Ravished

Chapter 2
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Fake, fiction, still not real, still not making any money... maybe I should get a job.
Beta: Amoureus De Sang

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Orli was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep was no where near here. It had been hiding from him for hours. All he could do was lay there and think.

Thinking back to today. He ran it through his mind over and over. They had been shooting all day, even though the weather report had called for snow. The lighting had been what Peter had wanted so the cameras rolled; and he had been near freezing all day. Stupid, worthless tights, and the stupid, thin as paper, costume he had to wear.

Then good old Peter had said "Ok, that's it, break for lunch. Hold on Orlando, I want to get a few close ups, first." By the time he was done, his fingers were numb and he couldn't feel his toes.

So, he naturally went to the trailer to get warm, and what did he find? Viggo, stretched out, looking not just warm, but down right hot.

Maybe his brain had froze too. That could explain why he jumped the man, wiggled behind him, and squirmed until he was under him. As soon as it happened he knew it was a mistake.

He had been flirting with Viggo forever, it seemed. Nothing really came from it except a smile, or a soft stroke with his fingers on Orli's face; once, or usually, some joking response.

He had finally broken down, (alright, truth be known, he had simply gotten too drunk), and blurted it all out to the hobbits. Of all the advice they had given him, only three things had stuck. One, they had seen Viggo watching him. Two, for some reason, maybe Viggo was afraid to reach out. Three, don't give up.

So, there he was with Viggo, laying on top of him. Something he had thought about, dreamed about, fantasized about. That part of him that never did any thinking, only reacting, did what it always does when he thought, dreamed, or fantasized about Viggo. The really surprising part was that Viggo was hard too.

He couldn't hardly remember what Viggo had said, but he remembered him grinding against him. Long story short, he, Orlando Bloom, 22 year old, mature male/actor, had cum in his pants. Excuse me, tights, thin ass, tights. Damn near got it on his tunic too. He had really just wanted to die, right there on the spot. He was so embarrassed, but Viggo was really cool about it, even offered to help him get the, yeah, cum, out of his tights.

Then, after he had gotten changed, Beanie came in. Took one look at Orli and had jumped to the wrong conclusion. The rest of the day, he had mouthed that, that, word at him. Which only served as a reminder of what had happened.

All flushed, and starting to feel sick to his stomach by then, he was looking for a rock to crawl under when Peter had noticed. He thought Orlando was really getting sick because of the way he looked. He sent everyone home early.

We made it through make-up and had changed clothes without Bean saying anything else, he just kept looking at me or Viggo and grinning. After about 15 minutes of this Viggo says, "Sean, just let it go, ok?" And smart ass Sean says, "What? I didn't say anything, besides, we are all adults here and.." He was mid sentence and didn't stop when the hobbits came bounding in. "And if you and the elf are shagging it's nobody's business but your own, right?" I swear he planned it that way.

The hobbits are all, "We knew you could do it," and "it's about time," and "get the scorecard Elijah." Yeah, that last one got me. Turns out my dear mates were betting on how long it was going to take us to get around to shagging. Not just them either, Miranda, Liv, Ian, David, Karl, just about all the principal actors, even John was in on it.

Elijah left to get the scorecard and came back with Karl, David, and about four bottles of wine. Those bastards had decided this was a celebration.

While they were pouring and passing wine around I slipped down the hall to the loo. I just had to get away. I'm standing at the sink, splashing water on my face, when I heard the door opening. It was Viggo. He peaked around the door, then stepped in and shut it behind him.

He had this real concerned look on his face, and he asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"I can put a stop to this. I can tell them nothing happened."

"Yeah, Viggo, but which is more embarrassing at this point?"

"You would be embarrassed that we weren't?"

"Are you embarrassed that they think we are?"

"No. It looks like it is bothering you."

"What's bothering me is I know what really happened and... Fuck."

That's when he reached out to touch my face. We kinda starting moving closer, and before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me and I was kissing him, and it was breath taking. I had never been kissed that way before.

Fucking hobbits. That's all I can say, fucking hobbits, cause then Elijah was outside the door screaming "They are in the bathroom and I hear moaning!"

Ok, so I was moaning, I didn't realize it until Elijah yelled. Viggo acted like he didn't even hear him, just kept on sucking my tongue and pulled me closer.

That part of me that never thinks was reacting again, but it was alright because Viggo was too. He was moving his hips in little side to side movements back and forth against me. Then he pulled away from my mouth and right next to my ear he whispers "I'm going to take you home tonight. I'm going to lick every inch of your body. I'm going to suck you till you come and fuck you till you scream." While he was saying this he slipped his hand up the front of my shirt and starts pinching my nipple.

So, I said the only thing I was capable of saying, "Oh, god, Viggo."

There was this echo from the outside the door, "oh, god, Viggo," and giggling.

Viggo was kissing me again, one hand up my shirt, the other was kneading my ass, still doing that thing with his hips and all I could do was press against him and cling to him. I was weak in the knees and really didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

That's when the door swung open and Elijah shrieked. Dom screamed, "Elijah!" Elijah yells "Kissing, they are just kissing! From the moans I thought Viggo was fucking him!"

Viggo tore his mouth away from mine, took a deep breath and yells,"Do you fucking mind!"

Well, the door slams shut and there is a stampede down the hall. We just stood there looking at each other, trying to catch our breath. After a bit, Viggo says, "Come on Elf, I told our director I would put you to bed and take care of you."

By the time we wandered back into the living room, almost everyone was gone. Only David and Sean were left. David was in the kitchen area pouring wine. Sean asked us if we wanted some and Viggo nodded. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the couch. David brought us our wine, then picked up his and Sean's glasses and went over to Sean and sat on his lap. Sean kissed him on the neck.

When Sean's hand starts sliding up the inside of David's thigh Viggo said it was time for us to go.

We got to Viggo's house, he took me straight to the bedroom and did exactly as he promised. After we undressed each other, he laid me on the bed, and by the time he was done, there wasn't a part of my body his mouth didn't touch. He went down on my cock and sucked me till I came. Then he placed my legs over his shoulders and fucked me until I was screaming. Now I know what ravished feels like.

So, I'm laying here, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft breathing of the man beside me. When he pulls me closer to him I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my leg. I duck my head under the covers, think I'll suck him till he comes, then let him fuck me till I scream some more. After all, sleep is so over rated.