cheek, thumb caressing his satiny lips. "Yeah?"

"How come you didn't want to fuck me last night?" he asked, wounded
confusion in his soft voice.

Viggo was stunned by the question for a second. He then recovered. "Who
says I didn't? Do you know how difficult it was for me to lie next to you
all night? Wanting you so bad for so long and then having you right there
and not being able to finally feel what it's like to lose myself inside
you?" Orli was quiet, just lying there, looking so warm and inviting.
Lust coiled in the pit of Viggo's stomach, his cock aching to know how Orli
felt on the inside. "I'm so sorry Orli," he said at last, shattering the
silence.

"Sorry?" he repeated, fighting back hot tears that were building in his
eyes. "It was pity then." he said, voice breaking a little.

Now it was the older man's turn to be confused. "What? What was pity?"

"The things you said about wanting me, caring for me.what you did.you were
just trying to make me feel better," he said, a plaintive look in his eyes.

"It wasn't pity Orlando," Viggo said.

"Then what are you sorry about?"

"I took advantage of you last night. You needed comfort, a shoulder to cry
on. You trusted me and what did the perverted old man do? Abused that
trust," he said.

"Vig.for starters you are not an old man and besides, how did you take
advantage of me, we didn't even fuck," he said.

"You've never been with a man, have you Orli?"

Orlando felt heat rising in his cheeks, burning his ears. "What's that got
to do with anything?" he asked.

"You were in such a vulnerable state. And I swooped in and." before Viggo
could finish the thought Orli had leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss
was urgent and demanding and Viggo allowed Orli to dominate it.

Orlando had heard enough about being taken advantage of by Viggo. He couldn
't imagine Viggo Mortensen ever taking advantage of anyone. Viggo was by
far the gentlest, kindest man he had ever met. Waking up next to Viggo, he
was so relieved that the night before hadn't been another of those sex
dreams he'd been having about the older man. Viggo had given him so much
pleasure and taken nothing in return. Orli wanted very badly to correct
that imbalance. He moved his naked body closer to Viggo (who still had
boxers on). He took his hand and began caressing Viggo's chest, fingers
sliding south, over the older man's abdomen, slipping timidly beneath the
white cotton boxers. The hand came to a halt there, touching the skin just
above Viggo's groin.

Viggo closed his eyes, jolts of pleasure shot from the tips of Orli's
fingers as they grazed his skin. Viggo rolled his body, pulling Orli on top
of him, their mouths still locked in a smoldering kiss. Viggo took control
of it, pushing his tongue deep into Orli's mouth, mimicking how he wanted to
push his cock deep into the young man's body. His erection was agonizingly
hard inside his boxers. He felt Orli's cock, eager and just as hard as his,
pressing against his thigh. Orli's hand was still inside his boxers and he
felt the young man's fingers brush against his arousal. Viggo was stroking
the soft skin of Orli's back, hands going lower and lower. Gently,
carefully, he ran his hand over the swell of Orli's ass, fingers itching to
delve between the cleft, push deep inside Orli's entrance, touch him in
places no one else ever had. Or ever would, if Viggo had his way.

The feeling of Viggo's hands against him, how they ran along his skin,
seeking their way to the entrance to his body made Orlando's organ thicken.
He wanted to have Viggo inside him. Physically. Metaphorically. All of
it. Orlando broke the kiss, looking down at Viggo. He licked his lips,
swallowed a little. "You can you know," Orli whispered.

Aching desire churned in Viggo's belly. He saw lust and permission in the
young man's dark eyes. "Don't want to hurt you." he said.

Orli shook his head a little. "You couldn't ever hurt me Vig," he said with
such absolute trust it made Viggo's eyes water.

"I could.I will." he said sadly, tenderly. Again he saw confusion in those
unbearably sweet brown eyes. "You're first time Orli." he began in a hoarse
whisper, "I can't keep it from hurting, I wish I could."

The larger man's body was taut with desire, which was evident in Viggo's
blue eyes. But Orli saw fear as well. Both of his hands came up and he
sunk his fingers into Viggo's hair. Orli kissed the other man's mouth
softly. "You would never hurt me," he said with conviction.

Viggo's hands headed up Orli's back, came over his shoulders, down his
lightly toned arms. "Not intentionally," Viggo whispered. "Never
intentionally."

Kissing Viggo, feeling how hard with desire this incredible, wonderful man
was for him, knowing that the last thing Viggo would ever do was hurt him on
purpose made Orlando fall in love with him a little more. He didn't care if
it hurt a little. Didn't care if it hurt a lot. It was Viggo. And all
Orli wanted was to belong to this beautiful man. Orli withdrew his mouth
from the older man's. "Vig?"

Viggo had never liked being called Vig. But he felt like he was going to
turn to liquid every time Orlando called him that. "Mmmm?" Viggo asked,
hand instinctively moving south again. He felt like he was going to burst
if he didn't feel the heat that he knew he'd find inside Orlando.

"Make love to me Vig," he asked, in a low, eager voice. He'd always hated
that phrase, because it was rarely ever about love when he'd gone to bed
with someone. But now he wanted love from Viggo. To be surrounded in the
warmth, the safety of Viggo's body and feel loved.

Viggo moved again, slowly rolling their bodies until he was above the
younger man. "I do love you Orlando," Viggo said calmly, seriously, in a
voice that told Orlando that it was true. And it had very little to do with
lust.

"Show me," he whispered pleadingly. Viggo brought his mouth down against
Orli's, starting a sweet, loving kiss. Just as Orli reached down to slide
Viggo's boxers off, a loud banging began on the front door. The two ignored
it for a minute but it became harder, more insistent.

"Expecting company?" Viggo asked between kisses. Orli gave Viggo a tiny
shake of the head. Viggo went back to giving Orli tender, affectionate
kisses.

"ORLI!" Billy's all too familiar voice shouted.

Another followed it. "Come on Bloom! We know you're in there!" that one
was Elijah.

Then the third musketeer chimed in. "Come on mate! Haven't seen you in
weeks!" Dom.

"They'll go away if we're quiet," Orlando said, not really believing his
words.

"Let us in or we're breaking down the door!" Elijah again.

"No, they won't," Viggo sighed and rolled off of Orli.

"So what should I do?" Orlando asked, they were both panting with need.

"Better answer it."

"Right," Orli said, getting off of the bed reluctantly, moving towards the
hallway.

"You should put on some clothes first," Viggo said.

"Right," Orli said, going to pick up his discarded jeans, throwing on Viggo'
s crumpled t-shirt (first thing he'd picked up off the floor). He looked
back at Viggo who was laying on the bed still, his cock still at full
attention. "Right," Orli said again. "Be back," he left the room, shutting
the door behind him. He got to the front door, opened it to see his
friends. "Hey guys, what's up?" he asked, trying to keep the huskiness out
of his voice.

Never one to miss anything Dom noticed the prominent bulge in Orli's tight
jeans. "I don't know Orli, you tell us."

 
Part 3:Inside

Summary: Three Hobbits at your door and Isildur's heir in your bed. What's
a boy to do? Get rid of the Hobbits, of course.



It felt like the fucking Spanish Inquisition to Orlando. He'd asked the
fairly innocent question of 'what's up?' But then he saw that Dom was not
so subtly staring at his crotch and then nudging Billy in the ribs, with a
little jerk of the head indicating he should also take a gander. Orli
turned several shades of red. And then came the question from Dom, dripping
(which would be the operative word) with juvenile male-humor.

And then Billy, fucking Billy smiled like the cat who'd swallowed the
canary. "Oh, that was a good one Dom. Because Orli said 'what's up?' and
clearly *he's* what's up and so you said 'you tell us'. Very clever," he
said, as if Dom had just made the keenest observation of all time.

Elijah giggled in his stupid Elijah way. Orli used to think it was sort of
endearing how Elijah was always laughing like that, because he was still
just a kid, wasn't he? As opposed to Orlando. Who was a *man*. Or rather
had a man in his room waiting to fuck him and these three clowns were quite
possibly destroying any chance that it would ever happen. Elijah noticed
the angry, frustrated look on Orlando's face. "Hey Orli, sorry, guess you'
re busy." he said sweetly. And Orli felt bad for calling him stupid, even
if it was just in his head.

"That why we haven't seen you in weeks? Busy shagging some new girl?" Dom
asked, noticing the bedroom door was closed. Damn Dom. Why did he notice
everything?

"Can we meet her?" Billy asked, trying to move past Orli, who had the
entrance blocked with his body.

Orlando placed one hand on either side of the doorframe. "No, you can't
meet her. There's no one to meet," he said.

"So what's got our little elf all hot and bothered?" Bill asked.

"Nothing, just a dream," he said.

"Ooh, who was your co-star? Anyone we know?" Dom teased.

"Just leave it the fuck alone already Dom," he growled.

The three Hobbits were taken aback. None of them had ever seen Orli angry.
He was so carefree, so easygoing. "Hey, I'm sorry Orli," Dom said. "Just
having a bit of laugh, you know? No harm meant."

"Yeah Orli, we just came by because we've been worried about you. You haven
't returned anyone's calls in awhile," Elijah said.

"Yeah, sorry Orli," Billy added. "Don't impale us with one of those arrows
I'm sure you've stolen from the set."

Orlando sighed. "Look, guys the Helm's Deep shoot is just getting to me, I
just woke up, and I haven't eaten since Thursday morning"

"Well, that's why we came to get you. Take you to dinner with us. You won'
t believe the stories we have to tell you," Dom said.

"Very amusing Elijah stories," Billy said as a way to entice Orli to join
them. He said it half under his breath, pretending Elijah wasn't standing
right next to him, hearing every word.

"Not that funny," Elijah insisted.

"Very funny," Dom declared.

Orlando smiled. He'd really missed them, missed this. "Sounds great.but I'
m too tired to go out guys," he lied.

"You said you just woke up," Elijah pointed out.

"I did. But I'm still really beat. Just going to have a little dinner and
then go back to bed.maybe tomorrow night, okay guys?" In his mind he was
willing them to just go away already.

"Yeah, alright Orli," Dom said.

"See you tomorrow Orli," Elijah said.

"Bye Orli," Billy chimed in.

"See you guys tomorrow," Orli said, already shutting the door on their
retreating forms.

"Oh, by the way, nice shirt Orli," Dom said just as Orli shut the door. He
looked down at Viggo's t-shirt, which positively swam on him. Damn Dom.
Orlando rested his head against the door for a moment and then went back to
the bedroom. "Sorry about that Vig." he began.

Viggo was sitting on the end of the bed, dressed. Well, mostly dressed,
except for the shirt that Orli was wearing. "No need to apologize," he
said, standing, closing the distance between them.

Orlando frowned. "I guess I fucked this whole thing up, huh?" he said,
sounding upset. "I should have just ignored them, they would've left
eventually. If I wasn't such an idiot I would've returned their calls and
they never would've come by to check up on me at all," he said.

Viggo slid his hand over Orlando's face, gently caressing the smooth, soft
skin. "You didn't fuck anything up. And you're not an idiot. I understand
why they came by. They were worried about you because they love you. That'
s a feeling I'm rather familiar with," he said. Viggo took Orli in his arms
and kissed his mouth. He felt the younger man becoming pliant against him.
He let the kiss go on, sucking on Orli's lower lip.

Orli moaned softly, parting his lips, allowing Viggo's tongue inside. He
had never known any feelings akin to the ones Viggo was making him feel. He
would gladly sell his soul if he could just feel this way forever. Their
mouths parted reluctantly when both needed air. Orli rested his forehead
against the slightly taller man's chest. Viggo's hand began rubbing the
back of his neck.

Viggo buried his face in Orli's hair, breathing in his scent. Viggo really
didn't need oxygen, he just needed Orlando. "You're hungry?" he asked,
suddenly lifting his head. "Haven't eaten since Thursday?"

Orli looked up into Viggo's eyes. "Did you have your ear pressed against
the door or something?"

Viggo pressed another soft, warm kiss to Orli's lips. "You need to eat.
You're going to need you're strength." he said seductively, bringing their
bodies closer, letting Orli feel his hardened organ.

A small, sexy grin crossed Orli's mouth. "So you haven't changed your
mind?" he asked.

"You've got to be kidding," Viggo answered, shaking his head a little. He
kissed Orlando again. "You want to come home with me? Have some dinner?"

Orli was nodding. "Can we go now? I'm starved," he said.

Viggo laughed softly. "Yeah," he said. Orlando took Viggo's hand, began
pulling him out of the bedroom. "I'm going to need my shirt Orli," Viggo
said.

"Oh, right," he said, remembering. He thought briefly about Dom's comment.
He couldn't have possibly put two and two together, could he? There was no
way he'd think that instead of a girl Orli had Viggo in his bed. Orlando
pulled the shirt off, returned it to Viggo. He went to the dresser, got one
of his own and put it on, buttoning it up. He shoved his bare feet into his
beat up sneakers.

