Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 14

He entered the lunch tent with a flourish. The others there turned at the temporary commotion, seeing only Viggo, went back to their business. But
flourish-wasn't Viggo-the hairs on the back of Orlando's neck rose.
He stilled just inside the doorway, scanning and finding his target. His eyes zeroed in on Orlando making him gulp at their intensity. He seemed intent on a mission, Orli had a sneaky suspicion that mission was him.

Giving halfhearted greetings to those few he passed, his eyes never left the younger man, who had went back to peeling the orange like he hadn't noticed him.
That could be fixed!
Orli was sitting at one of the picnic style tables instead of the table and chairs,
'Perfect!' He smiled, flipping the ranger coat out behind him, he straddled the seat, facing his suddenly uptight lover. No greeting, just a questioning, nervous glance before resuming his peeling.
He would wait him out, he always did.
One juicy portion slipped past now glistening lips. When his tongue darted out to wipe them Viggo almost growled. And Orlando must have heard it for the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth, Viggo could only see from the side as Orli continued staring straight ahead at the tents wall, effectively ignoring him.

Viggo made a play of adjusting his coat, making sure the side facing what few people were left in the tent, concealed the view of his leg sliding up over Orli's knee, pulling it towards him as he settled back down, closer still. Three inches more and Orlando would be in his lap.
Muscles tensed beneath his leg--up the too straight back--setting the fine jaw in a hard line.
He knew he was enjoying this too much when he wanted to laugh because Orli still wouldn't look at him even while speaking.
"Your not gonna get a plate?"

Viggo didn't answer, gaze steadily on him, waiting, forcing Orli to look as he knew it would.
He leaned slightly away from the older man, barely tilting his head to peer sideways into ravenous cobalt eyes. It jolted him to the core. Stringing him tighter still and making his voice squeak at first. He looked back at the wry smirk the man was now wearing and tried very, very hard to pretend this wasn't making him want to jump out of skin and escape.

"So if your not hungry then...?"
He left it open, not wishing Vig to think he didn't want him around. Just..not so close.

"I never said I wasn't hungry baby." The low rasp of silk hovered around Orli's ear like pure sex, shredding the thin line of calm pretense in a shudder that ripped though him.

"*What*..in the *hell* do you think your doing?" He whispered as harsh as he could manage without being overheard. He didn't need to look at Viggo, he heard the smile in his voice.

"Why..I'm spending time with you." He pouted innocently. Orli swore he heard him bat his lashes. Then that smooth sinful husk was back. "We live practically next to each other, work together every day, yet I've been unable to touch you for four..straight..days...lover!"

Orli's eyes were closed already, fighting to keep his semi-erection from becoming a full pounding force. With the man's voice purrlikelike that an image of a sleek panther pinning him to the ground flashed through his mind, but the creature licking his neck was all Viggo. He almost jumped when the purr continued, it had seemed so real.

"It's driving me fairly insane..my pretty elf."

A straight row of pearly whites clamped his lower lip to stop it trembling as he turned to catch Viggo's eye. The sight of it he saw, as Viggo licked his lips, eyeing his mouth with hunger, was only turning his lover on more. He was suddenly desperate to leave and spoke harsher than intended.

"It's not my fault you've sat in front of fax machine into all hours of the bloody night Viggo. I mean, fucking hell..even on your birthday. I know your a perfectionist and want to help this movie to be great and all, but Pete *is* the director, not you!" He regretted it before the harsh whispered words finished, even more so when the hurt entered blue eyes, making them blink and look momentarily away.
"Shit!" He would have banged his head on the table if no one was around, instead he turned ever soghtlghtly towards Viggo, letting the hand farthest away drop below the table to caress the leg that lay over his. He hadn't realized the other's hand had been resting there until their fingers met, when he would have pulled away Viggo laced them together and gave an encouraging squeeze. "You know I didn't mean that, I'm such a..."

"It's true." He shrugged like he didn't care.

