Too Many Lines

TITLE : Too Many Lines (3/?)
SUMMARY : Orlando has a fantasy. Will it ever be fulfilled?
PAIRING : KU/OB, KU/VM, VM/SB
RATING : NC-17
DISCLIMER : This did not happen. Orli, Karl, Sean and Viggo are real people with their own lives and have nothing to do with this particular story in reality except that I am writing fan fiction about them. They don’t belong to me. I am not making any money. This is all just my imagination.
ARCHIVE : You may, but please let me know.
EMAIL : gbower@twcny.rr.com

CHAPTER THREE

Many hours later that night, Viggo and Karl were waiting for Orlando to wake up.

There was something just not right about Orli passing out like that, Viggo scratched his chin thoughtfully. He glanced into the spare bedroom to check Orlando, feeling like searching the younger actor's jacket. It really was not up to him to police his friend, though. In the living area of the large hotel room, Karl was pacing irritably.

"Do you think he is on something?" Karl asked at length, "I've never seen him so out of it."

Viggo put a hand on his friend's shoulder, gently. "I do not think so." He said calmly. "Relax, Karl. He will be alright."

"I'm going to wring his stupid little neck if he is on something." Karl growled. "How many damn times have we warned him? The kid is going to wind up so fucked up if he keeps this up." Viggo took both of his hands and smiled, rubbing them tenderly, attempting to relax his friend.

"Karl, he is no longer a kid. He will be 27 in February. There is going to be questions, and Orli's not going to be able understand it. He is not used to Hollywood rumors."

"They can kiss my ass." Karl took several deep breaths and calmed himself, thankful for Viggo's presence. "I knew I should have not left things like that. Vig, what was I supposed to do? He was so young in New Zealand. He had no idea what he was doing. I could not take advantage of that."

"Yes, however, you were busy." Viggo winked. "Look, calm down, or you are not going to be able to talk to him at all, and I am sure it's not me that he wants to talk to about this. "

"How can you be so sure -that- is the problem?"

"rl,\rl," Viggo rolled his eyes, "Have you looked at the chick he is dating lately, and how closed mouthed he is? He obviously wants to prove something without saying it. He does not understand the tabloids like we do. Did you miss the way he looked at you? How could you -miss- it? Even Billy commented. He practically devoured you with his eyes like a starving man."

"He did?" Karl raised an eyebrow, he had honestly been so busy keeping his own emotions in check he had not noticed Orlando's. "You're joking." Karl laughed nervously. The very idea made his body clench tightly and react as it always did when around Orlando Bloom.

“Yes, he did. If I were not seeing Sean right now, I’d have been very jealous.” Viggo tsked.

Karl laughed dryly, "You do not know the meaning of the word, Vig." his hands were still being caressed by the elder actor who was an expert at relaxing his companion. "What do I tell him?" Karl sighed. "I knew what all those looks he has been giving me mean. I knew it all along. I just , I could not bring myself to do anything about it."

Viggo pulled Karl into a gentle embrace. "Don't be too hard on yourself. It may not be anything to do with that at all, I hope so anyway." He stroked the young actor's thick dark hair gently. "You've got to calm down." He lifted his friend's chin and smiled warmly at him. That smile had always been Karl's undoing in the past, his eyes simply captured the young man and held him there, relentless. In this particular case, Karl knew that Viggo was not trying to entice, only attempting to be a friend.

Their lips met, vaguely Karl remembered how possessive Sean Bean tended to be and knew he should pull away, but it had been so long since he had any contact. He groaned, his body reacting against his own will. His thighs tingled, the urge to part his legs was strong. Was he really so tense, that even the slightest touch would bring such an immediate reaction?

"Jeasus, Karl. How long has it been?" Viggo released his lips and panted slightly. "Surely you've had other lovers since me."

Karl's cheeks tinted a delightful pink, "Well…no. Actually, I've been busy."

Viggo shook his head, considering only for a brief moment how angry Sean would be if he even contemplated this. Sean had nothing to do with the current situation, however. Karl needed him. Sean would just have to understand. He could feel the stiffness of his friend's cock easily due to their close embrace, he could also feel the tension in Karl's body. He was wound up tighter than a spring. "We'd better take care of this before Orlando wakes up, or you are never going to be able to talk to him seriously." He said softly as his fingers caressed the younger man through the material.