"Ready?" Viggo asked.

"Absolutely. Let's go," Orlando said and followed Viggo out to his car.
How they made it to Viggo's place in one piece Orli didn't know. The whole
ride Viggo drove one handed. The other started off on Orlando's knee and
traveled up his thigh, finally coming against Orli's protruding erection,
pressing against it gently, eliciting a low, throaty rumble from deep inside
the younger man. It was a lot like all the insane sports he liked doing so
much. The danger sent the adrenaline coursing through Orlando's body.

Viggo drove just a little too fast, his hand unbuttoning Orli's jeans and
slipping inside, taking hold of the young man's cock and pumping it. This
was more exhilarating than skydiving or bungee jumping or anything else.
Orli's semen came surging out of him, as he moaned Viggo's name, just as
Viggo pulled up in front of the house he was renting. "God Vig." Orli
gasped, "you trying to kill us?"

"Thought you liked to live dangerously." Orli gave him a little nod,
acknowledging the truth of Viggo's statement. They got out of the car; Orli
followed Viggo into the house.

"Can I take a shower?" he asked, feeling sticky inside his semen drenched
jeans.

"Sure," he said. "Feel free to change if you can find something that
fits.sorry about the jeans," he said.

"Don't be," Orlando smiled and kissed him.

Viggo watched as Orli went bounding up the stairs. The older man sighed
softly. This entire scenario had disaster written all over it. It was
never a good idea to get romantically involved with a co-star. Definitely
not one nearly twenty years your junior who was, for all intents and
purposes, a virgin, despite the large number of women he knew Orli had
bedded.

Viggo was in the kitchen now, unloading groceries from the refrigerator. He
had everything he needed to prepare a perfect vegetarian dish. As he began
cutting vegetables he realized Orlando would figure out that Viggo had
planned in advance for this. Why else would he have these ingredients lying
around? Well, Viggo thought, rationalizing, he hadn't planned for *this*
exactly. His intention had been to invite Orli over for dinner this
weekend, that was all. An innocuous dinner for two. In his home. With
that bottle of expensive wine he'd bought that was in his mini wine
refrigerator. Suddenly he felt arms slipping around his waist from behind.
Orlando's warm, lean body pressed against his back.

"What's for dinner?" Orli asked, nuzzling his face into Viggo's hair.
Viggo carefully put down the large kitchen knife. He gently unhooked Orli's
arms and turned around. Orlando had changed into Viggo's linen pants. They
hung loosely on the younger man's slim body, the drawstring pulled tight
just below his navel. He'd cuffed the bottoms of each leg so they didn't
drag on the floor. He'd also put on one of Viggo's white undershirts, which
was also far too big. Viggo ran his hands down Orlando's sides, feeling the
slender frame hidden beneath all that excess cloth. Viggo couldn't resist
bending forward, kissing the side of Orli's throat, moving to kiss the skin
where his neck met his shoulder. Orli smelled like Ivory soap instead of
the usual brand that Viggo's nose was so accustomed to. "You smell good
enough to eat." Viggo murmured. Viggo pulled back a little. "But we'll
save that for later," he said, pressing his lips to Orli's forehead.

Orlando gave Viggo a shy little smile. He surveyed the abundance of
vegetables on the counter. He picked up a piece of carrot and starting
eating it. "You becoming a vegetarian Vig?"

"I-uh-was going to invite you over for dinner this weekend," he said, a
little nervously.

Seeing Viggo nervous made Orli smile. "And here I am," he said. "Can I
help?"

"Yeah, chop these while I get the pasta going," Viggo said. Orlando nodded
and did as he was told.

Viggo felt his cock hardening more and more as he watched Orli devour the
meal he'd prepared for them. They'd finished off the food and drunk the
entire bottle in less than forty-five minutes. It had felt perfect as they
laughed and talked as they ate. The alcohol had brought a flush to Orli's
cheeks and a glint to his eyes. Viggo had gone to put the dishes in the
sink. He came back to find Orlando stretched out on the couch, eyes closed.
Viggo came close, kneeled down in front of it. He slid his hand up the
loose t-shirt.

"Mmm," Orli murmured, not opening his eyes. Viggo let his hand come up and
brush against a hard nipple. Orli whimpered and Viggo smiled. "Want you
Vig," he said, opening his eyes. He sat up, facing Viggo who was still on
his knees before him. Orlando caressed Viggo's jaw line. "Please don't
make me wait anymore," he asked, voice low with need.

Viggo got to his feet. He drew Orlando off the couch. The older man placed
his hands under the baggy shirt, on Orli's slim hips. He let his fingers
slip beneath the waistband, press into the warm skin of Orlando's hips. The
younger man's hands slipped behind Viggo's neck, fingers interlaced. Viggo
joined his mouth to Orli's as he crushed their bodies together. The kiss
was full of wild, unrestrained passion. Viggo felt Orli's erection pushing
against his own pulsing cock through the linen and denim. There was no way
for Viggo to hold back anymore. Not when Orli was right here, in his arms,
yielding to Viggo's kisses, his caresses.

Orli's heart pounded. He was aroused, yes. But he was also nervous about
what was going to happen next, for two reasons. The lesser cause of his
nervousness was that he was about to give himself to Viggo in a way he'd
never considered giving himself to anyone else. The greater source of
anxiety came from a latent fear that Viggo was going to suddenly decide he
didn't really want Orli after all. He felt Viggo withdraw his lips. "Vig?"
he said, apprehension flashing in his eyes, coloring his voice.

"You want this Orlando?" Viggo asked, eyes dark with lust as he caressed
the silky skin over Orli's high cheekbones.

"I want you Vig. Inside me. I want to belong to you," he rasped,
swallowing hard.

"Then let's go up to bed," Viggo said, taking Orlando's hand in his,
clasping it tight and leading the young man up the stairs.




Part 4:Home

Summary: The morning after. 'Nuff said.



Orlando entered the bathroom. He pulled back the glass door to the shower
and stepped inside. He turned the taps, making the water run nice and hot.
He stood slightly away from the water and held his hand under it, waiting
for it to get to full temperature. When it did he stepped beneath the
showerhead, letting the hot water pulse over his body. He picked up the bar
of Ivory soap and began working up some lather. He began washing his chest,
hand moving slowly, lingering over his hardening nipples. As he felt little
tremors of pleasure build, images of Viggo entered his mind. Last night it
had been Viggo touching him, kissing him. Making love to him. His cock
thickened. He felt sore from having the big man inside of him. Orli
smiled. The ache meant it was real, not a fevered dream. His hand traveled
down his abdomen, sliding over his organ, remembering the look on Viggo's
face when he had pushed his hard cock into him.

The walk up the stairs to Viggo's bedroom had seemed interminable. Viggo
had walked so slowly, making Orli want to shove him to make him move faster.
Finally they were in the room and Orli froze at the entranceway, eyes fixed
on the massive king-sized bed. Orli shook his head a little, would he have
expected any less from the King of Gondor? His heart was thumping in his
chest as he watched Viggo move to the far end of the room and turn on a
small stereo. Soft music filled the room as he moved over to the bed. He
kicked off his shoes before sitting down. "Come here Orlando," he said
calmly.

Orlando moved over to Viggo. He looked down on the older man. Viggo's legs
were spread wide and he slipped his arms behind Orlando's waist. He pulled
the younger man closer, so that he was standing between Viggo's thighs.
Orlando could see Viggo's erection straining against his jeans. He was
still amazed that this fantastic man who seemed so out of his league desired
him as much as he did. Not just desired, Viggo had said he loved him. God,
he wanted to believe that was true. He wanted to kiss Viggo's warm, strong
lips and tell him he loved him too. But he couldn't bring himself to say
the words. Didn't want it to seem like he was only saying it because Viggo
had said it to him. Besides, a lot of people threw those words around just
to get laid. He doubted that someone with Viggo's integrity would do that,
but you never knew.

Viggo's hands slipped under the loose t-shirt and ran along Orlando's sides.
Orlando didn't wait to be asked, he just pulled the shirt over his head and
tossed it aside. The older man moved then, sliding up onto the bed and
drawing Orlando down with him. He covered the younger man's body with his
and began kissing his shoulders, letting his lips move along his collarbone.
Orlando let his head fall back and sink into the soft, fluffy pillows.
Viggo slunk down, straddling Orli's hips. He felt Viggo's tongue swirl
against a hard nipple, felt his teeth tug gently. Orli whimpered, body
squirming as a jolt of pleasure shot threw his cock. He arched his back.
His arousal pushed against the linen pants. Viggo grinded down, causing
their organs to rub together. The older man's organ was a rock solid bulge
inside his jeans. "Want you now Vig," Orli begged, hands coming against
Viggo's hips, reaching in front to unbutton the jeans. Viggo bent forward
and joined their mouths in a rough, desirous kiss. Orli undid Viggo's jeans
with his tremulous hands. He began sliding them down Viggo's hips, freeing
his pulsing cock. He couldn't hold back a little gasp as he saw just how
endowed Viggo was. Orli knew his own organ was rather impressive but
this... Orli reached his hand slowly toward the thick shaft and stroked it
carefully.

"Wait," Viggo said. Orli withdrew his hand and watched Viggo move off of
him and remove the jeans completely. He also threw off his t-shirt.
"You're turn," he said, coming close to Orli and taking the drawstring of
the pants and pulling it to release the tie. He put his hands inside the
waistband and began sliding the linen pants off of the young man. Those
were thrown to the floor as well. Viggo ran his hands down Orli's chest,
over his stomach, over his rigid shaft. "So beautiful," he breathed. "A
living work of art..." He continued these long, slow strokes, hands feeling
and fondling every centimeter of the young man's body.

Orli felt his cock throb with every lingering, torturously gentle caress.
"Please Vig..." Viggo nodded a little and Orli saw him reach into the
nightstand. He saw a tube of lubricant and foil wrapped condom in Viggo's
hand. Lubricant and condoms right in the nightstand. For a brief second he
wondered how many people Viggo had brought to this bed before it was Orli's
turn to take a spin with Aragorn son of Arathorn. He stopped thinking about
it as Viggo spread his hips wide and sat between his legs. His eyes were
fixed on the movements of Viggo's hands as he uncapped the tube, squeezed
some of the gel out, and coated his fingers. Orlando swallowed hard.

"Orlando?" Viggo said softly, causing the young man to look away from his
hands.

"Yeah Vig?"

"Relax." Orli nodded. "And remember I love you." Another nod. Viggo then
pressed his finger against the young man's tightly puckered entrance.
"Relax..." he intoned as he breached the tight ring of muscle that guarded
Orli's most intimate place.

Pain burned inside of him as Viggo's thick finger invaded his body. Orlando
bit down on his lip. "Vig..." he said in a choked sob. He saw remorse in
Viggo's blue eyes.

"Should I stop?" he asked softly, hating that he was the source of Orli's
pain.

Orli shook his head. "Just promise it'll get better..." he said, tears
welling in his eyes.

"I promise. Trust me Orlando," he said, leaning forward and pressing their
lips together tenderly. As the kiss went on Viggo felt the younger man
relax a little and pushed his finger deeper.

It still hurt a bit as Orli felt Viggo's finger moving inside of him. He
felt a stab of panic as he thought of how massive Viggo's cock was.
However, the panic was suddenly obliterated by the most intense,
soul-shattering sensation. "Holy fuck," he gasped, as pleasure unlike he
had ever known surged through his body. When he looked into Viggo's eyes
the older man was smiling.

"Liked that?" he asked huskily, carefully inserting another finger,
stretching Orlando slowly.

"Fuck yeah," he breathed, not really caring anymore about the discomfort.
Now he felt Viggo's fingers stroking him inside, brushing against his
pleasure point. Once again Orlando felt a tidal wave of ecstasy flood over
him. "Jesus Vig..." Orlando was aware of the fingers being removed from
his body, he whimpered a little at the loss, aching for more of that divine
pleasure. Looking into the older man's eyes he realized that was just the
opening act (pun intended). Viggo was taking Orli's right leg and hooking
it behind his waist. He then did the same with the other. He watched as
Viggo ripped open the foil packet and slid the condom onto his massive cock.
He squirted more lubricant onto the latex and then pressed the tip against
Orlando's opening. Orlando closed his eyes, preparing for the intrusion.

"Orli," Viggo said, "open you eyes." He did so. The apprehension had
sprung anew in his warm brown depths. "Trust me," Viggo said.