"No it's..well, maybe..a little. Just not the way I spat it out like a complete wanker. I'm really.."

"Don't be." He squeezed his hand again. "I only help out when I'm asked, but, it's true. I do have a tendency to throw myself into something I want.... wholeheartedly." He looked pointedly at Orlando who felt his heart flutter in response. "I should be giving you an apology. I knew you wanted to be with me. I was just...selfishly hoping you would come over...maybe stay."

Orli glanced away guiltily and Viggo sighed deep inside. He was spending the night with his baby more and more over these last weeks, but Orli stuck stead fast to his rule, *he* never stayed and Viggo grew more and more worried. December was closing in at a fast rate..and then what? They needed time alone-to talk-if they could. He was apprehensive even broaching the subject, with Orli still flitting around the edges of a *relationship* but.

"What would have been the point anyway Vig? You told me you worked through the night and didn't even sleep."

"I know. You might have encouraged me to bed though."

He smiled at the suggestive smirk and wiggle of a brow, wishing he had the courage to just plant a big sloppy wet one on the mouth *he* was now staring at. Vig was rubbing off on him. He bit his bottom lip again, this time to hide a smile.

"Go ahead. You know you want to."

Eyes widened in feigned innocence and true shock. "Want to what?"

"Push me back on this bench and have your way with me."

"I do not!" He exclaimed louder than he meant to, and tore his hand away before Viggo could stop him. Seeing too late-he hadn't tried. Smooth as you please, on the pretense of a whisper, his lips came close to the still pointed ear. A hand unerringly cupping the bulge in Orli's leggings.
"Fucking Christ!" He hissed at the contact, going stiff as a board - everywhere - he was afraid to move. If Viggo squeezed him again he was going to moan, he just knew it. His eyes fluttered closed as the large hand flattened along his hard length, molding to it.
"Viggo...please." It was taking an extreme effort to keep his head from lolling back, giving in. Lips were whispering so moist and hot against his ear he might as well been licking it.

"Please what baby..tell me?"

"Don't..do this...here!" It was getting very warm in this tent and he was finding it harder to draw breath. Somewhere in his addled mind he knew it was just him...and Viggo...and the fire they always created together. But he couldn't dwell on that. He had to keep control. Too many observers.

"Answer me one question *honestly* sweetheart..and I'll stop?"
Orlando's nod was barely perceptible, his mind wrapped around what his lover had just called him.
"Say the word." He whispered, his own voice starting to waver with need.

"Yes!" He hissed softly, "Anything..just please.."

"How many people..do you truly think are left on the set..that don't know?"
He slid his hand back up to the table, soothing it over his lovers when the long breath he released sounded pained, allowing him a reprieve.

When he didn't answer right away, the hand on his wandered away and Orlando snapped out his musings, backing away enough to see the other before that wicked hand found his lap again.

"None now!" He was almost glaring at the older man, receiving the faint impression that he'd been slightly suckered.
"Is that..please tell me you didn't do this to prove a point?"

With a smug smile, he nodded, "But, not what your thinking. Take a look around us. Go on, don't be shy."

He turned slightly, a little stiffly, refusing Vig the satisfaction of seeing him adjust himself. The others were eating or reading over lines. One small table were talking amongst themselves about a fishing trip. He could hear them clearly enough, where moments earlier the blood pounding so feverantly through his brain, had silenced the room, making him believe..

"See? No one gives a care about something that's old news."

He turned bewildered eyes back to Viggo. "What'd ya..how long?"

A small chuckle spilled forth before he answered. "Most of the immediate cast new I had the hots for you..before you did. Hell, Beanie told me he knew before I did."

Orli nodded absently, looking once more around the makeshift lunchroom.
"Lij said the same thing about me." He leaned a little closer, making sure his whisper was heard, "Do you really think they *all* know?" Growing braver he scanned the stragglers closer now, missing Viggo's shocked expression.

