Too Many Lines

TITLE : Too Many Lines (4/?)
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

Lying next to Viggo, the younger man gave a soft purring noise, "I've missed you." Karl admitted.
Viggo was frowning slightly as he caressed Karl's shoulder, gradually they were coming down from the passion induced haze. "Isn't that the shower running?" He moved, easing away fromKarl who protested faintly.

The younge rman sighed and readjusted himself to reality. They had broken up in New Zealand because of Sean Bean and because it was nothing more than sex.

Viggo pulled on his jeans and shirt, running his hand through his hair. He frowned at the door to the room they'd put Orli in. . Orli…it was ajar slightly, and yes that was definitely water running. He pushed it open to see that the young man had indeed woken up. Viggo squinted at the other door leading out to the living room,wide open as if it had been thrown that way. "Shit." he swore under his breath. "Get up, Karl. Orlando is awake, he probably saw us." With that he strode through the room, following Orlando's wake to the bathroom door and knocked on it gently. "Orli? Its Viggo, are you alright?"

Karl twitched, his eyes widening at the news. He was not exactly sure how he felt about that. He had always admired Orlando from afar, always entertained fantasies, but never acted on them. The man shook his head and took a moment to clean himself before pulling on his own pants and shirt and dragging a comb through his hair, letting Viggo handle it. Viggo was so much better at communication.

Orlando opened his eyes as he heard Viggo's knock. He slowly came to his senses, glancing around at the mess he had made. Water was everywhere, as were his emotions. With a trembling hand he turned off the faucet "Relax old man," he said, feigning nonchalance. "I'm fine." He rose to his feet and grabbed a small towel.

"Don't bullshit me, Kid." Viggo's sharp voice came through the door. "You have about five seconds to open this door and show me, or else."

Orlando prayed Karl was not outside, he could not face the man, not yet. Viggo sounded halfway between
mad and concerned, it actually sent a bit of a thrill through him. He relented and pulled the door open, letting Viggo watch as he wrapped the skimpy towel around his waist. "Got a cigarette?" Orli asked flippantly, relieved that Karl indeed was not in the room.

"I thought you quit." Viggo studied the younger man as he ducked under the his arm and headed for a louge chair, draping himself on it, the towel just barely covering his assets.

"I did." Orli glanced toward the door where he knew Karl was, then back at Viggo. "Come on man. I could really use it."

Viggo shrugged and searched his jacket for a pack, tossing it and a lighter at Orli as he walked over to the chair nearby, fixing the young man with a basilisk stare. Orli took a deep shuddering breath as he had a long drag. "Orlando." Viggo said, speaking very clearly. "You passed out today. Out cold. Why?"
Orli looked away, "I've not been sleeping well. That's all. I've been moving around too much I guess, busy as hell."

"That's no excuse not to take care of yourself. Especially in this business. No one wants to hire a rundown actor, kid."

Orli kept glancing at the room Karl was in, wondering why he had not come out yet, both wanting and not wanting to see him. "I have to give Kate a call, I was supposed ot last night, she is probably worried."

"Orli, she is in Jamaica, I already called her." Viggo did not add that a man had answered the phone to her hotel room. "Listen we have talked to the producers of the show we were taping this morning. They are willing to wait a few days. I also called your agent and let him know what was happening and that you were okay. I had feel a lot better if you ust took it easy for the next few days and stayed here out of site. There is a doctor coming over to check out in the morning."

Orli listened to all this with a kind of detached air. Viggo certainly had taken care of everything. He could not just stay here for two days, much less one. He was expected back in Morocco on Friday. "I don't need a doctor." he mumbled. "I feel much better now."

"Do us a favor, elf boy, and just let me handle things." Viggo smiled warmly, trying his best to relax the disoriented young man. "Afterall, there are two rooms here, we can get your luggage brought over, Karl will not mind if you stay."

Staying with Karl? Orlando swallowed nervously, staring at Viggo as his lashes lowered. "Won't I cramp your style?" he asked darkly. If he had been able to admit it himself, he would have realized it was jealousy causing him to react like a spoilt child.