Orlando nodded. He kept his eyes locked with Viggo's as he felt the tip of
the man's arousal push inside him. Gradually he felt Viggo's entire cock
fill his body. When he was completely sheathed within the younger man he
held still. Orlando felt his body relax a little even as it clamped around
Viggo's cock. After what seemed like an eternity Viggo began to move. He
withdrew a little and then slowly thrust down, connecting with Orli's
intimate spot. It began again, the pleasure tearing through him. Orlando
found himself moving his body in time with the unhurried rhythm Viggo set.
With almost every thrust he pressed that place inside Orlando, until he felt
the rapture everywhere, all the way from his Mohawk to his toes.

"So good," Viggo moaned, reveling in Orli's heat as his body clamped around
his organ. Feeling himself close, Viggo wrapped a hand around Orlando's
cock and began pumping the hard shaft.

The combination of Viggo's hand on his cock and Viggo's organ thrusting deep
inside him was enough to bring the young man to orgasm. He called "Viggo!"
as he felt his semen surge from him and splash on both their stomachs.

It was almost perfect timing. Just as Viggo felt the hot liquid pouring
against him he came with a guttural moan, collapsing in a panting heap on
top of Orlando.

Orli sighed contentedly, the vivid flashback ending. He marveled at how
every single detail was etched in his mind. How many girls had he fucked
and then been unable to even picture their faces in his head later on?
Orlando heard the bathroom door open, the glass shower door slide on its
tracks. "Morning Vig," he said, feeling the warmth coming off the big body
behind him even though they weren't touching.

"It's after four o'clock Orli," Viggo said, softly, kissing the nape of his
neck.

"Oh, right..." he said, remembering he had seen the clock when he'd woken
up. He was supposed to meet the Hobbits for dinner but really didn't feel
like going anywhere right about now.

"You're okay?" Viggo asked. Orlando turned around. Once again Viggo was
overtaken by the younger man's beauty. A living work of art. That's
exactly what Orlando was.

"I'm perfect..." he replied, slipping his arms around Viggo, letting their
naked bodies press against one another.

"Yes, you are," Viggo breathed, kissing Orli's lips. The kiss ended, Orli
rested his head against Viggo's chest, and Viggo stroked his back. "Don't
you have to go meet Dom, Elijah and Billy?"

"Don't really want to go anywhere Vig...want to stay here in your arms for
the rest of my life," he purred.

"That sounds nice Orlando...but you should go, see your friends," he said,
not really meaning it. Keeping Orlando in his arms forever was the best
idea he'd heard in a long time.

Orli looked up into Viggo's eyes. "You want to get rid of me already?"

"Of course not. But you did tell them you'd see them tonight," he said.

Orli nodded. He didn't like breaking promises to friends. "Can I come back
here after dinner?"

"I wouldn't let you leave otherwise," Viggo said, kissing Orli's lips. He
moved from there to kissing his shoulders, his throat.

"Guess I should probably get going..." Orli said.

"Mmmm," Viggo murmured.

"I can't believe we have to be back on the set tomorrow...these two days
have gone by so fast..."

"We'll be done with Helm's Deep in a couple of weeks Orli, then we'll be
back on a normal schedule, don't worry about it," Viggo said.

Orlando felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. What the fuck did
back to normal mean? Did it mean no more of this? Orlando was too afraid
to even ask. Orlando had hated Helm's Deep. Couldn't wait for it to be
over. Now he was dreading it ending. He was so afraid that when it did
this dream within a dream would also come to an end. Orlando tightened his
grip around Viggo. "Love you Vig," he breathed.

"I love you too Orli," Viggo replied. "Come on, the Hobbits are probably
preparing a battering ram for your door. Let's get you home so they don't
have to use it." Viggo kissed the top of Orli's head and stepped out of the
shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.

Orlando nodded. "Right...time to go home..." he said to himself, turned off
the taps and followed Viggo.




Part 5: Interrupted

Summary: During a night on the town with the Hobbits, Dom starts to suspect
something is going on with Orli. Orli finally gets away from his friends
and goes back to Viggo's. (I'm really awful at writing summaries, can't you
tell?)



The bar was crowded. Unusually so for a Sunday night. Orlando didn't know
why he was still there. Dinner was over. He'd gotten through it with his
usual panache, turning the 'Orli' dial up to 10 to compensate for the fact
that the only thing on his mind was getting back to Viggo. He sipped his
beer, idly watching Billy steal Elijah's money as he trounced the younger
man at a game of pool. His eyes drifted and settled on a woman leaning
against the pool table nearest the one his friends were using. Flaming red
hair. Wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a skin-tight, midriff bearing
t-shirt. She smiled at him. He offered a weak smile in return and took a
sip of beer. He just wasn't interested. That was a pretty shocking
development for Orlando Bloom. He'd never been uninterested in a hot girl
before. Jesus, one night with Viggo and he had seemingly lost all interest
in the female population.

Dom came back from the men's room and sat down. He looked to see what his
friend was looking at and saw the redhead. "Hello...you thinking what I'm
thinking Orli?"

Orli considered the question. Unless Dom was thinking, 'God I wish Viggo's
cock was shoved up my ass right now,' then the answer was a big fat no.
"You should go for her Dom," Orli said, looking away from the girl and at
this friend.

Dom was still watching her. When Orli looked away so did she. Dom sighed.
It wasn't like he didn't' get his fair share of women but when a girl had
fixed her sights on Orli it was game over for everyone else. "I'm afraid
she's already been struck by one of Legolas' arrows mate."

Orlando frowned, glanced back at her. "Not interested," he said.

"Why the fuck not?" Dom asked, incredulous. This was a first. Orlando
Bloom not interested in a hot girl was surely one of the first signs of the
apocalypse.

"Not my type," he said, finishing off his beer, checking his watch for the
umpteenth time.

Dom was thunderstruck. He didn't think there was such a thing as a type of
female Orlando wouldn't shag. Regaining the ability to speak Dom said, "Hot
date Orli?"

"What?" Orlando asked. In Dom's silence his mind had drifted to Viggo
(again). He was imagining getting back to Viggo's, finding him naked and
waiting on the King-of-Gondor-sized bed. Taking Viggo's enormous cock into
his mouth and... His mind stopped there, distracted by Dom's question and
his own organ thickening in his jeans.

"That's the twenty-third time you've checked your watch this evening."

"You've been keeping count?" Orlando asked, horrified. Not so much that
Dom had seen him check his watch a million times (or twenty-three, whatever
the official tally was). He felt like a bad friend. He'd spent the last
seven weeks missing the Hobbits so much and now all he could think about was
getting away from them. "This another one of your idiotic games? Observe
Orli's every move?" Orli instantly regretted snapping at Dom when he saw
the slightly hurt look on his face. "Sorry...fuck, I don't know what's
wrong with me tonight," Orlando said, before Dom could speak.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it..." Dom said. Orlando was definitely not
himself. At dinner he'd been a little too "on", like he was
overcompensating for something. Since they got to the bar he'd been quiet
and antsy. Only five watch checks during dinner, the other eighteen had
come here. Dom saw Orlando about to check it again when he stopped himself.
He thought about that way too big, crumpled t-shirt Orli had answered the
door in Saturday. The closed bedroom door. The constant time checks
indicating a deep desire to get the fuck out of here. Dom laid his hand on
his friend's shoulder. "If something's going on you want to talk about you
know you can tell me, right?" he said, seriously.

Orlando looked into his friend's eyes. He patted Dom's hand that was on his
shoulder. "Thanks Dom. There's nothing going on. I'm fine," he said.
Before Dom could press further Elijah and Billy rejoined the table.

"It's like taking candy from a baby," Billy said, plunking the cash he'd won
down on the table. "Next round's on 'Lij," the Scot informed.

"You are so giving me a re-match," Elijah said, pulling out his pack of
cigarettes.

Orlando looked at the time again. It was almost midnight. "What's that
twenty-two or three?" Billy said, noticing Dom shaking his to indicate he
should keep quiet.

"Hot date?" Elijah asked.

"Yeah, with my bed. Big day tomorrow on the set, Aragorn and Legolas have a
bit of a quarrel about the battle," Orli said, starting to get up.

"Lover's quarrel, eh?" Billy said.

Dom was watching Orlando's face intently and thought he saw a little blush
color his ears, but the bar was so dark it was hard to tell. "We should get
the Ringbearer tucked all snug in his bed anyway, before Sean comes looking
for him," Dom said. "We'll give you a lift home Orli."

"Oh, uh, no...thank you but really, I can get a taxi," he said.

"What do you want to wait for a taxi for? You'll be standing out there for
half an hour," Dom said.

"Yeah, let us take you home Orli," Billy said. The three Hobbits had risen
from their chairs. They were closing in on Orli, sort of trapping him in
the corner. Orli wished he had Legolas' bow and quiver.

"I don't want to take you out of your way," he insisted.

"Silly elf," Elijah said, "We all live like ten minutes away from each
other."

"Unless you're not really going home Orli," Dom said, in a tone that hinted
that he thought he had stumbled onto the truth.

"Of course I'm going home. Big scene tomorrow..."

"Right, with Viggo," Dom said. Orli thought he heard Dom put an odd
emphasis on Viggo's name.

"Right. Seeing how scarcely I get to speak I don't want to fuck it up,"
Orli said, hoping he sounded convincing. Wasn't he supposed to be an actor
or something? Shouldn't lying be a hell of a lot easier?

"Then it's settled," Dom said, "We'll drop you off at home." His eyes were
locked on Orli's, challenging him to try another lame excuse for not
agreeing to a ride.

Orlando accepted defeat. "Let's get the fuck out of here then," he said and
started for the exit.

"What the fuck was that about?" Elijah asked.

"Beat's me," Billy said. "Dom?" Dom was silent, just watching Orli's form
as it moved out of the bar.

Orlando turned around and saw the Hobbits still standing by the table. "Are
we fucking leaving or not?!" he yelled.

"What's up his ass?" Elijah asked, looking to the other two.

"Come on, let's go," Dom said, ignoring Elijah's unintended innuendo. He
certainly had a theory about what was up Orli's ass but decided to keep it
to himself. He headed after Orlando with the other two on his heels.

When Dom pulled his car up in front of Orli's place it was close to one a.m.
He'd dropped the other two Hobbits off first. "Thanks for the lift Dom,"
Orlando said, reaching for the handle.

"Orli, wait a second," he said, putting his hand on Orli's shoulder.

Orlando turned to his friend. "Dom, I really need to get to bed," he said,
trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Orli, we've become good friends, right?"

"Sure Dom," Orli said, warily.

"So if there was something going on you could tell me. And you know I
wouldn't say anything to anyone else if you didn't want me to," he said.

Orlando looked into his friend's sincere eyes. He wanted to tell him about
Viggo. He wished he could but the words wouldn't come. He wasn't ready to
"come out" to Dom or anyone else (if it could be called 'coming out' when
you'd been heterosexual for twenty-two years and fucking a guy for three
days). Orli didn't feel shame, maybe he was a little nervous at how people
would react, but mostly he just wasn't ready. He also didn't know if Viggo
wanted their newly kindled romance to become public knowledge. "I
appreciate your concern Dom. But honestly, I'm fine."

Dom nodded. Whatever it was (and Dom thought he had a pretty good idea)
Orli wasn't going to fess up to it tonight. "Just remember I'm here for
you, if you do need someone to talk to," he said.

Orlando smiled and kissed Dom on the forehead (because he was an
affectionate person by nature and that's what he always did to his mates,
male or female. But as he did it he wondered absentmindedly if his
uninhibited tendency toward affection wasn't some sort of indicator about
his sexuality). "Thanks again for the lift," he said and mostly meant it.
Yeah, it was inconvenient because now he was going to have to get a taxi and
he wouldn't get to Viggo's until around two a.m. but he was touched by how
much someone who had only been his friend for a few months truly cared about
him.

"Take care of yourself Orli," Dom said. He watched Orli exit the car and
practically sprint towards the front door. For a nanosecond Dom considered
sticking around to see if Orlando planned on staying put. But then he
realized that would kind of make him a stalker and besides, Orli's business
was his own. He pulled the car out of the space and took off in the
direction of his own home.

Orlando was on the phone with a car service when from his perch at the side
of the window he saw Dom pull away. It felt so strange to him, to be
sneaking around, half-lying to his mates. Well, it couldn't be avoided. He
wasn't about to start broadcasting the news about him and Viggo to anyone,
not even his friends. Yes, there was the uneasiness. And the not knowing
what Viggo wanted. But there was also fear. If everyone knew and then this
thing with the older man crashed and burned like every single relationship
Orli had ever had, then it would make for a really weird vibe on the set and
there were several months of shooting ahead of them. Orlando threw another
pair of jeans and a shirt into a messenger bag. He heard the taxi honk its
horn and headed out of his place, got in and was on his way to Viggo's.

