All About Us (Series)
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,195
Reviews:
4
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.
High Notes
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah, Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Series: Part 5 of the “All about Us” Series
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did NOT happen. This is NOT real.
Summary: Sean didn’t know that Viggo could reach such high notes…
High Notes
Lij and Orlando were still bickering when they left Bean’s room – Lijah making rude references to Orli’s balls (or rather the lack of it) and Orli in return complaining that Lijah could not possibly know anything about gay sex even if Sean and Viggo were to be sitting naked in front of him, God and the entire world, going at each other like cats in heat.
On and on the argument went, riddled with insults of such extensive creativity and varying degree of hilarity that by the end of fifteen minutes, the two boys were clapping each other on the backs, positively howling with laughter. In a relatively chipper mood, they made their way back to the bar to meet the two older men, Elijah bursting into intermittent bouts of uncontrollable laughter at Orli’s constantchinching and Orlando, sniggering at the startling shade of red that the younger man’s face had taken on.
In short, their argument had been forgotten and their short experience with gay sex secretly filed under the “Things Never to Talk About” compartment in their heads.
In any case, the m in in the bar seemed to be twice as loud as it was when they first came in. Elijah had in the mean time, in a space of five minutes, got into another fight with the bouncer at the entrance who *still* requested for the young man’s identification card. Two minutes later, they were once more fifty quid poorer and Elijah was, again, stomping away while Orli rolled his eyes in exasperation.
*Isn’t this how we first came in?*
“Bloody bastard,” Elijah muttered as he glared in the direction of the bouncer (who incidentally looked like a cross between an ape and a horse, not a very good combination if truth be told) while he cracked his knuckles threateningly.
Again, Orlando rolled his eyes, adopting a long-suffering expression which would have been comical if not for the very real irritation that boiled beneath its surface. “What the hell do you intend to do? Bugger him to death with your finger? Give it a rest for cripes sake. I love my face the way it is, thank you very much.”
Elijah was still complaining loudly as they squeezed their way through the mess of sweaty bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Orli took it as much as he could. Bloody bastard. Yeah, heard that one. Fucking p. No. Now that’s new. Someone just groped my arse. As if! I think I see Liv with Sean…
In unison, the two boys stood frozen to the ground. Oh shit. Liv. With Sean. Twas was bad.
They contemplated on escaping but the piercing blue of Liv’s eyes caught them even in the semi-darkness of the room and impatiently, she beckoned them over. There was no way they could hide now.
“Fucking hell. This is all Bean’s fault,” muttered Orli unhappily as he shuffled towards the table, his head bowed low as if he were a student awaiting a reprimand from his teacher. Where the fuck was Viggo anyway? It’s his fault too. But all Orli could see was Liv frownin the them, Sean turning a damning shade of red, shifting around like he had ants in his pants and Viggo’s feet, peeking out from under the table cloth…
What the fuck? No one can be *that* perverse, can they? But judging from the acute expression of pained pleasure coupled with a good measure of embarrassment and frustration upon Bean’s face, Orli would safely bet a fortune on the fact that Viggo was probably doing stuff he should not be doing under the cover of the table cloth. It was a good thing that Liv seemed to be completely oblivious… at least for the moment. Sean didn’t look as if he could last long.
“Livvy!” Elijah squealed as he sat beside her and Orli, next to Sean, batting his eyelashes desperately in an attempt to make amends. Liv rolled her eyes and spared him a tight smile. Sean said nothing but took a huge gulp of his drink, breathing heavily as if he had just ran the marathon.
“Hey Lij, Orlando, listen. I know you took the dildos. I wouldn’t ask what you did with it, but I need you to return it,” she said without much preamble.
From the corner of Orli’s eye, he saw Sean taking another drink and turned another shade of red. Really, it was fascinating to watch a grown man squirm.
“Aww, Liv, I’m sorry we took your toys. It was more for a dare, like. We didn’t use it!” Elijah whined while Sean drained his beer down to the last drop. Orli nodded his head vehemently, struggling not to laugh. Liv looked scandalized.
“Mine? No, it’s not mine. It’s Ian’s,” she said with a shrug, “I share a trailer with him, don’t I? Which is why I need you to return it. I think he thinks I took it.”
Sean predictably turned a stunning shade of purple before reaching over to take Liv’s untouched wine and started to drink that one too. Liv regarded him with some concern before turning her attention back to Lij and Orli. Orli took the opportunity toe ore orders to a passing waiter for more beer.