"Hmm..what? Oh, um..I'm not one hundred percent sure, he shrugged, but I'd say it's a fair bet."

"But..no one's said a word.?"

Another shrug. "This isn't Hollywood." He said simply, as if that explained everything.
Seeing Orlando's confused expression he remembered..Orli didn't know the *real* Hollywood.
"Some other time..when we have more of it. Right now we need to get moving."

By grace alone, enough time had passed that he was able to swing his legs around and stand easily, still somewhat amazed that if they all *did* know, no one they passed was treating him any different. He still wasn't convinced. 'Could just be Vig's wishful thinking. They certainly didn't act differently toward Viggo. Probably too afraid, he mused, the man could be a bit..intimidating. I wonder if that's why no one...'
"Hey!" He ed wed when a strong hand jerked him from his intended direction and out of his musings. He was all but slammed into a tiny nook, behind a trailer, parked-very-close to a tree. Surrounding equipment and portable sheds, housing smaller supplies, afforded them some amount of privacy. He idly wondered how long Viggo had scoped this place out. Keeping his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his lover, almost desperate to touch him.
It could have been pitch black, unable to make out the minutest of details and he would have recognized this touch. No one had ever touched him like Viggo.
Possessive and demanding, with a curious mixture of tenderness that always had the power to melt any resolve. Fierce kisses that overwhelmed as they ravished him thoroughly, yet gentled beneath his own aggressive touch.
He moaned into one of those kisses now. The hand that slid beneath his tunic to cup the lower curve of his ass, pulling them together, did so with the practiced ease of long time lovers, combined with the fiery heat only new lovers seemed to possess. He felt Viggo’s hardness sliding along his own; hot and straining for release like himself.
He moaned again, pressing himself harder against Viggo, arms tight about his waist, the delicious friction making him crazy with need.

Viggo broke the kiss in pursuit of air. Nuzzling below the precious ear, his hand slid down the back of a lean leg, hooking it below the knee with his forearm, drawing it up to his waist. Teeth nipped along skin, rigid flesh was thrust temptingly against Orli's more open body, pushing him hard against the trailers cool tin, eliciting another moan.

This one, unnaturally loud in the surrounding silence without Viggo's lips to muffle it. It hurled him back to reality with a thud.
"God..Vig! What are we..doin?"

"If your not sure..then I've been..doin it wrong."

"Uh..how can you tease?" He pushed halfheartedly at Viggo's shoulder's. "We've gotta get to makeup!"

He saw Orli's eyes dart warily around them and knew this was going no
further, but couldn't resist tasting those soft moist lips one more time.
Thinking beyond the workday, to tonight. Orli's innocent comment of Lij's observance over his 'early attraction' towards him, affording him a glimmer of hope. He would talk to his young lover, he'd avoided it too long. What would come of it, would be.


"Where you goin?"
Orlando halted Stacy's retreat.

"They didn't find you two in the lunch tent?"

Orlando caught the smirk that played at the makeup artist's lips before she quelled it. Glancing at his lover -to see if he'd noticed- was wearing a wry little smirk of his own that might as well have said - guilty as charged.

She started backing away as she answered, "They're working on last minute script changes, said another hour at least. Stay where I can find ya!" She winked before disappearing round a corner.

'Well, that's one down that knows for sure,' he thought, before practically groaning his annoyance at Viggo. "You know that means we'll be workin straight through with no more breaks tonight."

Eyes roamed the faux elf's form as seriously as he could manage before nodding, then guiding the young man into the trailer with a fingertips rubbing his lower back.
"You should probably relax while you can then, he tried hard keeping his tone free of the new rush of desire assaulting him, how has your back been holding up?"

"Good enough for you to shag me senseless, he replied evenly, heading straight for the back of the small trailer without turning to look at Viggo, and lock the door will ya then, I don't care if everyone knows, but I'm not givine she shows!" Hrnedrned then, a devilish smirk telling Viggo his mind had been read, before disappearing into what they used as a changing room.