Viggo looked at the clock on the wall as he heard a car pull up outside his
house. Two-seventeen a.m. Waiting for his young lover had made Viggo a
little fidgety, which was unlike him. Viggo moved over to the window and
saw Orlando exiting the cab. He felt his body react to the sight of the
younger man. The American sighed. Orli could have him wrapped around his
little finger if he wanted to. Could? Try *did*. 'Get a grip Viggo,' he
thought. 'Stop acting like a swooning teenager.' But as he thought about
it, the only thing he wanted to get a grip on was Orlando. And never let
go. Viggo went to the door and opened it before Orlando could knock.

The door opened and Orlando saw Viggo. The young man smiled, relieved that
Viggo had waited up for him and was obviously eager to see him. "Hey Vig,
sorry it's so late," he said. It was an unnecessary apology; both of them
were wide-awake, having become accustomed to the Helm's Deep schedule.
Viggo shook his head, indicating that it wasn't too late and Orli had
nothing to apologize for. The older man moved aside, letting Orlando in.

"How was dinner? Viggo asked, shutting the door behind Orlando.

"Uh, good...Dom was a little..."

"A little?" Viggo prompted, stepping closer to the young man. Jesus, why
were they still wearing clothes? Viggo felt desperate to feel Orlando in
his arms. Finally having Orlando hadn't done a thing to lessen his ravenous
hunger for the young Brit. There were ten million more things Viggo wanted
to do with Orli's beautiful, young body.

"Inquisitive. Kept asking if I was alright, if something was going on,
noticing how often I checked my watch...guess I was pretty anxious to get
back here," Orlando said, putting his bag down. Orlando closed the
remaining distance between them.

"Mmm," Viggo murmured, starting to unbutton the garish shirt Orlando was
wearing. He slid the soft silk garment off Orlando's shoulders, letting it
drop to the floor. Viggo ran his hands slowly over Orli's bare shoulders,
down his arms. He leaned down and began kissing the soft skin over the hard
muscles of Orli's shoulders. "What'd you say?" he asked between kisses.

Orli's pushed his hands up under Viggo's t-shirt, stroking his muscled back.
His eyes were closed as he soaked in the delicious sensation of Viggo's
mouth on his skin. "Nothing...my love life is nobody's business," he said.
Which wasn't entirely true. He'd shared almost every detail of his
conquests with women with Dom and the others. But this was different for a
lot of reasons. Sure, Viggo being a man was a big part of it. But besides
that, Orli didn't want this relationship to end up like all his others had.
He wanted to keep it to himself, as if telling other people might destroy
the magic.

"No, it isn't," Viggo agreed. Their fledgling romance was no one else's
business; it was far too soon to go public. But if this lasted, Viggo hoped
that Orli would be comfortable with having other people know. Not
necessarily the general public, but at the very least his friends. Being
Orlando's dirty little secret was not Viggo's idea of a healthy, committed
relationship. Viggo realized it was jumping the gun to be thinking of when
Orli would feel comfortable going public. Viggo removed his mouth from
Orli's shoulder and kissed the young man's lips. Orlando responded by
parting his lips and allowing Viggo's tongue inside. Viggo's hands slid
behind the Brit's back, roaming down his spine. He felt Orli tighten his
arms around him and press their bodies together. Orlando was hard inside
his jeans. "Come," Viggo whispered huskily in Orli's ear, hand sliding over
his jean-clad ass. He then disentangled their bodies and pulled the young
man up the stairs.

When they got inside the bedroom Orlando kicked off his shoes and threw
himself down onto the bed, causing the bed frame to creak in protest and his
body to bounce a little with the momentum. He was lying on his back, legs
spread wide, arms stretched out. "Take me Vig, I'm all yours," he said.

Viggo smiled, removing his t-shirt. He climbed up onto the bed, "All mine,
huh?" he said, liking the sound of that. He brought his mouth down and
began sucking delicately on one of Orli's hard, sensitive nipples. Orli
moaned softly. Viggo took his hand and pressed the palm down against the
rock-hard bulge inside the other man's jeans. Orlando whimpered, hips
pushing up. Then suddenly, unexpectedly Orlando was up, off his back and
seated over Viggo, straddling his hips. The older man saw mischief in the
younger man's chocolate brown eyes. "What're you doing Orli?" he asked.

Orlando just smiled a sexy, wicked little smile and undid Viggo's jeans. He
reached beneath the waistband, catching the fabric of Viggo's briefs as
well, and began yanking them down. Viggo raised his hips to help. Orli
threw the jeans on the floor. He took his hand and gave the thick, rigid
shaft a slow, experimental stroke. Viggo let out a soft, appreciative moan.
Orli tried another long, silky caress, up and down the length of the
American's cock, fingertips briefly brushing Viggo's testicles.

"Fuck Orli," Viggo groaned, trying to contain his desire to turn the tables
on his young lover, throw him face down onto the mattress and drive his
aching organ inside Orli's tight body. He saw Orlando bend his head down.
Orli's tongue snaked over his pulsing flesh, with no real pattern. It was
slightly maddening. Just as the pleasure would build Orli would, for no
apparent reason try another tract. When Viggo thought he would scream from
the unintended taunting he felt Orli's lips close on the head of his organ.
He sucked softly at one moment and then hard the next. Viggo was on the
brink. Before Orli could take all of him into his hot mouth Viggo said,
"Orli...Orli stop...."

Orlando withdrew his lips immediately upon hearing Viggo speak. He looked
down into Viggo's eyes, dismayed. "Was I...doing it wrong?"

Viggo reached up, caressed Orli's face tenderly. "Not at all...I just
didn't want to come in your mouth," he said, voice ragged with lust.

"Why not?" Orli asked, confused. Viggo hadn't minded when Orli had done
just that the other night.

"Because I have a better idea," he said. Viggo placed his hands on the
young man's hips and with a quick maneuver was able to pin the young man to
the bed. The American began slowly popping one button after another of
Orlando's button-fly jeans. He slid the pants down Orli's slim hips and
threw them aside. It was obvious that the young man did not favor wearing
underwear, which was fine by Viggo. The older man climbed on top of the
younger. Viggo claimed Orlando's mouth in a forceful yet at the same time,
tender kiss.

Orlando sank his fingers into Viggo's hair, returning the plundering kiss
with equal ferocity. He felt Viggo grind his hips down, causing their cocks
to rub together. The feel of Viggo's steely flesh against his own
throbbing, swollen organ sent bolts of electricity crackling though his
body, leaving him quivering with pleasure. Just then Viggo disengaged
their mouths and rolled himself off of the young man. "Vig?" Orli
questioned, looking over at his lover, who was on his side now, facing him.

"It's okay Orli," he said warmly. Viggo took hold of Orlando by the
shoulders and gently urged the younger man to turn over so that he was on
his stomach.

Orlando turned his head, cheek pressed against the pillow. He watched Viggo
repeat the routine of spreading some lube on his fingers. Viggo kissed
Orli's neck, his back as he felt the man's fingers dip in between the globes
of his ass and find his entrance. Orlando felt himself tense involuntarily,
remembering pain instead of pleasure. He took a deep breath, trying to
relax and remember how good Viggo had felt when he was inside him the night
before.

"It's okay Orlando," Viggo soothed again, coaxing the young man open. He
felt his finger surrounded by Orli's heat. He let his other hand massage
Orlando's lower back calmingly. Orli's body relaxed a little. Viggo pushed
his finger deeper, curling it a little, making contact with Orlando's
prostate.

"Oh God Vig," Orlando moaned as Viggo's finger brushed his pleasure point.
He drove his finger in and out several times, making Orli whimper the older
man's name. When he felt the finger withdraw from his body Orlando groaned
at the loss. He could hear a foil wrapper being opened.

"Come here Orli," Viggo rasped, slipping an arm under the young man and
pulling him against him. Viggo had Orli's back pressed against his chest as
they lay side by side.

Orli felt Viggo's mouth on the back of his neck, kissing and sucking on the
sensitive skin. One of the older man's arms surrounded his body from
beneath, holding him close. Viggo rested his free hand firmly but gently
against Orli's hip. Orlando let out a soft moan as he felt Viggo push the
tip of his cock inside. Orlando's hand slipped around his own organ, giving
himself a few long, unhurried strokes as he felt Viggo thrusting himself
deeper inside his body.

The tight heat of Orlando's body engulfed Viggo's aching cock. His body was
telling him to let loose, to pound himself hard and fast into this delicious
young body. But Viggo was intent on restraint. There was no way he was
going to risk either hurting Orli or scaring him off. So Viggo took a deep
breath and forced himself to move slowly. He drove down and pushed against
the gland, feeling Orlando shudder with pleasure as the younger man let out
a throaty, rapturous moan. The moan was mingled with the sound of the
telephone ringing. "Shit..." Viggo barked low. He pulled out of Orlando.
"I have to answer that," he sat up, picking up the cordless phone but not
turning it on yet.

Orlando flipped over. "Why Vig? Can't you just let the machine get
it? And what sort of rude fuck calls at this ungodly hour?"

"It's my son...we always got up early Sunday mornings, had breakfast, hung
out all day...even though I've been away for months Henry still gets up
early, calls and we talk while he has breakfast..."

"God Vig, I'm sorry for what I said..." Orli said, feeling like dirt for
calling Viggo's son a 'rude fuck', even if he didn't know it was him.

Viggo reached over and kissed Orli's mouth quickly. "You didn't know, don't
worry about it," he said and finally answered the phone, bringing it to his
ear. "Hey Henry...no, you didn't wake me, I was up..."

Orlando watched as Viggo slipped into an easy banter with his son. He
started to move off of the bed and felt Viggo's hand catch his wrist. He
turned. "Don't go," Viggo mouthed. Orlando shook his head to indicate he
wasn't. "Shower," he whispered, very low.

Viggo nodded, giving Orli an apologetic little look. He mouthed 'Sorry,"
and pressed a kiss to the young man's forehead. Orlando gave Viggo a sweet,
understanding smile and then took off for the bathroom.




Part 6: Switcheroo

Summary: Turnabout's fair play.


Orlando stood beneath the pulsing water, letting it cool his overheated
body. His eyes were closed and his hand was around his aching cock. As he
pumped his hard shaft he thought of Viggo. At first he though of Viggo's
hand around him. Then the image shifted and Viggo's mouth was surrounding
him, sucking nice and slow. That image dissolved into yet another. Orli
was on top of Viggo, parting the older man's thighs and driving his organ
inside the larger man. He imagined how it would feel, to be inside Viggo.
Orli's cock responded to this fantasy by hardening further. Orli tightened
his grip until the point where pleasure mingled with pain. "So tight," he
muttered, imaging it was Viggo's body clamping down on him. Orlando
practically jumped out of his skin when he felt lips press against his
shoulder and arms come around him from behind.

"Shhh," Viggo soothed. "It's just me..." Viggo held Orlando close, feeling
him relax as he realized he was in his lover's familiar grasp.

Orlando was panting; he'd released his cock. "Jesus Christ Vig...you scared
me," he said. Orlando could feel Viggo's rock-hard organ nudging against
the cleft of his ass.

"Sorry," Viggo breathed into Orlando's ear, beginning to suck softly on the
lobe, run his tongue along the outer curve. One arm was across Orlando's
chest, the other was sliding down his torso, feeling the skin over his
ribcage, his fingers splaying over Orli's belly, just above his groin,
fingertips barely sinking into the dark, coarse hair above Orli's cock.

"H-how's your son?" Orli remembered to ask, arching back against Viggo.

"Fine..." he said. Even though he'd just gotten off the phone with him,
Henry was the farthest thing from his mind. Viggo's hand inched down,
started stroking the young man's cock slowly. "No interruptions this time,"
Viggo breathed, his voice husky. He pushed Orli up against the shower wall.

"Ohh," Orlando moaned, shivering a bit. "Tile's cold..." he murmured. He
braced his palms against the wall, head turned to the side. Viggo's lips
were on his neck, moving down his spine. He heard the condom being
unwrapped. "Vig?"

"Yeah Orli?" he said, fingers wet, fumbling with the condom.

"Am I...have you had many lovers here?" he managed. Every time he heard a
foil wrapper being opened, Orli couldn't stop thinking about Viggo's
expertise in bed and the ready supply of rubbers and lube in the nightstand.

"You're the only lover I've had or wanted here Orlando, the only lover I've
had in more than a year," Viggo said, dropping the slippery latex sheath.
"Shit," he muttered, reaching to pick it up. Orlando had turned back
around, crouching down, placing his hand on Viggo's before he could pick the
condom back up. Orlando was standing upright again, grabbing hold of
Viggo's shoulders, urging him to stand. He did.

"Then...what are you doing with all those condoms and lube?" Orlando asked,
feeling himself blush.

Viggo laughed softly. "Bean gave them to me before he left. He said it was
an emergency kit, in case I ever decided to stop living like a monk. Does
that make you feel better?"

"Vig," Orli said, swallowing his voice suddenly hoarse, "I'm always safe and
I was tested before I came here," he said, meaningfully.