Karl walked in just then, and his eyes fell on Orlando, lying sprawled in the chair. His naked body glistening, wet hair tousled, in his eyes, cigarette in hand. The Kiwi actor was relieved that Viggo had 'taken care of' his needs, or he really would have a problem controlling himself. Nothing showed on his face though, Karl was a master of concealing his emotions. Viggo stood up as Karl entered, glancing at the other actor as he pulled on his jacket, "I've got to go arrange for Orlando's clothes to be brought here, I am out of here for a bit, you may want to order food."

He then smirked and grabbed Karl by the shirt, pulling him close. Orli's breath hitched as he watched Viggo's tongue dominate Karl's mouth, swiping into it feverishly. His eyes fixed on the two men, his breathing began to accellerate. God, Karl was beautiful when he kissed, what did he taste like? Other parts of him were reacting too and he found himself wishing for his clothes in the other room, all that he wore was the towel the towel.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it." Viggo threw a smirk at the stunned younger actor as he sauntered away, whistling.

Karl watched Viggo move away, rooted to the spot.

Orlando pushed himself off the chair when Viggo was gone, finally coming to a decision. "Do you fuck everyone Karl?" He asked flippantly, the towel slipping from his waist to reveal his secret features.

Karl's eyes roamed over the young star, drinking in the site of his glowing body. He did not answer the question, he could barely think.

"Viggo wants us to talk." he reminded himself.

"Fuck Viggo." Orlando said sharply, stubbing out his cigarette. Now he knew why he did not want to be anywhere near Karl Urban in the aroused state he was in. "Oh, wait, you already have. Was it good for you?" Why did not anything he said make sense? He felt irrationally jealous, angry, even.

"Yes, it always is good with Viggo." Karl answered honestly, his gaze held by the man's.

Orlando suddenly sprang forward, tackling Karl to the ground before the surprised man had a chance to react. Surprisingly strong, the young actor had him pinned very easily after a short struggle.

"Why fuck Viggo?" Orlando asked, "When you can fuck me." He descended on Karl's lips, his own demanding harsh entrance instantly. It was no sweet lover's kiss, it was a savage union of desperate tongues winding their way for dominance. Karl fought for his senses as they quickly reeled out of control, propelled into orbit by the hand of an inexperienced angry young man.

Sense overcame the moment and he managed to disentangle himself from the other man, shoving Orlando away as he scrambled backwards and to his feet. Orli lay on the floor, propped up by one arm as he looked up at Karl, panting heavily.

"You're not ready for this." Karl said, shakily. "You don't even know if you really want it."

Orlando shook his head, and ran his tongue over his lips, sliding his hand down to the already stiffening cock. "That's where you are wrong, Karl. I know I want it." He said savagely, "And I want you, why can't you admit that you want me too?"

"Not like this." Karl said desperately. "You have not slept with a man before."

"No, I haven't." Orli agreed, "But goddamnit, I cannot sleep, I cannot fucking think when I am around you. I barely existed towards the end in New Zealand." his fingers gently ran up and down the length of his sex, enticing. "I need you Karl. I want you."

"This is not talking; this is not what we need to do." Karl ran both hands through his hair, trying to avoid watching what Orli was doing. "You don't know what you are asking."

"Karl, read my lips. I do not care anymore."

"But, I do, Orli." Karl shook his head. "I care too much to see you get hurt doing something you do not understand." He fell into a nearby chair and put his head in his hands. "This is the same reason I did not do anything in New Zealand. "

The young actor growled in frustration, moving over to the other, and laying hiad oad on the other man's knees. "Then teach me, show Me." he begged softly. "I cannot live like this anymore."

Karl lifted his hands and looked into Orlando's eyes, helplessly caught in the trap that they wove. He reached towards the other's cheek and stroked it. Orli took the hand, and guided it downwards, pulling Karl from the chair. Karl's hand cupped his sex, and he stroked himself against it, needing friction, needing anything Karl was willing to give.

**To Be Continued…**