Karl gasped, clutching Viggo's shoulder, "Vig, Sean will kill me. We cannot do this."

"Sean is not going to know." Viggo said softly, coming to a decision. "After all, I've missed those sweet noises you make." His fingers lazily began to trace up and down, stirring the throbbing organ to life.

Karl whimpered and cocked his head towards the other bedroom. It did not take long for the two men to make their way there, Karl stripping off his shirt as he did so.

Once they were in the other room, Viggo knelt before his friend, sliding his hands down Karl's chest to his pants. He hooked his fingers near the belt as he undid the zipper with his teeth. Soon, they pooled at his feet, and were easily kicked away. The elder actor's long fingers began to explore the other's length eagerly. He took a moment to remove his own shirt as his tongue replaced his fingers causing Karl's legs to tremble slightly. "After all," Viggo said softly, his breath warm against the stiff member. "We must make sure you are fully prepared for Orlando, later."

"Viggo, you talk too much, put your mouth to better use." Karl groaned as Viggo did just that and proceeded to 'relax' his friend the best way he knew how.

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Orlando's eyes fluttered open dazedly, god he felt like hell. Where was he? He squinted realizing this was not his hotel room, and realized almost immediately that he was pantless, and shirtless. Someone had indeed made him comfortable. Gradually, memory returned and the events of earlier that day came into focus. He had been feeling horrible from lack of sleep. He remembered the interview, he remembered Viggo giving him some water, that was it. Well, he must have blacked out, for he could not recall anything else.

How long had he been asleep? Not too long, he surmised, as he glanced at the clock. About seven hours. He relaxed a little for he knew he had been with people who would have taken care of him. He was also thankful that interview had not been on National TV. God, what was he going to tell his agent? His clothes were neatly folded on a nearby chair. Was it time to get up? He stretched, not wanting to deal with anything just yet because at least he -did- feel comableable.

Frowning, he thought he heard some odd sounds from the other room. He was apparently not alone in the hotel suite, which probably meant Viggo was there. Orli sighed, the elder actor would definitely try to drag things out of him. Seeing Karl again had not helped -anything-. Finally, he decided he needed to use the facilities and dragged his body up. There were two doors in the room and he selected the nearest one. He felt sluggish, moving his body forward just out of need. He turned the knob and opened it, lifting his head to a sight that froze him in place.

Apparently the door he had chosen led to the adjoining room.

Two men were on the bed. He recognized Viggo immediately, and the one below him made his blood run cold. Karl's eyes were shut, his mouth open , sweat trickling down the side of his cheek. He was clutching Viggo's shoulders as the elder man was thrust into him. Karl's legs were parted wide on either side of his lover, muscular thighs shuddering with each thrust, sweet erotic sounds coming from his lips. Vaguely, Orli remembered that it had been those sounds which had woken him up. Orli had very sensitive ears, probably why he could hear them through the thick door.

They did not see him, quickly he closed the door and his legs gave way, causing him to slide to the floor in a heap. His body trembled and he found himself wishing that he had not given up smoking. Hearing Karl make those noises wrought sensations through him that he could not control. The young actor writhed, wanting desperately to be touched. He slid his hand down to his growing errection and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. He parted his own legs wide and imagined Karl in Viggo's position, himself in Karl's position.

Desperate fingers pulled up and down his shaft and he made soft sounds in the back of his throat. His toes curled into the carpet with each stroke. Orli licked his lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss Karl, to feel him buried deep within. His hips lifted into his hand, pushing wantonly. What he would not give for something to stick himself into just then!

It did not take him long for warm seed to gush over his hand and spill down his legs. He sat there for a little while, gasping for breath, hoping he had not made too much noise. His head reeled and emotions collided. Stumbling, he forced his shaking body to stand.

He found the door to the living are this time and knocked over a lamp on the way to the bathroom, cursing violently at the resounding crash. Once in the bathroom, he locked the door and turned on the shower. Peeling off his underwear he stepped and stood there, trembling. Cool water gushed over his body as he slammed his fist against the wall and frustrated tears spilled from his eyes.

To Be Continued….