“I-Ian?” Lij stuttered, deliriously close to laughter as he hurriedly thrust the package filled with the dildos into Liv’s hands. Liv turned pink as she gave a nervous giggle.
“Yeah, Ian! And don’t laugh,” she said, her expression turning severe although the corners of her lips twitched with the effort not to smile. “It’s perfectly natural.”
Lij sniggered. Orli took the beers from the waiter and passed one to Sean who feverishly downed it as quickly as he could without gagging…
*~*~*~*~*~*
If Sean Bean ever had an irrational desire to murder someone, it would be at this very moment, with him surrounded by two assholes, an angel who won’t leave him the fuck alone, horrendous club music and his hard cock down Viggo’s throat. Fucking hell, what had he ever done to deserve this? One moment Viggo was scampering under the table to hide from Liv and the next thing before he realized it, he had his fly undone and Viggo sucking on his cock as if he were desperate to get a taste of Sean’s come upon his tongue.
Fuck.
Viggo’s tongue sliding hotly up and down his rigid length. Cock so hard he swear he could pound nails into concrete. Viggo milking Sean’s cock with his throat, his hand gentle and youghough with calluses, reaching up to tenderly cup and massage Sean’s balls, the friction of skin on flesh making him burn...
Fuck!
Viggo humming, purring deep in his throat, the vibrations sending shock waves ripping up Sean’s thighs. His lips making wet, barely audible sucking sounds as he worked on Sean’s erection…
FUCK! OH FUCK! I’M GONNA COME! WHY THE *FUCK* ARE THEY STILL HERE?
“I THINK.”
Liv, Lij and Orli just looked at him in shock at his sudden outburst. Sean cleared his throat to bring his voice down from its previously high pitched sound back to a tenor.
“I thinkhas has been a long night and… and we need to get to bed,” he said as calmly and coherently as he could with Viggo humming round his cock. What the fuck? It seemed like Viggo was humming a tune… it sure *felt* like Viggo humming a tune. Bloody Americans. And as if on cue, Viggo began to hum to the tune of… believe it or believe it not… the “Star Spangled Banner.” Sean trembled in expectation. There were some seriously high notes in there… he should know. Viggo sometimes sang it in his sleep. Crazy bastard. It’s a good thing he was good in bed or Sean would have kicked him out of his bedroom a long time ago.
“So?” huffed Lij, “The night is still young and I haven’t got anything to drink yet. Speaking of which…”
Immediately, Sean rummaged in his pockets to produce several notes. He shoved it towards to younger man.
“There,” he squeaked. “Now go, vamoose… I need to… OH FUCK THAT’S ONE FUCKING HIGH NOTE…”
“Ah yes, it’s that new song from Brittany Spears. Silly cow. Never could pull if off, you know. I think it’s time Americans appreciate talent by how well a person can sing, not how big their boobies are or how many famous peotheythey shagged,” Lij said, cheerfully oblivious, babbling away with feet tapping a rhythm on the floor. Sean looked downright murderous.
“You okay, man? You’re sweating like a fucking horse,” Orlando said, casting the older man a sly look. Sean rolled his eyes and went in for the attack.
A rough hand clamped itself around Orli’s cock and Sean forced a smile at the younger man who rapidly turned from white, to green and finally, to red. It’s always fascinating to note how nervous a man can get when his cock was in the not-so-friendly hands of another.
“You were saying?” Sean whispered, his voice silky and eyes glittering menacingly.
“Lij, let’s go,” Orli said, his voice sounding to the world like a rat being squished on. Elijah looked irritated.
“Now?” Lij wailed, “But we only just got here!”
Sean squeezed just a littler harder.
“No! Now! Go!”
With that, he sprang up, grabbing Lij and Liv by their arms and pulling them away heading towards the exit. Liv turned back. Sean looked as if he might cry.
“Hey, Sean. If you ever get a hold of Vigtelltell him that we need to go through the scenes together if we’re having it entirely in Elvish,” she called out amidst betuggtugged and pulled at by Orli.
With a final wave from Liv, a nervous glance from Orli and a sulky pout from Lij, they vanished into the crowd.
And with that, orgasm came in a huge wave, his cries mercifully drowned out by the surrounding noise as he came right down Viggo’s waiting throat…
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Easy. Easy. Watch the door!”
*bump*
“Ouchies!”
“Dammit Sean. You should have looked out for the door.”