"Orli..." Viggo began.

"Vig, if you tell me you're clean..."

"Orlando, you shouldn't trust people to tell you the truth about that sort
of thing," he said.

"I know Vig, believe me, I do. You're the only one I'd ever trust. You
said you'd never hurt me intentionally and I know you wouldn't ever put my
life in danger. Please Vig. I want to feel *you* not latex."

"I was tested about three months ago. And I get tested regularly and like I
said, it's been over a year..." Viggo was saying, mind spinning, cock
throbbing as he thought of being inside Orlando with nothing between their
skins. His hands were moving of their own volition, turning Orlando around,
pushing him back up against the wall. He took the tube of lubricant and
squeezed some onto his fingers, coating his organ. Viggo placed his hands
at Orli's sides, against his hips. Viggo let his head rest against Orli's
back, where the neck met the spine. He pushed his dripping organ against
the cleft, forcing himself between the globes of Orli's ass. "You're sure?"
Viggo asked, voice rough.

"I want you Vig," he said, "I love you." He pushed his hips back a little,
to encourage Viggo. Orli felt the tip of Viggo's cock pushing against his
tight entrance. He felt the thick, throbbing shaft breach his body,
thrusting slowly, felt Viggo filling the void inside him. It was the most
intimate sensation Orlando had ever experienced.

Orlando's body seized hold of Viggo's cock. Viggo moaned at the luscious
heat, the all-consuming tightness that grasped him and didn't let go. "Oh
Orli," he moaned, rocking back and forth, in and out. He felt Orlando
tremble with ecstasy as Viggo's cock connected with the sensitive gland.

Orlando could feel the tightness in his testicles as he edged towards climax
as Viggo drove in and out, striking his secret place. It was a good thing
Viggo had an arm around his body, holding him against him, because Orlando
felt his legs getting wobbly as torrents of pleasure rippled through him.
With a loud, rapturous moan Orlando came, his seed pouring from his organ,
without so much as a finger being laid on it. Viggo kept moving inside of
him, the tempo and force of the thrusts increasing. Orlando still felt
small currents of delight vibrate through his body as Viggo still continued
to hit his prostate.

With a final, powerful thrust Viggo reached orgasm. A deep, thunderous
groan broke from his mouth and he felt his semen surge inside Orlando. He
heard Orli moan softly as he felt the liquid flow into him. They stayed
like that for a few minutes, catching their breaths before Viggo withdrew
his softened cock. Orlando turned around immediately and wrapped his arms
around Viggo, burying his head against the taller man. Viggo held the young
man tight, stroking his back. Viggo could feel Orli's chest rising and
falling against him. "You okay?" Viggo asked, gently.

Orlando lifted his head and pressed their mouths together, tightening his
embrace. He kissed Viggo lovingly, warmly. He'd never felt this close to
anyone, never trusted or loved anyone as much as he trusted and loved Viggo.
Viggo parted his lips, allowing Orlando to push his tongue inside. Their
tongues winded around one another. Orlando's hands roamed lower, feeling
the firm roundness of Viggo's ass.

The kiss continued, Orlando dominating it and Viggo giving in, letting
Orlando control it. Since they had become lovers Viggo had only seen hints
of aggression on Orli's part, but he had a feeling a lot more was bubbling
right below the surface. Orlando was boldly sliding his fingers between
Viggo's buttocks. He felt the Brit's long fingers searching for his
entrance. He could feel Orli's erection coming to life between their bodies
and felt his own cock twitch. Viggo reached behind his own back and caught
Orlando's probing hand, brining it in front of him.

Orlando felt himself blush hotly. "God Vig...I'm sorry, I don't know..." he
began, fearing he had upset Viggo. Viggo was definitely "all man"; he
probably wouldn't want anyone fucking him.

Viggo kissed Orli's mouth passionately. "It's okay," he said, breaking the
kiss.

"I just wanted to...know how it felt...to make love to you," Orlando said,
voice trembling.

Viggo smiled softly at the young man. "If that's what you want Orli. I'm
yours, as much as you're mine," he said. "Come, we'll both be more
comfortable in the bed, don't you think?" Viggo stepped out of the bath,
not bothering with a towel and exiting the bathroom. Orlando's heart was
pounding. Forgetting to turn off the water he left the shower and followed
quickly on Viggo's heals. What the fuck did he just get himself into?


Part 7: Flooded
 Summary: Orli's turn.


Viggo woke up Monday morning with Orlando in his arms, spooned up against
him. Viggo couldn't stop himself from smiling and holding the Brit a little
tighter. He had known it would be this way between them, hadn't he? It
felt so right to wake up with the beautiful young man in his bed. His Orli.
Warm and pliant in Viggo's arms. The American kissed the silky skin at the
nape of Orlando's neck, breathing in his scent. Viggo glanced up at the
clock. Almost two p.m. They had to be on the set in about an hour and a
half for makeup. He listened to the sound of Orli's breathing and wished he
didn't have to wake his young lover. Well, he could wait ten more minutes,
he decided. Viggo closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to the early
hours of Monday morning.

When Orli finally came into the bedroom after Viggo left him in the shower
he found the older man lying back on the bed. Orlando had climbed up next
to him and looked down on him, an anxious frown on his face. Viggo stroked
Orli's cheek, his thumb running over the young man's soft lips. "You sure
you want this Vig? I-I don't really know why I asked you that...I mean, I
don't really know what the fuck to do even and-"

Viggo had cut off Orli's nervous babbling with a passionate kiss, pulling
the young man on top of him. He felt the nervous energy dissipate a little
as Orli melted into him. Viggo let his hands roam over Orlando's sinewy
back. His fingers lightly massaged the muscles.

Warmth spread through Orlando's body, remembering their first night
together, when they became so much more than friends. Viggo's touch washing
away the ache in his back, the emptiness in his heart. He felt his cock
thickening, as Viggo's own hardened flesh rubbed against it. None of his
lovers had ever made Orlando feel the intense, overwhelming sensations Viggo
made him feel. And although his body had a visceral reaction to Viggo, it
was much more than sex between them. He felt an emotional closeness with
Viggo that was unlike anything he knew with another person. He could talk
about his fears, his hopes. Private things, things that heretofore he'd
kept in a quiet part of his mind, fearing telling anyone, afraid to expose
himself in that way. But with Viggo he felt safe; he knew Viggo would
understand. Orli felt Viggo lift his hips, press their organs closer.
Orlando moaned softly, grinding his hips down, intensifying the kiss.

"Thought you wanted to make love to me," Viggo murmured, hands sliding over
Orli's lower back, his ass.

Orlando lifted his head, looking into the blue of Viggo's eyes. "I...I
probably won't be any good," he said.

"Orli, you couldn't be anything less than wonderful," he kissed him
tenderly.

"If you're certain...shall I assume the position?" he asked, hint of
naughtiness in his voice.

Viggo laughed softly. "Please do," he breathed, voice husky. He felt
Orlando shift his body, straddling Viggo's hips. Orlando bent low, tongue
flicking against a hard nipple. The older man ran his hand over Orli's
skull, fingers sinking into the still damp Mohawk. "Mmm," he murmured.
While Orli's mouth was on his nipple the young man's hand began stroking
Viggo's pulsing cock. Viggo brought his own hand up, wrapping it around
Orli's rock-hard shaft.

"Vig," he moaned low. Orlando stopped fondling the other man's organ and
spread his thighs wide. He saw the tube of lubricant (that Viggo had so
thoughtfully brought back from the bathroom) and picked it up. His hands
shook a little as he uncapped the tube and squeezed some of the gel onto his
fingers. Orli looked into Viggo's eyes, Viggo nodded. Orlando pressed his
finger against the older man's puckered entrance. Eyes locked, he pushed
inside slowly. "Okay?" he asked. Viggo nodded. Orlando pushed a little
deeper. "Vig...what should I...I want to please you..." he asked, voice
ragged.

Viggo's chest heaved. "Curl your finger a little Orli, slowly..." he
rasped.

"Like this?" Orli asked, doing as he was told. He watched Viggo writhe
beneath him, the older man groaning.

"Yes," he panted, "Yes Orli..." The young man caught on pretty fast. He
continued to thrust his long slender finger in and out, massaging the gland,
making Viggo delirious with rapture.

Watching Viggo becoming incoherent as he pleasured him made Orli's cock
stiffen even more. He carefully removed his finger. Viggo moaned softly at
the loss. Orlando was about to pick up the lube again when Viggo got to it
first. He watched the American squeeze some of it onto his hands and then
leisurely begin coating the Brit's aching organ. "Jesus Vig," Orli gasped,
becoming undone by the languorous strokes.

Viggo wrapped his legs behind Orli's back, careful not to put too much
pressure there, in case it was still a little sore. Viggo rested one hand
on the small of Orli's back and used the other to guide the young man's
weeping organ inside him. "Slow..." Viggo intoned as Orli pushed himself
eagerly inside Viggo, just a little too fast.

"Sorry," Orli groaned as he felt Viggo's body clamp around him. "God
Vig..." he moaned, never having felt such tight, delicious heat in his
entire life. He had to resist the impulse to drive his shaft all the way
inside, to feel Viggo's heat fully surrounding his throbbing cock.

"Give me a second Orli..." Viggo breathed, letting himself relax around
Orlando's arousal. "Haven't let anyone do this in a while..." It wasn't
Viggo's usual cup of tea, but he enjoyed feeling Orlando within his body.
The older man had always been the dominant one in relationships but he
wanted to give Orli anything he desired.

Orli bent down and kissed Viggo softly on the mouth. "Am I hurting you
Vig?" he asked, stroking Viggo's hair.

"No...you could never hurt me Orli," he said, kissing him back. As the kiss
went on Orli began slowly rocking his body against Viggo's, thrusting in and
out. Viggo began moving in time with the younger man's rhythm. Orli
shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, striking Viggo's
pleasure point. "Oooohhh-rliii," Viggo rumbled, driving his hips up hard,
forcing Orlando's cock deeper.

Viggo's verbal and physical encouragement pushed Orli over the edge, causing
him to pound himself hard and fast into Viggo, striking the gland with each
thrust, causing Viggo to moan his name over and over. As Orli felt himself
nearing climax he grabbed hold of Viggo's cock and pumped it at a punishing
speed. Orli didn't know which of them came first, but it didn't matter as
their thunderous moans mingled in the atmosphere.

The memory faded slowly as Viggo came back to the here and now. It was an
amazing experience, having Orli inside him. It seemed with every touch Orli
was stripped of the shyness he'd displayed the first time Viggo made love to
him. It made Viggo glad that Orlando was now allowing his lover to see all
sides of him. He fell in love with Orlando because he was such a
contradiction. Brash and loud, shy and quiet. Viggo wanted all of Orlando
and he felt like he was finally getting it.

Orli woke up slowly, feeling Viggo's mouth against his neck. He smiled,
arched back into the warmth of Viggo's big, strong body. "Hey Vig..." he
purred.

"Hey," Viggo said. He felt Orli move so let go, allowing the young man to
turn around. "Sleep well?" he asked, stroking his jaw line.

"Yeah, you?" Orlando asked, a little nervous to hear last night's reviews.

"Perfect..." Viggo said. He could see the slightly edgy look in Orli's
brown eyes. "You were great last night Orli," the American said.

"Really? You wouldn't just say that?" the Brit asked.

"I wouldn't lie to you Orlando," he said, seriously.

A little smiled played on Orlando's lips. "So I was good, huh?"

"Very."

"Guess I'm a fucking natural, huh?" Orli said, straight-faced except for the
mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"Oh Orli," Viggo groaned at the bad pun.

Orlando laughed. "I've always wanted to say that..." he mused, climbing on
top of Viggo. "So you wouldn't be adverse to a repeat performance?"

"Absolutely not. After I take my turn," he said, rolling so that he now had
the young man beneath him.

Viggo was kissing him hotly. The Brit happened to catch the time on the
clock. "Shit Vig...we're going to be late."

Viggo stopped kissing him and looked at the time. "Oh fuck..." Where had a
whole hour gone? "We'll save this for later," he said, reluctantly climbing
off of the young man. "Come on Orli, we better hit the shower," he was
saying as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. When his feet hit the
carpet he felt a wet squish. "What the fuck?" Viggo said.

'What's wrong?" Orli asked, right before he put his feet on the floor. A
look of horror crossed his face. "Oh fuck!" he said, jumping off the bed.
The entire carpet was a sloshy, waterlogged mess. Orlando ran to the
bathroom. In the hall there was a good inch of water on the wood floor. It
was flowing out of the bathroom in slow waves. Orli went in and saw what he
already knew was the culprit. The shower was still running, exactly as he'd
left it before they went to bed. Three inches, at least, of water had
gathered up and was sloshing over the edge. He heard Viggo's splashing
footsteps. Orli reached into the stall and turned off the taps. He felt
the older man looming behind him.

