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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,724
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
My favourite thing
More Tigger and Roo interaction, Harry’s getting older and so is Sean.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately these gorgeous men do not belong to me. I surely wouldn’t share if they did… ;P
Notes: Again I think that I’ve been nice once again… *dies laughing at a ridiculous attempt to transform green eyes into brown puppy ones*
So...to answer a few questions...
Dear Angel and other readers who are interested in the wellbeing of my characters...
The mysterious stranger WILL be indentified in later chapters coming – PROMISE!! As for Lij and Orli... You just have to wait a few more chaps to meet them again! Happy? *chuckles* Then please go on and enjoy reading!
19. My favourite thing
“Rooo?”
With an unnerved sigh Dave turned his head to the left side where he was met by an attempt from the stranger’s side of making big puppy eyes. “Yes, Tigger?” Dave pulled up his brows, trying to ignore Eliza’s soft giggling.
“After some minutes of observing you, my dear Roo, I’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t like marmalade and so…in my desperate yearning for getting something sweet from you I thought that maybe you’d share…” the man said, smiling sweetly at Dave.
Dave reached out his hand and took the small single-serving package of marmalade, handing it to the dark-haired man.
“Thanks, Roo,” the stranger said firmly and took the marmalade from Dave’s hand.
When Dave’s fingers met warm, firm ones, his eyes widened in shock and he flinched away and quickly tried to stand up without knocking down his tray of food. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he explained to Eliza who had gotten up as well to allow her father to leave their row for a moment.
Quickly Dave hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind his back. Inside, Dave splashed cold water into his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He didn’t know why he had reacted to the other man’s touch like that, but suddenly he had just felt that overwhelming urge to run away and hide, to crouch in a dark corner where nobody would ever find him.
“What’s wrong with you, Wenham?” Dave asked his reflection in the small mirror. He was looking very pale and tired. Not good…
“Roo?” Dave suddenly heard a voice muffled through the bathroom door. The strange man was knocking at the door. “Roo? Aren’t you well? The little one and I are getting worried about you!”
“Not him…” Dave groaned and closed his eyes, leaning heavily on the sink. “Can’t a man just have one moment of peace?”
“Roo?” The man was knocking again when suddenly he was joined by a second voice.
“Sir? Isn’t your partner well?” a female asked, maybe the flight-attendant.
Now was probably the moment to leave the solitude of the bathroom, Dave decided, not even wanting to know what kind of story the man might tell the woman if he didn’t stop him. “I’m here…” Dave sighed when he opened the door and was met by two worried faces.
“Everything alright, Roo?” the man asked tenderly, his fingers lightly brushing over the skin of Dave’s cheek. “You look pale.”
Dave flinched again at the intimate touch. “It’s ok,” he replied weakly. “Maybe a little tired…”
“Do you want me to bring you something, Sir?” the flight-attendant asked.
“Just…um…coffee…” Dave whispered and this time forced himself to not move when the stranger put his arm supportingly around Dave’s waist.
“Come, Roo,” he said and Dave allowed the man to lead him back to their row.
~*~
“Looks good!” Harry nodded in agreement as Karl stepped out of the dressing room, turning around in front of Harry to show him the suit he had chosen.
“Perfect!” The salesman enthusiastically clapped his hands. “The dark-grey suit and plum-colored shirt go so well with your complexion, Sir!” he told Karl.
“Yes.” Karl looked satisfied, too. “Yes, I think I’ll take this one.”
“Excellent choice, Sir!” the salesman chirped and ushered Karl back into the changing room.
“So it’s my turn then…” Harry sighed.
The salesman nodded. “Do you have any special wish concerning your suit, Sir?” he asked politely.
“Yes,” Harry nodded. “I was thinking of an orange shirt and…” He trailed off when he saw the shocked expression on the other man’s face. “Anything wrong with that?”