“There’re three doors. I couldn’t decide which one to go through!”
“There’s only one, and you’re walking through it right now. You shouldn’t drink too much! For God’s sake, it’s just a blowjob! It’s not that you’ve never done it in public before.”
*bump*
“Shit, you’re a mess when you are drunk, you know that?”
“Why is the floor moving Vig?”
“It’s not the floor. It’s you. Now look out for the table…”
*crash*
“OW! FUCK! HURT MY BALLS!”
“I’ll kiss it better later. Now get to bed… there’s a good boy.”
“Hurts!”
“It’s alright, I’ll get some ice. You just lie there while I take off your shoes.”
“Little Sean? Talk to me!”
*grumble grumble*
“Why the fuck am I with a guy who talks to his balls, I wonder.”
“Shh… don’t say that. You might hurt his feelings.”
*snort*
“Okay, just get some rest. I’ll get the gun ready if you want to blow your head off when you wake up tomorrow.”
“S’okay… zzzzzzz.”
*grin*
“Bastard.”
*kiss*
“Love you Vig.”
“You getting soft on me, old man?”
“ZzzzZZzzzZzzz.”
“Love you too.”
THE END
Rating: R
Series: Part 5 of the “All about Us” Series
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did NOT happen. This is NOT real.
Summary: Sean didn’t know that Viggo could reach such high notes…
High Notes
Lij and Orlando were still bickering when they left Bean’s room – Lijah making rude references to Orli’s balls (or rather the lack of it) and Orli in return complaining that Lijah could not possibly know anything about gay sex even if Sean and Viggo were to be sitting naked in front of him, God and the entire world, going at each other like cats in heat.
On and on the argument went, riddled with insults of such extensive creativity and varying degree of hilarity that by the end of fifteen minutes, the two boys were clapping each other on the backs, positively howling with laughter. In a relatively chipper mood, they made their way back to the bar to meet the two older men, Elijah bursting into intermittent bouts of uncontrollable laughter at Orli’s constantchinching and Orlando, sniggering at the startling shade of red that the younger man’s face had taken on.
In short, their argument had been forgotten and their short experience with gay sex secretly filed under the “Things Never to Talk About” compartment in their heads.
In any case, the m in in the bar seemed to be twice as loud as it was when they first came in. Elijah had in the mean time, in a space of five minutes, got into another fight with the bouncer at the entrance who *still* requested for the young man’s identification card. Two minutes later, they were once more fifty quid poorer and Elijah was, again, stomping away while Orli rolled his eyes in exasperation.
*Isn’t this how we first came in?*
“Bloody bastard,” Elijah muttered as he glared in the direction of the bouncer (who incidentally looked like a cross between an ape and a horse, not a very good combination if truth be told) while he cracked his knuckles threateningly.
Again, Orlando rolled his eyes, adopting a long-suffering expression which would have been comical if not for the very real irritation that boiled beneath its surface. “What the hell do you intend to do? Bugger him to death with your finger? Give it a rest for cripes sake. I love my face the way it is, thank you very much.”
Elijah was still complaining loudly as they squeezed their way through the mess of sweaty bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Orli took it as much as he could. Bloody bastard. Yeah, heard that one. Fucking p. No. Now that’s new. Someone just groped my arse. As if! I think I see Liv with Sean…
In unison, the two boys stood frozen to the ground. Oh shit. Liv. With Sean. Twas was bad.
They contemplated on escaping but the piercing blue of Liv’s eyes caught them even in the semi-darkness of the room and impatiently, she beckoned them over. There was no way they could hide now.
“Fucking hell. This is all Bean’s fault,” muttered Orli unhappily as he shuffled towards the table, his head bowed low as if he were a student awaiting a reprimand from his teacher. Where the fuck was Viggo anyway? It’s his fault too. But all Orli could see was Liv frownin the them, Sean turning a damning shade of red, shifting around like he had ants in his pants and Viggo’s feet, peeking out from under the table cloth…
What the fuck? No one can be *that* perverse, can they? But judging from the acute expression of pained pleasure coupled with a good measure of embarrassment and frustration upon Bean’s face, Orli would safely bet a fortune on the fact that Viggo was probably doing stuff he should not be doing under the cover of the table cloth. It was a good thing that Liv seemed to be completely oblivious… at least for the moment. Sean didn’t look as if he could last long.