"Left the shower running all night, huh?" he said in a matter-of-fact,
unemotional voice.

Orlando turned. "I just...I guess so...don't kill me Vig," he said.

Viggo kept staring at Orlando's face, as if studying a piece of art. Then
suddenly he laughed. "It's okay Orli," he managed, still laughing.

"It is?"

"Yeah...the water's been getting backed up for awhile, I kept meaning to
call a plumber...it's not your fault...well, the flood is, and wasting all
this water, tsk tsk," he mock scolded, wagging his finger. He took Orlando
in his arms and kissed his lips gently. "And there goes my cleaning
deposit...." He murmured.

Orlando sighed in relief, glad that Viggo found this all so amusing.
"Guess that shower's out of the question," he said, finally.

Viggo laughed again. "There's a shower in the downstairs bathroom. Come
on," he said. He took Orlando's hand and led him down the flooded hall, the
soggy carpeted steps and towards the bathroom on the first floor. Before
they could get in the phone rang. Viggo pressed the speaker phone. "Yeah?"
he said, still suppressing the laughter.

"Uh, hey Viggo?"

Viggo gave Orlando a quizzical look, recognizing Dom's voice. "Yeah Dom.
What's going on?" Dom had never called Viggo before.

"Well, you see, me and the other Hobbits, we've been worried about Orlando.
He's been acting pretty strange lately."

Viggo raised his eyebrows at Orli. "You don't say?"

"Yeah, and I saw him Sunday night and dropped him home and I've called him
several times since and even went over there but he's nowhere to be found.
So I was calling to ask you if you had seen him?"

There was a long pause as Viggo and Orlando looked at one another. Viggo
was about to open his mouth, say something about being sure that Orli was
fine and he'd tell him to call Dom when he saw him on the set but before
Viggo could speak he heard Orli say: "No need to send out the search and
rescue team Dom, I'm right here."



Part 8: Rats

Summary: On closets and such...


Orlando was having the best dream. Viggo's warm, deviously clever tongue
was sliding up and down the length of his cock. The older man's fingers
were pressed gently into Orli's hips, holding him against the mattress. The
tongue swirled playfully at the tip of the young man's weeping organ,
lapping at the beads of liquid. He thought he heard an approving "Mmm,"
from Viggo, as he tasted his lover's essence. He wasn't sure however, his
own whimpers drowning out any noise the other might be making. Viggo's
fingers kneaded gently at Orlando's testicles, causing Orli to writhe a
little. The American's mouth placed soft, wet kisses along the hard shaft.
When Viggo's mouth surrounded his throbbing length Orli knew it was no
dream. His eyes popped open and he saw the older man bent over his groin.
Viggo didn't look up as Orli sank his fingers into his hair, grabbing hold
of a good chunk of it. Orli saw Viggo take his entire length into his
mouth, sucking harder and harder now that he knew Orlando had woken up.
Orli struggled against the gentle pressure of Viggo's hands, pushing his
hips up, driving his cock deeper into the older man's hot, wet mouth.
Orlando let out a long, rapturous moan as he came, semen surging into
Viggo's eager mouth. Viggo continued suckling Orli's cock, until he had
swallowed all of it.

Viggo let the softened organ slip from between his lips and slid back up
Orlando's body. He kissed Orli feverishly, letting the young man taste his
own semen. "Afternoon Orli," he purred, coming up for air.

Orli was still panting. "Jesus Vig..." he said, glancing at the clock. It
was almost one p.m.

"You told me to get you up by one," Viggo said, hand rubbing his hard
nipples, sliding down and stroking Orlando's stomach. They were lying
extremely close on Orlando's bed, which wasn't half as big as Viggo's.
Viggo's house had to be cleaned and re-carpeted so they had relocated to
Orli's flat.

"So I did," Orli breathed, finally catching his breath. It was Dom's day
off and Orli had told him he'd meet him for lunch so they could talk. He
thought back to the previous day, when he and Vig were trying to get
showered so they could get to the set on time. The phone rang. Dom was
worried about him and calling Viggo to find out where he was. He could've
(and was starting to think should've) let Viggo cover for him, tell Dom he
had no idea where Orli was. But he-Orlando Bloom, possibly the only living
actor who had a problem with lying- had instead opened his big mouth and
said he was right there.

What had he done? Had he outed himself? Was that even possible? Didn't
you have to be "in" to come out? Orli's head had started to hurt. That's
when Viggo kissed him on the forehead and went into the bathroom leaving
Orli and Dom on the phone. He had stood there after that, staring at the
phone when Dom's voice floated up from it. "Orli? You still there?"

Orli had picked up the receiver, hating speakerphones as all decent people
did. "I'm here Dom," he said, wondering if his voice sounded as strange to
Dom as it did to him. "Uh, listen mate, can't really talk now. Going to be
late as it is, but remember the other night when you said I could tell you
anything? And you said you wouldn't say anything to anyone else? Well I
have something to tell you and I will, just not on the phone," he said.
God, his heart was thumping harder than it had that first time with Viggo.
Okay, maybe not, but it was still pounding pretty hard.

"Okay Orli. Tomorrow's my day off. You want to get lunch?"

"Yeah, sure tomorrow. Lunch," he agreed quickly, anything to get off the
phone and terminate this awkward conversation.

"Great, pick you up at two?" he asked.

"Two. Perfect. See you then. Bye Dom," he said. Dom got out "bye" and
half of "Orli" before Orlando hung up the phone.

And now tomorrow was here. And Dom would be too in about an hour. If he
hadn't told Dom he had something to tell him that he didn't want anyone else
to know then Orli might've been able to get away with some excuse about his
place being rodent infested and that was why he was over at Viggo's. My
place has rats Dom. It's so shameful. Don't tell the others. No, that
wasn't going to play. Orlando rubbed his temple, feeling a headache
threatening. He turned his head and noticed Viggo's lips were moving.
Apparently he'd been speaking this whole time but all Orli caught was
"Orli?"

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" Viggo asked, seeing
the puzzled look on his young lover's face.

"Sorry Vig...bit distracted as it seems I'm about to come out of a closet I
didn't even know I was in...."

Viggo frowned slightly and kissed Orlando's mouth softly. They hadn't
discussed this topic at all. Viggo knew Orli hadn't been with a man before
him. But beyond that they hadn't discussed the larger implications of their
relationship, as far as it pertained to Orli's sexuality. Viggo didn't need
to have it explained to him. Orli was young and maybe Viggo was the fist
man he'd felt comfortable enough with to open himself up to something deeper
than friendship. The other option was that the young Brit was experimenting
and Viggo was the guinea pig. But no, Viggo didn't believe that, he knew
how Orli felt about him. "You don't have to do that," Viggo said.

"Yeah Vig, I think I do. What am I supposed to tell him? 'Yeah Dom, been
fucking Viggo for five days now but don't worry mate I'm still as straight
as ever, let's go pick up some girls'?"

"Is that what you want?" Viggo asked.

Orlando looked into Viggo's eyes. "Is what what I want Vig?"

"If that's all this is Orli, just us fucking...then if you want to go pick
up girls with Dom then that's what you should do," Viggo said calmly as a
lump the size of a guinea pig formed in his throat.

"I don't want to pick up girls...is that what you think? That this is just
me sowing my wild oats or something," he said, hurt that Viggo would think
that at all.

Viggo shook his head. "No Orli...that's not what I think. But we haven't
talked about this...you've only had heterosexual relationships up until five
days ago."

"Yeah, and since I met you I've been falling in love with you and you're the
only man that I've ever had these kinds of feelings for. And since you
first made love to me there's been this question swimming around my head. A
little voice that keeps asking 'are you gay Orli?' And I don't have the
answer. All I know is I love you. I love watching you paint. Love when
you hold me close and read poetry. Love talking with you about any and
every topic. And I love when you touch me and kiss me. I love how it feels
when you're inside me, filling me, so I don't know where I end and you
begin. I love falling asleep with you still inside of me. And I love
waking up in your arms. Does that mean I'm gay Vig? I dunno," he said
softly, shaking his head.

Viggo climbed on top of the younger man. "You don't have to label this
Orlando. That's all I meant when I said you didn't have to come out of the
closet. Tell Dom the truth, exactly like you told me," stroking the young
man's face.

"The truth...right...but maybe I'll leave out that bit about what it feels
like when you're inside me..." he said, soft laughter escaping his lips.
"If it gets out how fucking amazing you are in bed I might have to fight the
Hobbits off you with a stick," he said.

Viggo laughed too. "I'll lend you Andúril," he said.

"Thanks..." he said, kissing the American's mouth. He felt Viggo's hard
cock pushing against him. "Sit up," he said, urging the older man to
straddle his hips. That naughty, mischievous glint was in his brown eyes
again as he picked up the tube on the nightstand.

"What are you up to Orli?" Viggo asked, as he watched the young man beneath
him. Orlando gave him a devilish little smirk and began slicking Viggo's
engorged organ. "Orli...we don't have time..."

"Go fast and hard Vig," Orlando said

"That could hurt..." Viggo warned, his throat tight thinking of fucking
Orlando hard and fast, with no restraint.

"Don't care. Wanna be fucked," he said, lifting his legs up, resting his
calves on Viggo's shoulders. "Do it Vig. Fuck me," he said, voice thick
with desire. He felt Viggo's rigid shaft push against his entrance, start
to slowly slide inside. "Not like that...all of you...inside.... now..."
Orlando rasped.

Viggo didn't disappoint, slamming his organ all the way inside the young man
in one hard, quick thrust. He was rewarded with a low, throaty moan as
Orlando dug his fingers into his arms. He didn't wait for Orli to adjust to
his presence. The older man began a pounding, insistent rhythm, driving
hard and fast, knowing he was bruising the delicate flesh that surrounded
him. He would've worried about Orlando if he wasn't screaming "God Viggo"
and "Yes Viggo" and "Fuck me Viggo" over and over until it blended into one
long word, "Godviggoyesviggofuckmeviggo."

Viggo was striking his gland with every brutal thrust. Orli's incoherent
babbling was cut off as Viggo covered his mouth in a predatory kiss.
Orlando felt his seed come spilling out between them, the orgasm tearing
through him as Viggo's mouth swallowed his moans of ecstasy. Viggo pulled
his head back, roaring like a wild animal, his semen surging into Orli.
Orli's legs slid down as Viggo pulled out. They were both panting, sweaty
messes. Viggo looked at Orlando's face. His eyes were closed. A slight
smile was visible on his swollen lips. Viggo wished he could paint the
younger man just like that, face perfectly serene in the aftermath. Viggo
caressed his lips with his thumb. "Orli?"

"I'm okay Vig..." he said, opening his eyes, knowing that that was what
Viggo was going to ask. "That was...incredible..." He glanced at the
clock. "I better hit the shower, Dom'll be here soon," Orlando said,
reluctantly pulling out of Viggo's embrace and getting out of bed. He
looked down at Viggo who made no move to get up. "You coming Vig?"

"If I join you you'll never be ready in time," Viggo said.

"True...alright...what will you do?" Orlando asked.

Viggo was already reaching for the clock, resetting the alarm. "Get some
more sleep. You wore me out," he said, setting the clock down, pulling the
covers back over him. He closed his eyes. "See you on the set Orli," he
said, yawning.

Orlando smiled. Viggo going to sleep in his bed, like he belonged there and
never had any intention of leaving. God, I must be dreaming, he thought as
he headed for the bathroom.



Part 9: Lunch

Summary: Lunch and then some.


"So, I'm fucking Viggo," Orli said out loud. To the mirror in the tiny
men's room of the restaurant. "Dom, Viggo and I are lovers." He frowned,
it sounded so trite, like he'd wandered out of a bad romance novel. "Me and
Vig are fucking, pass the ketchup." "Viggo and I are in love and for the
past five days he and I have been engaging in sexual relations." He thought
of a certain American president and a recent sexual scandal. Orlando
adopted a serious pose and said "I did have sexual relations with that man,
Mr. Mortensen". "Oh fucking hell..." Orlando sighed, moving away from the
mirror and leaning on the wall next to the hand dryer. Why was this so
hard? Why were his palms sweaty and his heart racing? Dom probably had it
all figured out anyway so all that was left was for Orli to confirm it. He
closed his eyes and felt his brain start to hurt. The bathroom door opened
but Orli didn't look up.

The guy saw Orli leaning against the wall, looking like he was in a great
deal of pain. "Hey," the guy said. "You okay?" he asked.

Orli opened his eyes and looked at the interloper. He was tall (taller than
him and Vig at any rate), attractive (not more attractive though than him or
Vig) and young (probably his age). He smiled at Orli, who was still leaning
against the wall. 'Hey you okay?' Orli thought, 'what kind of thing is
that to say to someone you meet in the loo? Is he hitting on me? Am I
giving of some sort of vibe now?' "Uh, hey, I'm fine, um, look, mate, I'm
sorry, I'm not really interested," Orli said.