Settling his back to the door frame, he watched what little was left of the strip show. The young man certainly had become proficient at quick changes. He was grasping the hem of the shirt, ready to lift, when Viggo's soft lilt teased from behind him. "I was merely offering my services for a back rub..you need not remove *everything* for that."

He turned, eyeing Viggo straight faced, still gripping the hem, then shucked the shirt in one graceful pull, leaving him naked and erect before his lovers eyes. Eyes that hungrily followed the movement of his hand lifting to stroke himself a couple of times.
"If your not going to play..then you'll have to wait on your offer..I have more important..pressing needs to attend right now."
He covered the few steps needed to reach the small corner table more gracefully than he felt. Eyes narrowing when Viggo made no attempt to move. His breathing came a little harder as he lifted his hand, licking at it like an overgrown cat. Wetting it thoroughly before wrapping it around his straining hard length. Tentative at first, Vig had never stood idly by, and as frustrated as he'd seemed not ten minutes ago? Ah well, his loss. He rested his arm further back, leaning onto it, letting his head fall back with a soft moan as his hand moved under his lo's w's watchful eye. It was strangely erotic knowing Vig was probably just as hard-aching as much as he was-but still wanting to observe. The thoughts fueled his desire, gripping harder, increasing rhythm, his back arched slightly into it as another moan slipped out.
He was pulled kicking and screaming from his lust-filled world by an arm forcing him back up to sitting, a booted foot spreading long bare legs and a hand gripping his wrist, stilling it's pleasuring motions. The mouth covering his protest was greedy and unmerciful. The rigid erection that met his still covered with cloth. Orli twisted, breaking the kiss, frustrated at the unnecessary clothing.
"Thought you only wanted to rub my back." He taunted.

"I am."
He ran his hand down from the shoulder it had been clamped on, over the young mans spine before hooking his arm around the slender waist, forcing them tighter together.
"See." He smiled, lowering lips to torment his lovers smooth neck. His free hand slipped between them, ran down the taut chest and stomach, feeling the warm flesh quiver beneath his touch.

He moaned softly, thrusting hopefully against Viggo. He needed release and he wanted his lover in him *now* granting it. His hands rubbed encouragingly over the swell of buttocks, tugging, hoping to hurry the stubborn man.
The hand between them disappeared for a fraction of time then reappeared, delving unerringly for the hidden opening.

Instinctively his legs raised, closing round Viggo's waist, arching his back for better access as two saliva slicked fingers entered him simultaneously. He groaned and wriggled as they probed farther, searching until they found that hidden gland deep within him, making him bite down hard on his lower lip to stifle a groan as the gland was teased.
"S'nough foreplay, he growled through the trapped lip, on wit it!"

"Undo me!" Viggo rasped against his throat, as anxious as his lover to continue.

It was tricky to get his hand between them, release Viggo's pulsing hot cock into his hand, without those wonderfully long fingers leaving him. Success came with loss when he stroked his lover with an iron grip in the limited space. Mouth and fingers left him so quickly with a feral groan it shocked his eyes open.
But both arms were enclosing him now, drawing him closer as his lover eased in with a slow deep stroke that made the room spin.

Viggo's eyes remained on Orli's as he quickened the pace, sliding in and
out of the incredible tight heat. The satiny inner walls milking him as they began to contract around hOrliOrli whimpering with each thrust that rocked his body. He hadn't expected this to last long, but this was too fast, he wasn't ready.
Then that writhing body arched in his arms, crying out softly, "Deeper luv..ah more..take me! Harder!!"
Viggo felt all restraints snap and he began to slam into the writhing body.
Sensing his love's rapidly approaching climax, he reached between their bodies, grasping the hot throbbing cock. Unable to do anything but create a tight tunnel when legs and arms locked around him, pulling him into a bruising kiss. It ended when the muscles around him began to clench almost painfully. Foreign words were whispered fiercely into the pointed ear, feeling the inevitable tightening of his muscles and the burning in his loins.
He held tightly to the body arching against him as the walls around him contracted fiercely, squeezing, trapping him, groaning as release was forced from him by the incredibly tight channel.