“Well…” the salesman said, scratching his head. “I just thought that a colour more settled would do better for a man of your age…”
“My age?” Karl stepped out of the dressing room just in time to see the expression on Harry’s face. His lips were presses tightly together and Harry had drawn up his eyebrows in question, tapping his foot on the floor. Karl had to bite his lip not to laugh out loud. Poor salesman! Harry was pissed. Very pissed…
“Orange looks so aggressive with white hair,” the salesman tried to explain.
“White?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up even further.
“Yes. I’d suggest some earthy colour like…”
“Karl! We’re leaving this place!” Harry grumbled, stalking out of the shop with as much dignity as he could.
“Sorry,” Karl giggled. “He’s a little itchy about his age and insists that his hair is still brown,” he explained to the salesman. “Midlife-crisis…”
“Oh…” the man nodded, smiling apologetically. “I hope I haven’t offended your friend, but…”
“It’s alright,” Karl shrugged his shoulders. “He’ll live. Um…I take the suit.”
“He said I’m old and called my hair white!” Harry sulked when Karl finally followed him out of the shop.
“You’re not old!” Karl tried to console his lover and wrapped his arms around the other man. “I still think you’re drop dead sexy…” He leant in to kiss Harry’s lips, not caring that they were standing in the middle of a street in the middle of London.
“But he’s right…” Harry complained. “Karl, I’m 51, not exactly young anymore… I can feel it in my bones when I get up and…” Karl sealed Harry’s lips with a kiss.
“Just shut up, love, and let’s get you your orange shirt somewhere else…”
~*~
“Sorry, Roo, but now I gotta go to the bathroom,” the man announced, putting his hand on Dave’s arm when he tried to stand up. “No need to do that!” he said. “I’ll just slip through if you don’t mind. The question is just whether you prefer my arse or my cock…”
Dave choked on his coffee.
“Roo!” The man started patting Dave’s back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you! Just wanted to be polite!”
Dave took breath in sharply and turned his head to face the man next to him, giving him his best What-the-fuck-we’re-not-alone-and-my-minor-daughter’s-sitting-next-to-me-look.
The man shrugged his shoulders. “Which one is it now?”
Dave shot him an angry glance. “You choose whichever is more polite…”
A knowing grin settled on the man’s face. “So he’s a switch?” he asked with his eyebrows drawn up, hurrying away before Dave could scream bloody murder.
“You didn’t just hear this conversation,” Dave said to Eliza who shrugged her shoulders happily.
“Of course not, dad!” she smiled innocently. “I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying…”
~*~
“Fuck…” Sean cursed and buried his face in Viggo’s chest. “I’m so fucking nervous!”
Chuckling softly Viggo put his arms around his lover. “It’s your birthday, love,” he drawled, nibbling on Sean’s ear. “And all of your friends will be coming!”
“Hmmm…” Sean nodded against Viggo’s chest and pulled the older man closer against his body, feeling safe in his lover’s arms. “Maybe it’s just that there hasn’t been a complete Fellowship-gathering in years…” he sighed softly. “It’s so overwhelming that I’ll see all of them again now… I’ve missed them,” Sean confessed. He frowned when Viggo’s hand started gliding down his back and under the waistband of Sean’s pajama bottoms. “Viggo?” he asked, chuckling. “What the fuck are you doing? I was just having a very emotional moment here and you…” A moan rose from Sean’s lips as Viggo started rubbing against the growing bulge in Sean’s pants.
“Missed you, too, pea,” Viggo whispered in a low voice that made Sean shiver in anticipation. “Missed the feeling of your skin under my hands, the sound of your moans when you need me so badly…”
Sean arched against Viggo’s hands stroking him firmly in time to Viggo’s words. “Yes…” He couldn’t see, just knew about the broad grin on Viggo’s lips.
Sean shivered again when Viggo’s hands started sliding down his body, pulling Sean’s pajama bottoms down with him. He moaned softly when he felt Viggo’s warm breath on his throbbing cock.