The guy had a puzzled look on his face. "Not interested in what?"

"Never mind," Orli said, flushing hotly, leaving the bathroom. Well, if he
was gay didn't that much-hyped radar come with the starter kit? So how come
he was making a fool of himself in a bathroom with a total stranger who was
only inquiring if he as okay? Orli slouched back over to his and Dom's
booth in a corner of the restaurant.

"Everything okay?" Dom asked.

"Yes, everything's fine...would you pass the ketchup?" he said.

"Orli-this is getting ridiculous," Dom said, trying to sound sensitive.
"We've been here for an hour and the only thing you've said to me is 'pass
the ketchup'."

'Me and Vig are fucking' was supposed to be the first part of that sentence.
"Yeah, I know...its just...I don't want to lose a friend," he said, hanging
his head low, fear making his voice tremble a little.

Dom put his hand on Orlando's shoulder, causing Orli to look up. "You will
lose a friend if you keep insulting me like that. I told you you could tell
me anything. That I'm here for you. So are you going to tell me or am I
going to have to tell you what I suspect is going on?"

"Viggo and I are lovers," he said softly, opting for the bad romance novel
approach.

"Yeah," Dom said, like it was yesterday's news.

"Yeah? That's all I get? Yeah? Where's the shock? Why aren't you running
to the loo about to lose your lunch?"

"What do you think Orli? I'm some homophobic bastard who bails on his mates
because they tell him they like to fuck guys? Is that what you would do
Orli, if I told you me and Billy were shagging?"

Orli raised his eyebrows. "Of course not. Are you?" he asked, interested.
Maybe there was something in the water in New Zealand.

"No. It was a hypothetical. Really Orli, it's not that surprising. When
we met I kind of thought you might be, you know, queer. Not that I was
judging you, just a vibe, you know?"

No, he didn't know because his kit was missing the gaydar. Orli was
considering asking for a refund. "A vibe..."

"Yeah, but then you were constantly going on about girls so I figured I was
wrong."

Orlando felt the tension in his body dissolving as he realized Dom wasn't
going to run screaming from him. "So, um, how did you figure it out?"

"I guess I saw the way you look at him sometimes, the way you gush...I just
figured you had a crush on him. So when I saw you with a hard-on, bedroom
door conspicuously shut, wearing that crumpled t-shirt that was obviously
not yours I started putting it together. And then the way you acted at
dinner the other night...it really wasn't all that difficult," Dom could see
the color rising in his friend's cheeks. "It's okay Orli, the only other
person that I know of who suspects anything is Liv," He said.

"Liv knows?"

"Not officially, its not like I called her with the news. She just thought
you liked Viggo. We were having dinner one night, just talking and all and
you came up. How did Liv put it? Oh yes, 'it's so cute how Orli looks at
Viggo like he hung the moon'," Dom said, adopting a breathy, higher pitch
for Liv's quote.

"You and Liv discussed me over dinner?"

"It wasn't like that, we were just talking about everything and she asked if
you'd met someone down here. When I said not that I knew of she said she
thought it was because you were hung up on Viggo."

"I wish one of you would have told me...could've started shagging Vig a
whole lot sooner," he muttered.

Dom started laughing and then Orli joined in. "How come you didn't tell us
you're gay Orli? I don't get why you felt the need to pretend to like
girls."

"I wasn't pretending. I like women. I don't even know if I am gay Dom.
Vig's the first guy that I've..." his voice trailed off.

"Ohhh," Dom said, "That's why you were so uneasy?"

"Yeah, this is all new to me Dom...and its only been going on since
Friday...so much has happened...my head hasn't stopped spinning...one minute
my back is hurting and I'm feeling like shit because I miss you all so
much.... the next thing I know Viggo's telling me he loves me and I'm
telling him the same thing..."

'Wow..."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the word of the hour," Orli said, sipping his
beer. He looked at his watch. "Shit, I have to get to the set..."

"I'll drive you over there," Dom said.

"Thanks mate," Orli said. They got their waiter's attention and she brought
over the check. They left the cash on the table and got up. Orli went
right over to Dom and wrapped his arms around his friend, crushing him in a
tight hug. He then let him go. "Thank you for caring Dom. And also for
not caring."

Dom nodded. "Anytime," he said. The two young men went out to the car and
Dom dropped Orli off at the set. Orli leaned back into the window after
closing the door.

"Thanks again."

"No problem Orli. And don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone." Orli
nodded, reached in and clasped Dom on the shoulder. Orli finally withdrew
his hand and headed onto the set. When he got to the makeup trailer Viggo
was already there but not in his Aragorn get up yet.

"Hey Vig," he said.

Viggo looked up from the journal he was writing in. "How was lunch?"

"Hardly ate..." he said, coming over to sit next to Viggo on the couch.

"That good, huh?" Viggo asked, putting the journal aside.

"Didn't have much of an appetite..."he replied, slipping off of the couch
and falling to his knees in front of Viggo. Orli reached for the button of
Viggo's jeans. He popped it open and unzipped the fly. "Could use a bit of
snack right now though," he said, hooking his fingers inside the waistband
of the jeans, trying to slide them down.

Viggo grabbed Orli's hands. "You're not going to tell me how it went with
Dom?"

"Oh, it was fine. Dom was great. Apparently he knew I had a thing for you
even before I did," Orli said

"Is that right?" Viggo said, releasing Orlando's hands and lifting his hips
to let the younger man slide his jeans down.

"Yeah, Liv noticed it too..." Orlando took his hand, stroking Viggo's
already hard shaft.

"Hmm...she told me she thought you were interested...I said she was
crazy...." Viggo said.

"You owe Liv an apology," Orli said. "And I owe you a blowjob." Orli
brought his head close and ran his tongue around the tip of Viggo's cock.
While he snaked his tongue along the length of flesh, Orli began softly
grazing Viggo's testicles with his fingertips. An approving whimper fell
from the older man's lips. Orli laid his lips against the side of Viggo's
organ and began sucking softly at the skin, all the while caressing and
teasingly stoking Viggo's sacs. Orli moved his mouth, sucking continuously,
until he came to the tip again. Liquid was leaking slowly from the head.
Orli flicked his tongue against the tip, lapping up the semen.

Viggo groaned low, hands coming behind Orli's head, moving against the
shaved part of his skull and then ruffling the Mohawk. The younger man's
fingers were still toying with his testicles. It felt like sweet torture.
At last Orli took the head of Viggo's aching cock into his mouth. He began
sucking softly. The hot, wet suction was driving Viggo mad, causing him to
buck beneath Orli, raise his hips.

Orli almost choked as Viggo pushed his entire cock down his throat, but he
didn't. He sucked harder though, feeling Viggo's need as the older man
moved beneath him. Viggo roared as he released hot waves of semen down
Orli's throat. Orli struggled to swallow as much as he could. When he
released Viggo he had a little dribble coming down the side of his mouth.
He looked up at Viggo who was panting, head thrown back. Orli got off of
his knees and sat on Viggo's lap, facing him.

Viggo lifted his head. Seeing the liquid trickling down from the corner of
Orli's mouth, Viggo took hold of the younger man's head and licked him
clean. He then caught Orli's mouth in a frenzied kiss. They stopped
finally, remembering that they were both due in makeup. Viggo was getting
himself together and Orli wasn't going to wait. As he got to the door and
put his hand on the knob Orli turned his head back. "Vig?"

"Yeah Orli?"

"Thanks for the pick me up," he said, smirking and leaving the trailer.

Viggo was laughing quietly as he cleaned himself up, thinking how he'd
created quite the little monster. He heard the trailer door open, so he
left the tiny bathroom. "Forget something Orl- Sean?!"

Sean Bean walked straight over to Viggo and kissed him full on the mouth.
"Guess who's back baby," the older Brit said, with a wry grin curling his
lips.



Part 10: Misunderstandings



For a moment Viggo was stunned. Sean's kiss was bold, hard, and deep.
Sean's fingers were sunk into Viggo's hair, pressing hard against his skull,
holding his head in place. Finally the Brit let go, letting Viggo breathe.
Viggo sucked in air as Sean started laughing. "What the hell was that?"
Viggo asked, starting to breathe normally.

"That was a kiss Viggo. You've really taken this celibacy thing a bit too
far if you don't-" Sean stopped speaking suddenly, realizing Viggo's mouth
had tasted like...cum. "On second thought...who've you been blowing?"

"Sean," Viggo said, warningly.

"Astin? No fucking way," Sean said, stunned.

"No, he's happily married in case you've forgotten."

Sean let out a disbelieving snort. "There ain't no such thing Vig," he
said. "Now, unless you're a lot more flexible than you look I know you've
either been sucking cock or that was the remnant of a lip lock following
someone blowing you. So, which is it Vig? Who is the person that did what
I couldn't?"

Viggo sighed. "You're still upset about that?"

"I'm not used to being turned down cold Viggo," he said. "But, you know,
you told me you weren't into casual sex and I respected that..."

"Getting me drunk and giving me a hand job notwithstanding," Viggo said
wryly.

Sean laughed. "I did not get you drunk. You were pissed before I even got
there."

"Yeah, I guess I was..." he said, and Viggo had to admit it had felt good at
the time, Sean's' big powerful hand gripping his aching cock. But the next
day on the set he'd seen Orli and felt this inexplicable surge of guilt,
like he'd somehow betrayed the young man. And that made no sense because he
and Orli were only friends, right? Wrong. Even after the hand job he and
Bean had remained friends. Sean was disappointed that Viggo didn't want to
take it further but he'd never let it affect their friendship. "Sean..."
Viggo began.

The glint left Sean's eyes as he saw the look on Viggo's face. Whoever it
was it wasn't a casual thing to the American. Now he knew that Viggo had
been telling the truth when he said he didn't fuck just for the fun of it.
"You've gone and fallen in love, haven't you mate?" he said softly.

"Yeah..." Viggo breathed.

"So tell me who it is," Sean asked, the teasing tone completely gone.

"Orlando," Viggo said quietly.

Sean's eyes widened a fraction. "That little brat?" he said, half of a
laugh escaping his lips. Leave it to the little elven-princess to snag
Viggo's heart.

"Orli's not a brat-I thought you liked him Sean," Viggo said.

"I like him just fine, he's a sweet kid. And I'm sure he's good for a roll
in the sack but to fall for someone who's probably shagging half the cast?"

Viggo was shaking his head. "If you think that then you don't really know
him Sean," Viggo said.

"Oh come on Vig. You're smarter than that. We all have seen how loose Orli
is with his affections. You really think he's not fucking a half dozen
people besides you?"

Viggo took a couple steps closer to the other man. "Don't talk about him
like that," he warned, his voice low.

Sean put his hand on Viggo's shoulder. "Okay, hey sorry...I guess I don't
know him," he said gently.

The tension visibly drained from Viggo's body. He had seriously felt like
he was going to haul off and deck Sean if he continued to badmouth Orli. "I
love him Sean," he said. It felt so good to say it out loud. He hadn't
been able to talk to anyone about how deeply his emotions for the young Brit
ran.

Sean was nodding. "And how does he feel about you?" he asked.

"The same," Viggo said. "It's been unbelievable Sean...everything feels so
right with him..."

"Well I'm happy for you then. And if the little bastard hurts you he'll
just have to deal with me," Sean said.

Viggo smiled. Sean sounded like an overprotective big brother. "So what
the fuck are you doing back here anyway?"

"Don't know. Peter said he needed me down here. You know how it is, he
says jump and I say how high," Sean explained.

"Well, whatever the reason its really good to see you," Viggo said.

"Yeah, you too mate," Sean agreed, hugging his friend.

Viggo let his arms slide around the Brit. He'd missed their friendship more
than he'd realized.

Orlando was sitting in a chair, waiting for Helen to find his ears. She'd
brought the ones for Craig Parker and they just wouldn't do. He closed his
eyes and licked his lips, still tasting Viggo on them. A small smile turned
the corners of his mouth. He couldn't get enough of the American. He
wished he could wrap himself up in Viggo's body and let the rest of the
world fall away. Even when Viggo wasn't near him Orli could feel the
memory of his touch lingering on his skin.