The sound of his name and the warmth of his lover coating his insides pulled him to follow, moaning Viggo's name into the crook of his neck as he rode out the remaining climax, chest heaving for air.
They pulled slowly, almost painfully apart. Despite the now *dull* ache in his back, he couldn't stop smiling. Teasing Viggo when the man's stomach growled.
"One hunger filled..another starts, there's no satisfying you lover."

He watched the enticing curve of hip meeting leg as Orli bent to don his last boot. 'No, he didn't think he'd ever be satisfied when it came to this young splendor on legs.

"Why don't you go grab a bite Vig, while ya can. I'm just gonna stay here and rest..where Stacy can find me!" He added with false drama.
Viggo gave a snort of amusement before wrapping his arms around the young man, sealing their lips in a satisfying kiss, reluctant as always to leave him.
But Orlando insisted, he didn't want a starving *weak* lover when he needed him and pushed him towards the door, waiting with a stern gaze until Viggo left. He was still smiling as he reclined the barbershop style chair halfway back and lowered into it gently. Crossing his ankles, he propped his feet on the counter and fell almost instantly asleep.

Someone settling in the chair beside him roused from his nap. He didn't speak but moved restlessly and Orlando thanked the powers that be, he opened his eyes before voicing the question he was going to.
Meeting Karl's eyes instead of Viggo's in the mirror, froze his half smile their cold glare made his blood run just as cold.

Smug as ever expression, he informed Orli, Stacy had asked him to occupy Viggo's seat, since he wouldn't be returning right away. "Easier for her you know?"

He shrugged, lowering his legs with a slight grimace. He heard a noise catch in Karl's throat and met the mans smirk in the mirror.
A smirk that turned slowly to a sneer as he spoke, "Of course, not that *he* needs that much fixing..the one doing the ravishing rarely does."

His eyes narrowed as they left the mirror to meet the others straight on.
"If your trying to imply something Karl, out with it..or keep your bloody trap shut."

"Oh I'm not *trying* to *imply* anything..Orli."
His voice so sickeningly sweet Orlando wanted to hurl.
"I'm simply stating..I know how insatiable Vig can be..so you might want to make sure Stacy covers that hickey well."
His hand gripped the collar of his own shirt in what could have been *just* a gesture, but Orli's eyes zeroed in anyway expecting to see a mark that matched his own.
'Fucking hell!' Karl wanted to bounce in his seat. 'The little punk was eating it up'!

"He forgets himself sometimes when he gets a little aggressive, hmm?" He met the young mans glare back in the mirror when Stacy bustled in the door, halting any reply that might have been made.
While he relaxed and chattnimanimatedly with Stacy, Orlando sat in his chair, fuming, looking for all the world like Legolas was about to go on a killing spree.

Stacy was giggling over some moron joke he'd told when he rose to leave, hand stilling on the door, smiling like the Cheshire cat at Orlando.
"Don't forget to have her, he nodded indicating Stacy while giving his collar a tugke cke care of that little problem."

"Bloody bastard!" Orlando seethed when the door banged.

Stacy (uninformed) thought it just embarrassment.
She leaned in a little, adjusting his collar, looking as analytical as possible.
"Well, the shirt should cover it. With the wig loose, that'll help." She turned and picked something off the counter, a sponge for the makeup he realized, cheeks tingeing pink.
"Would you like me to speak with Viggo or..?"

He heard the door open, knowing in a situation like this, it was likely to be no one else, his head fell back, defeated.
"Bloody hell!" He muttered, hearing the even accent recite one of his nicknames happily.
'Yeah, *happy* he thought, fed and fucked! How many times Viggo? Has your other boy-toy been keeping you company while I took the moral high road?' He wasn't sure who he was the most pissed at, at the moment. Viggo for being too fucking irresistible, himself for being a princess, or Peter, for hiring a cunt like Urban to play the gentle, noble horse Lord.