“So missed your taste, Sean…” Viggo growled, tracing the length of Sean’s erection with his tongue. “So good…” he sighed and looked up at Sean who was barely conscious with arousal. “You’re my favourite thing, love…”
“Viggo,” Sean managed to croak. “But how can you miss me if I wasn’t even gone…”
Tbc…
Please be so kind and leave me a short comment on this!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately these gorgeous men do not belong to me. I surely wouldn’t share if they did… ;P
Notes: Again I think that I’ve been nice once again… *dies laughing at a ridiculous attempt to transform green eyes into brown puppy ones*
So...to answer a few questions...
Dear Angel and other readers who are interested in the wellbeing of my characters...
The mysterious stranger WILL be indentified in later chapters coming – PROMISE!! As for Lij and Orli... You just have to wait a few more chaps to meet them again! Happy? *chuckles* Then please go on and enjoy reading!
19. My favourite thing
“Rooo?”
With an unnerved sigh Dave turned his head to the left side where he was met by an attempt from the stranger’s side of making big puppy eyes. “Yes, Tigger?” Dave pulled up his brows, trying to ignore Eliza’s soft giggling.
“After some minutes of observing you, my dear Roo, I’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t like marmalade and so…in my desperate yearning for getting something sweet from you I thought that maybe you’d share…” the man said, smiling sweetly at Dave.
Dave reached out his hand and took the small single-serving package of marmalade, handing it to the dark-haired man.
“Thanks, Roo,” the stranger said firmly and took the marmalade from Dave’s hand.
When Dave’s fingers met warm, firm ones, his eyes widened in shock and he flinched away and quickly tried to stand up without knocking down his tray of food. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he explained to Eliza who had gotten up as well to allow her father to leave their row for a moment.
Quickly Dave hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind his back. Inside, Dave splashed cold water into his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He didn’t know why he had reacted to the other man’s touch like that, but suddenly he had just felt that overwhelming urge to run away and hide, to crouch in a dark corner where nobody would ever find him.
“What’s wrong with you, Wenham?” Dave asked his reflection in the small mirror. He was looking very pale and tired. Not good…
“Roo?” Dave suddenly heard a voice muffled through the bathroom door. The strange man was knocking at the door. “Roo? Aren’t you well? The little one and I are getting worried about you!”
“Not him…” Dave groaned and closed his eyes, leaning heavily on the sink. “Can’t a man just have one moment of peace?”
“Roo?” The man was knocking again when suddenly he was joined by a second voice.
“Sir? Isn’t your partner well?” a female asked, maybe the flight-attendant.
Now was probably the moment to leave the solitude of the bathroom, Dave decided, not even wanting to know what kind of story the man might tell the woman if he didn’t stop him. “I’m here…” Dave sighed when he opened the door and was met by two worried faces.
“Everything alright, Roo?” the man asked tenderly, his fingers lightly brushing over the skin of Dave’s cheek. “You look pale.”
Dave flinched again at the intimate touch. “It’s ok,” he replied weakly. “Maybe a little tired…”
“Do you want me to bring you something, Sir?” the flight-attendant asked.
“Just…um…coffee…” Dave whispered and this time forced himself to not move when the stranger put his arm supportingly around Dave’s waist.
“Come, Roo,” he said and Dave allowed the man to lead him back to their row.
~*~
“Looks good!” Harry nodded in agreement as Karl stepped out of the dressing room, turning around in front of Harry to show him the suit he had chosen.
“Perfect!” The salesman enthusiastically clapped his hands. “The dark-grey suit and plum-colored shirt go so well with your complexion, Sir!” he told Karl.
“Yes.” Karl looked satisfied, too. “Yes, I think I’ll take this one.”
“Excellent choice, Sir!” the salesman chirped and ushered Karl back into the changing room.
“So it’s my turn then…” Harry sighed.
The salesman nodded. “Do you have any special wish concerning your suit, Sir?” he asked politely.
“Yes,” Harry nodded. “I was thinking of an orange shirt and…” He trailed off when he saw the shocked expression on the other man’s face. “Anything wrong with that?”
“Well…” the salesman said, scratching his head. “I just thought that a colour more settled would do better for a man of your age…”
“My age?” Karl stepped out of the dressing room just in time to see the expression on Harry’s face. His lips were presses tightly together and Harry had drawn up his eyebrows in question, tapping his foot on the floor. Karl had to bite his lip not to laugh out loud. Poor salesman! Harry was pissed. Very pissed…
“Orange looks so aggressive with white hair,” the salesman tried to explain.