Viggo's big, strong hands, calloused from all that weapons training,
caressed his face. Those amazingly skilled hands slid over his shoulders,
down his arms. Viggo's fingers traced a line down his chest, stopping
briefly to tease his hard nipples. Orlando felt the muscles of his stomach
ripple as Viggo's hands slinked over his toned belly. Orli felt himself
warming to the deliberate, silky, albeit imaginary caresses. His cock
thickened in his jeans. Fantasy Viggo did not ignore the hardened flesh.
The American's large hand stroked the length of the young man's cock. With
his thumb he rubbed the sensitive tip, fingers wet with the drops of semen
that leaked out. Orli gasped audibly when he thought of Viggo wrapping his
hand tight around his throbbing organ. In Orlando's mind, the older man
squeezed his cock with just the right amount of force, making Orli shift in
his makeup chair, a small whimper escaping his parted lips. He was racing
towards orgasm, imagining Viggo's hand pumping him mercilessly. He felt
like he was going to come without even touching himself at all.

"Hey Orli," a voice touched by amusement said, "Having a good daydream?"

Orlando sat up straight, eyes popping open. It was Craig who'd spoken.
Orli's face felt flushed and he was still painfully hard inside his jeans, a
fact that Craig seemed to notice, a knowing grin on his face. "Uh,
yeah...how's it going Craig?" he asked, trying to make his voice
conversational.

"Not too bad..." he said, settling into the seat next to Orli. "You weren't
fantasizing about me by any chance, hmm?" he teased.

"Sorry Craig, hate to burst your bubble," Orli replied. Craig was always
playfully flirting with him. Orli was never a homophobe so even before his
relationship began with Viggo it had never bothered him. Now it made him
wonder. He thought of his own defective gaydar and wondered if Craig had
sensed Orli was gay all along.

Craig adopted a look of disappointment. "Oh Orli, you do break my
heart...so, who was it that had you all hot and bothered?" He was leaning
in Orli's direction, interested.

"All right Craig, I admit it, it was you," he said, deadpan.

An affectionate smile played across Craig's lips. "How I wish that were
true Orlando," he laughed softly. "I'm glad to see you're in a better mood
than you were last week," he said, deciding to change the topic and let the
younger man off the hook.

"Was it that obvious?"

"You weren't your usual self Orli," he said. "Viggo in particular mentioned
how concerned he was about you. He'll be pleased to see that your spirits
have," he paused, clearing his throat, "lifted."

Orli shifted in his chair. "How was your weekend Craig?"

"Not bad, caught up on my sleep...oh, did you hear the news? Bean's back,"
he said.

"Really? What for?" Orli asked. He liked Sean, they got along just fine.
Better than fine. Sean was always good for a laugh. But right now all Orli
could think of was how close Sean and Viggo had been, bonding instantly. He
remembered feeling jealous and not understanding why at the time. There was
a familiarity between the two older men that Orli had been achingly
resentful of. And if he thought about it, it wasn't until after Sean left
that he and Viggo had started to get close.

"Some re-shoots I suppose. Bet Viggo will be happy," Craig said, the last
half of the remark laced with innuendo.

Orli frowned a little. "Yeah, I guess so...they were really good mates,"
the young Brit said.

"Not to tell tales out of school but...between you and me, they were a
little more than just good mates," Craig said, conspiratorially.

Orli felt his heart begin to thud inside his chest. What the hell was Craig
saying? "What makes you say that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice
level.

"Well, one night I was at this bar and I saw them there, snogging as if
their lives depended on it, Sean's hand down Viggo's pants," he said. "I'll
tell you what, I had some pretty vivid dreams the next few nights thanks to
them."

Orli couldn't speak. He could barely think. Orli trusted Viggo and Viggo
had lied to him. He felt sick to his stomach, a cold sweat breaking out
over his skin. Orlando was vaguely aware of the trailer door opening and
Viggo coming in.

"Hey Orli, Craig," he said nonchalantly. Viggo repressed the impulse to
walk straight over to his lover and devour his delectable mouth.

"Hey Viggo, did Bean find you? He said he was heading over to your
trailer," Craig said.

"Yeah he found me..." Viggo was looking at Orli. He looked like he was
about to be sick. "Orli? Are you okay? You don't look good."

Orlando turned his head to look at the American. "I'm fine Vig, I just
think I ate something that disagreed with me," he said, getting out of his
seat and heading to the bathroom. The young Brit closed the door and sat in
the corner, drawing his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees. As he felt
the world falling apart around him, hot, silent tears began to fall.



Part 11: Trust

Summary:Kissing and making up


The makeup artists had finally come into the trailer and started to work on
Craig and Viggo. Helen, the woman who always did Orli's makeup sat idle,
waiting for Orlando to return from the bathroom. It was oddly quiet, and
Orli had already been in there for a good twenty minutes. Viggo was using
all of his considerable willpower to keep from rushing back there and
breaking down the door to see what was wrong with Orli.

"Maybe I should see if he's okay..." Helen began.

"You know what," Viggo said, "Let me...Orli's a little...sensitive
sometimes, doesn't like people seeing weakness in him." The person doing
Viggo's makeup backed up a little to let him get by. Viggo went to the back
of the trailer. There was no sound coming from inside. "Orli?" he said
gently, rapping his fist softly on the door.

"Go away Vig," the young man said, his voice choked by sobs.

The way Orli sounded made Viggo's heart constrict. "If you're not feeling
well let me help," he said.

"Just go the fuck away!" he shouted.

"Absolutely not," Viggo replied. He considered trying to force the door
open. It was pretty flimsy, probably wouldn't take much force. Then again
the bathroom was small, no telling where Orli was and Viggo didn't want to
risk hurting him. He decided to try the handle, maybe the lock was weak and
if he gave it a good pull...Viggo was shocked as the door swung wide open,
not having been locked after all. He stepped inside and shut the door. He
saw his young lover sitting against the wall. It was a tight fit but Viggo
got down on his knees in front of the younger man. Orli's head was hung
low. Viggo took hold of his chin and delicately lifted his head. "Baby,
what's wrong?" Tears streaked Orli's beautiful face, his lips trembled. It
broke Viggo's heart, making him want to kill whoever had wrung tears from
this sweet, gentle young man. "Orli, talk to me."

"How *could* you?" Orlando asked, the hurt plain in his voice.

Viggo shook his head a little. "Orli, I...I don't know what you think I
did..." The American was completely confused. They'd just been together in
their trailer, nothing had happened to upset the younger man.

"You told me you love me...I trusted you in a way I have never trusted
anyone else...I gave myself to you Vig...shit, I trusted you enough to put
my health at risk...and now I find out it was all lies..." his sounded like
someone who's spirit had been crushed.

"I've never lied to you Orlando. Not about loving you. Not about
anything," Viggo said.

"You told me you hadn't fucked anyone in a year," Orli said, his voice
becoming eerily calm.

"That's the truth. My last relationship ended over a year ago," Viggo said,
not knowing where this was coming from.

Orli just stared at his lover. "Stop fucking lying to me! What the hell
kind of game are you playing with me Vig?" he asked, voice becoming
tremulous.

Viggo put both hands on the young man's forearms. "Listen to me Orli, I'm
not playing any games. I love you. Tell me where this is coming from."

"I know all about you and Sean. What am I to you Vig? A warm body to keep
you company after your lover left?" he said.

"Sean was never my lover Orlando. Who told you he was?" Viggo wanted to
know. He was planning on cutting their balls off.

"Doesn't matter. I'm just glad I finally know the truth," he said, getting
up off the floor. He tried to move around Viggo but the older man pushed
him back against the wall. "Get off of me," Orli hissed.

"Not until you let me clear this up," Viggo said, his voice calm even as he
forcefully held the younger man against the wall. "The *truth* is that Sean
and I had one drunken encounter in a bar. We kissed, he jerked me off," he
said. "But I went home alone, you know why? Because it felt wrong...and
the next day I saw you Orlando and I felt this ridiculous sense of guilt for
betraying you-it was then that I started realizing that I was already
falling in love with you." Viggo paused, taking a deep breath. "I should
have told you this before now...and I'm sorry. But you listen to me
Orlando. Are you listening?" he asked, his voice impassioned. The young
man nodded. "I don't want you to ever doubt my love for you or believe that
I would ever put your life at risk. Next to my son you are the most
important person in my life."

Orli saw warmth, passion, and most of all love, burning bright in Viggo's
blue eyes. The Brit didn't know what to say so instead he pressed his lips
to Viggo's. He kissed Viggo's mouth tenderly, trying to convey how sorry he
felt for doubting him.

Viggo was still for a moment as Orli's warm, soft lips moved against his.
The kiss was pleading and a little frantic. Orli wrapped his arms around
Viggo, clinging to the older man's body. Orli's long, lean frame pressed
against him. Slowly Viggo responded to the kiss. He slid his arms around
the younger man, holding him close. Orli was warm and yielding in his
strong arms. Viggo deepened the kiss, the American's tongue slipping
between Orli's lips.

Orli moaned softly. He snaked his tongue against Viggo's. He felt ashamed
of himself for ever doubting Viggo. He was wrong to get so upset, there was
no way Viggo would ever hurt him intentionally. "Sorry Vig," he whispered,
"I don't know what got into me, and I should've asked you before I got all
worked up."

Viggo's hands came down, encircling Orli's waist, holding the slender man
against him. "It's okay...I know you're struggling to wrap your mind around
all that's happened between us. Next time just come to me first, before you
get all worked up?"

"Next time? How many cast members have given you hand jobs Vig?" he asked,
a lighthearted tone in his voice.

"Well there was Billy and Karl and Hugo and, oh and Ian, can't forget Ian,"
he said, ticking off the names on his fingers as he counted. Orli saw the
mirth in Viggo's eyes and hit his arm, none too gently. "Ow!"

"That was not funny Vig," Orli said.

"That hurt...I'm going to have to punish you for that," he said, kissing
Orli fervently.

"I can't wait..." he replied. The kiss went on for a bit but then they both
pulled away, breathing heavy. "Guess we'd better get back out there..."

"Yeah, we'd better," Viggo agreed, moving towards the door. "You coming?"

"Just going to wash my face first," he said.

Viggo nodded and kissed Orli's forehead. "I love you," the older man said.

Orli smiled. "Hey Vig, no matter how stupid I act...never stop loving me,
okay?"

"I don't ever intend to," he replied and left the younger man in the
bathroom.

Even as his doubt about Viggo dissipated Orli felt a kernel of fear settle
inside his belly. Even if Viggo wasn't interested in Sean it seemed
apparent Sean was interested in Viggo. The two older men were so close, had
so much in common. Orli felt incredibly intimidated by their bond. How
could he compete with that?

As Viggo walked back to the makeup area he thought about that night at the
bar with Sean. An image of Craig, sitting at a table, waving hello as he
entered, came to him. Viggo settled into his chair beside Craig.

"Orli alright?" Craig asked, concerned.

"He's just fine. But you my friend are a dead man."



Part 12: Punishment

Summary: Sex, sex and more sex. Did I mention sex?


Craig Parker had just died in Viggo Mortensen's arms. Well, to be
technical, Haldir died in Aragorn's arms and Craig was still very much
alive. But if he was reading the look on Viggo's face correctly, he might
soon be joining his elven counterpart in an early grave.

Shooting was over for that night. It was earlier than usual, only three
a.m. Craig and Viggo got up off the ground as people around them
congratulated them on their good work. Craig noticed Viggo nodding in
thanks as his eyes scanned the area. He saw what the American saw: Orli
giving Viggo a secretive little smile and then walking off set. He caught a
small smirk cross Vig's lips before it disappeared, replaced by a look that
made Craig want to place a protective hand over his groin.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't castrate you," Viggo began,
conversationally.

"Viggo," Craig began, through nervous laughter.

"You've got a big mouth Craig," Viggo said evenly.

Craig was about to say 'all the better to eat you with,' a la the big bad
wolf, but thought better of it. "Look, Viggo, I'm really sorry, how was I
supposed to know that it was going to upset Orli? It's not like I knew that
the two of you were-whatever you are. And frankly Viggo, if you don't want
your sexual escapades to be public knowledge its probably not the best idea
to get hand jobs in bars," he said.

Viggo had to reluctantly concede that point. "I just didn't need this
Craig. Orlando is hesitant enough without having his confidence shaken by
gossip."

"Don't tell me you're his first?" Craig asked, a small, almost disbelieving
smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm not telling you anything Craig."

"Oh come on Viggo, I'm truly sorry. If I knew that you and Orli were a
couple I wouldn't have said a thing to him," he said.

"You don't know anything, got it? Just erase that factoid about me and Orli
from your gossipy little mind," Viggo said.

"You have my word I will not tell a soul."

Viggo nodded. He had to admit that this could have all been avoided if he
was honest with Orli about his dalliance with Sean. "Thanks Craig." Viggo
said. He had turned to go and then stopped and turned back around. "Oh and
Craig?"

"Yeah Viggo?"

"Next time you stir up trouble for me and Orli, I fully intend to make you
half the elf you are right now," he said, smiling menacingly and then
walking away.

Orli came out of the bathroom, all de-elfed just as Viggo came into their
trailer. "Hey Vig," he said, wiping his face dry with a towel.

Viggo looked