Stacy was finishing the last touches and was now admonishing Viggo on proprieties, or lack there of, and scolding him for making her job tougher. Which Orli always manage to make hard enough she added, throwing him into the fray.

At least Viggo had the decency to look apologetic, first to her, then meeting Orlando's glaring eyes in the mirror, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' to go with it.

"There." Stacy barely got out before Orli was pushing from the chair, ignoring the pain it shot up his spine.

"You should be!" Narrowed eyes gleamed accusation at Viggo before he picked up his weapons and left, the door shutting with a bang that reverberated to Viggo's seat.

Besides feeling totally embssedssed now, he was also bewildered. Orli had been joking about Stacy knowing earlier..hadn't he?
Stacy met his gaze of confusion with a kind smile, gentling her normally boisterous demeanor.
"He's just got his knickers in a bunch, don't let it get to you. I think Karl noticing the..mark, really started it. I'm sure scolding you in front of him didn't help..I just..I didn't think it would bother him like that."

"No, he agreed, that reaction was a little over the top..even for him. You say Karl was teasing him?"

"Did I? she thought back, No, he just commented on it before he left. But, I wasn't in here for a few minutes when Karl arrived so..."
She shrugged, feeling like she should apologize for that also, for some reason.

~*~*~*~*~*

He had never been so glad of one liner parts, per scene, in all his short career. The action, especially the screaming, he had no problems with. Actually PJ had even praised him at one point when he was imagining the enemy as Karl. Even the extra had looked genuinely frightened. 'Poor guy.'
It had helped to dispel some of the anger he was feeling, but the hurt and confusion were mixing together like a bad stew, settling uneasily on his stomach. The more time passed, he just couldn't, didn't want to believe, Viggo would do this to him.

He was practically de-elfed, just shedding his costume in the back room when he heard Viggo enter. Ask for him. A few hushed words he couldn't make out, then Stacy's never ending meaningless chatter.
'And people talked about him?'
Feeling suddenly drained, he sat on the edge of a box to put his shoes on. Still tying the last one when the curtain opened to admit his lover. His and who else's he thought, not looking to meet Viggo's worried gaze.
'He certainly *was* insatiable, as Karl had so kindly pointed out. They went at it all night when Viggo stayed over. What was he doing, or who, would be more accurate, when he wasn't around?'
He snapped the laces final pull so hard it ripped open a blister on his finger. He shook it, cussing his frustration before raising the wounded digit to his lips.
'God, how out of it was he,' he wondered, his eyes focusing on Viggo who knelt right in front of him.

"You okay?"

He nodded, using his finger on his lips as an excuse not to answer. He didn't know what to say. 'Are you fucking Karl'? was a question he wasn't sure he wanted answered he realized, when Viggo pulled his hand away to look at the damage.
His touch warm, gentle, almost.. loving.

"It's just a blister." He snatched it away and rose quickly, only to have the other match his move and embrace him loosely with one arm, crooking a finger beneath his chin with the other.

"Do you want to talk about what else is bothering you?"
Orli shook his head in response.
Viggo didn't know whether to be happy that at least he hadn't denied something was upsetting him, or sad that his young love didn't trust him enough to share. Unless, *he* was the reason for the unhappiness, and not Karl as he'd originally thought. He searched the dazed gaze, finding not one clue-until he sighed-pulling a *stiffening* young man into his arms. Well, he had *something* to do with it. He just hugged a little tighter, letting Orli know it was all right to be upset, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Why don't we go to my place." He continued soothing a hand over Orli's back. Felt the younger tense even more. "You can relax in a hot bath while I make us dinn"
"
He fidgeted in his arms for a moment, before flooring them both with a soft, "Okay."

Viggo had been certain he was going to be turned down. Orlando was making *certain* the only way he knew how, no one else would be joining Viggo tonight.


TBC