“White?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up even further.
“Yes. I’d suggest some earthy colour like…”
“Karl! We’re leaving this place!” Harry grumbled, stalking out of the shop with as much dignity as he could.
“Sorry,” Karl giggled. “He’s a little itchy about his age and insists that his hair is still brown,” he explained to the salesman. “Midlife-crisis…”
“Oh…” the man nodded, smiling apologetically. “I hope I haven’t offended your friend, but…”
“It’s alright,” Karl shrugged his shoulders. “He’ll live. Um…I take the suit.”
“He said I’m old and called my hair white!” Harry sulked when Karl finally followed him out of the shop.
“You’re not old!” Karl tried to console his lover and wrapped his arms around the other man. “I still think you’re drop dead sexy…” He leant in to kiss Harry’s lips, not caring that they were standing in the middle of a street in the middle of London.
“But he’s right…” Harry complained. “Karl, I’m 51, not exactly young anymore… I can feel it in my bones when I get up and…” Karl sealed Harry’s lips with a kiss.
“Just shut up, love, and let’s get you your orange shirt somewhere else…”
~*~
“Sorry, Roo, but now I gotta go to the bathroom,” the man announced, putting his hand on Dave’s arm when he tried to stand up. “No need to do that!” he said. “I’ll just slip through if you don’t mind. The question is just whether you prefer my arse or my cock…”
Dave choked on his coffee.
“Roo!” The man started patting Dave’s back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you! Just wanted to be polite!”
Dave took breath in sharply and turned his head to face the man next to him, giving him his best What-the-fuck-we’re-not-alone-and-my-minor-daughter’s-sitting-next-to-me-look.
The man shrugged his shoulders. “Which one is it now?”
Dave shot him an angry glance. “You choose whichever is more polite…”
A knowing grin settled on the man’s face. “So he’s a switch?” he asked with his eyebrows drawn up, hurrying away before Dave could scream bloody murder.
“You didn’t just hear this conversation,” Dave said to Eliza who shrugged her shoulders happily.
“Of course not, dad!” she smiled innocently. “I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying…”
~*~
“Fuck…” Sean cursed and buried his face in Viggo’s chest. “I’m so fucking nervous!”
Chuckling softly Viggo put his arms around his lover. “It’s your birthday, love,” he drawled, nibbling on Sean’s ear. “And all of your friends will be coming!”
“Hmmm…” Sean nodded against Viggo’s chest and pulled the older man closer against his body, feeling safe in his lover’s arms. “Maybe it’s just that there hasn’t been a complete Fellowship-gathering in years…” he sighed softly. “It’s so overwhelming that I’ll see all of them again now… I’ve missed them,” Sean confessed. He frowned when Viggo’s hand started gliding down his back and under the waistband of Sean’s pajama bottoms. “Viggo?” he asked, chuckling. “What the fuck are you doing? I was just having a very emotional moment here and you…” A moan rose from Sean’s lips as Viggo started rubbing against the growing bulge in Sean’s pants.
“Missed you, too, pea,” Viggo whispered in a low voice that made Sean shiver in anticipation. “Missed the feeling of your skin under my hands, the sound of your moans when you need me so badly…”
Sean arched against Viggo’s hands stroking him firmly in time to Viggo’s words. “Yes…” He couldn’t see, just knew about the broad grin on Viggo’s lips.
Sean shivered again when Viggo’s hands started sliding down his body, pulling Sean’s pajama bottoms down with him. He moaned softly when he felt Viggo’s warm breath on his throbbing cock.
“So missed your taste, Sean…” Viggo growled, tracing the length of Sean’s erection with his tongue. “So good…” he sighed and looked up at Sean who was barely conscious with arousal. “You’re my favourite thing, love…”
“Viggo,” Sean managed to croak. “But how can you miss me if I wasn’t even gone…”
Tbc…
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