Heaven

Orlando lay in his bed after a wonderful night at Sean’s house. He had made meatless spaghetti, garlic bread, salad, and served a wonderful white wine with the meal. After dinner the three of them sat on the couch in the living room talking. Orlando told them exactly what had happened between him and Marton. Viggo had rolled his eyes and Sean had looked concerned. Both of them knew how Orli felt but they were unsure of what Marton wanted. Sean offered to talk to Marton but Orli had shaken his head and said that if Sean did Orli would be most upset. After a few hours of idle talk Orli went back to his house. Now he was in bed but he couldn’t get to sleep. He couldn’t get Marton out of his head! Groaning he rolled over onto his back and glared at his erection. All he could think about was how Marton had pinned him against the wall and kissed him.

“Fuck it.” He muttered to himself.

Orli reached down and gripped his erection in one hand. His other hand slipped down and cupped his balls. Closing his eyes he thought about Marton, the way his body had felt against his, the softness of his lips, the timbre of his voice. In a short time Orli was gasping and calling Marton’s name as he came. Grumbling Orli got up and cleaned his self up. It was a long night after that.

~*~*~*~*

Legolas stood in front of Celeborn and Galadriel as he told them about the Balrog of Morgoth. Suddenly Frodo sneezed and Peter called a cut. Blushing Lijah apologized to everyone as the lights and cameras were re set. Orlando moaned as he slumped against a tree. They had done Moria shots before this and his back was killing him, Having Bean landing on him ten takes in a row had about killed him. Now he had to stand here and make nice to the lord and lady of Lorien. The straps to the quiver and the bow it’s self was gouging into his sides. He closed his eyes and tried not to cry. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder guiding him into a semi standing position. His head rested on someone’s shoulder and that someone was rubbing his back tenderly. Opening his eyes he saw a silver and blue robe. Marton. Sighing Orlando melted against Marton as he worked out all the kinks that had built up since Moria.

“You need to tell Peter.” Marton growled as he worked on Orli’s back.

“No fucking way.” Orlando mumbled.

“Fine I will.”

Before he could argue he was spun around and marched toward Peter. Peter smiled then frowned when he saw the pain in Orli’s eyes.

“What’s up guys?” Peter asked.

“His back hurts.” Marton said as his eyes pierced Orlando.

Grumbling Orlando shook his head only to stop when Marton glared at him.

“It hurts and you know it. You can’t act in this condition.” Marton said matter of factly.

“I agree with Marton mate. Take the rest of the day off. Rest up for tomorrow ok?” Peter said as he patted Orlando’s shoulder reassuringly.

Marton nodded and guided Orlando to his trailer. Once inside Marton locked the door and made Orlando sit so a footstool. Marton removed Legolas’s weapons and boots. He then stood Orli up and removed Legolas’s outer tunic, inner shirt, and leggings. Orlando blushed but was in to much pain to argue. Marton carefully removed the blonde wig and using a special cleaner he removed the latex ear points.

“Dress and lay down when I am done I will take you home. Take this also.” Marton said as he got a Vicodin from off Orli’s dressing table. He handed it and a glass of water to Orli.

Orlando took it as Marton watched like his mother used to. After that he set that glass on a table and he got into bed. Marton watched as Orli curled up under the covers. He could clearly see the boy was trying not to cry. He went over to the bed and sat next to the boy.

“I know you hurt Orlando. Just rest and I will be back for you.” Marton leaned over and gently kissed Orlando on the lips.

Orli eagerly returned the kiss and he deepened it a bit before Marton pulled back and left. Sighing Orli tried to rest and relax. Marton unlocked the door as he left because he didn’t have a key. As he walked back on set he saw Viggo who looked worried.

“Where’s Orli?” he asked worried.

“Resting.” Was the clipped reply as Marton passed by Viggo.

Viggo frowned and looked over at Orli’s trailer wondering if he should go see his friend.

“Don’t” Marton said as he glared at Viggo. “He sleeps after I finish I will take him home.” Marton glared fiercely at Viggo as Sean Bean walked up.

“Hey Vig where’s the elf that’s on our quest?” Bean asked innocently.

“He sleeps, leave him alone.” Marton growled as he stalked away.

Sean and Viggo looked at each other worried. What exactly did Marton have in mind for Orli?

“I am going to talk to him tonight. If he hurts Orli so help me…” Bean said as places were called for. Viggo nodded and they went to find their marks.

TBC.