“Livvy!” Elijah squealed as he sat beside her and Orli, next to Sean, batting his eyelashes desperately in an attempt to make amends. Liv rolled her eyes and spared him a tight smile. Sean said nothing but took a huge gulp of his drink, breathing heavily as if he had just ran the marathon.
“Hey Lij, Orlando, listen. I know you took the dildos. I wouldn’t ask what you did with it, but I need you to return it,” she said without much preamble.
From the corner of Orli’s eye, he saw Sean taking another drink and turned another shade of red. Really, it was fascinating to watch a grown man squirm.
“Aww, Liv, I’m sorry we took your toys. It was more for a dare, like. We didn’t use it!” Elijah whined while Sean drained his beer down to the last drop. Orli nodded his head vehemently, struggling not to laugh. Liv looked scandalized.
“Mine? No, it’s not mine. It’s Ian’s,” she said with a shrug, “I share a trailer with him, don’t I? Which is why I need you to return it. I think he thinks I took it.”
Sean predictably turned a stunning shade of purple before reaching over to take Liv’s untouched wine and started to drink that one too. Liv regarded him with some concern before turning her attention back to Lij and Orli. Orli took the opportunity toe ore orders to a passing waiter for more beer.
“I-Ian?” Lij stuttered, deliriously close to laughter as he hurriedly thrust the package filled with the dildos into Liv’s hands. Liv turned pink as she gave a nervous giggle.
“Yeah, Ian! And don’t laugh,” she said, her expression turning severe although the corners of her lips twitched with the effort not to smile. “It’s perfectly natural.”
Lij sniggered. Orli took the beers from the waiter and passed one to Sean who feverishly downed it as quickly as he could without gagging…
*~*~*~*~*~*
If Sean Bean ever had an irrational desire to murder someone, it would be at this very moment, with him surrounded by two assholes, an angel who won’t leave him the fuck alone, horrendous club music and his hard cock down Viggo’s throat. Fucking hell, what had he ever done to deserve this? One moment Viggo was scampering under the table to hide from Liv and the next thing before he realized it, he had his fly undone and Viggo sucking on his cock as if he were desperate to get a taste of Sean’s come upon his tongue.
Fuck.
Viggo’s tongue sliding hotly up and down his rigid length. Cock so hard he swear he could pound nails into concrete. Viggo milking Sean’s cock with his throat, his hand gentle and youghough with calluses, reaching up to tenderly cup and massage Sean’s balls, the friction of skin on flesh making him burn...
Fuck!
Viggo humming, purring deep in his throat, the vibrations sending shock waves ripping up Sean’s thighs. His lips making wet, barely audible sucking sounds as he worked on Sean’s erection…
FUCK! OH FUCK! I’M GONNA COME! WHY THE *FUCK* ARE THEY STILL HERE?
“I THINK.”
Liv, Lij and Orli just looked at him in shock at his sudden outburst. Sean cleared his throat to bring his voice down from its previously high pitched sound back to a tenor.
“I thinkhas has been a long night and… and we need to get to bed,” he said as calmly and coherently as he could with Viggo humming round his cock. What the fuck? It seemed like Viggo was humming a tune… it sure *felt* like Viggo humming a tune. Bloody Americans. And as if on cue, Viggo began to hum to the tune of… believe it or believe it not… the “Star Spangled Banner.” Sean trembled in expectation. There were some seriously high notes in there… he should know. Viggo sometimes sang it in his sleep. Crazy bastard. It’s a good thing he was good in bed or Sean would have kicked him out of his bedroom a long time ago.
“So?” huffed Lij, “The night is still young and I haven’t got anything to drink yet. Speaking of which…”
Immediately, Sean rummaged in his pockets to produce several notes. He shoved it towards to younger man.
“There,” he squeaked. “Now go, vamoose… I need to… OH FUCK THAT’S ONE FUCKING HIGH NOTE…”
“Ah yes, it’s that new song from Brittany Spears. Silly cow. Never could pull if off, you know. I think it’s time Americans appreciate talent by how well a person can sing, not how big their boobies are or how many famous peotheythey shagged,” Lij said, cheerfully oblivious, babbling away with feet tapping a rhythm on the floor. Sean looked downright murderous.
“You okay, man? You’re sweating like a fucking horse,” Orlando said, casting the older man a sly look. Sean rolled his eyes and went in for the attack.
A rough hand clamped itself around Orli’s cock and Sean forced a smile at the younger man who rapidly turned from white, to green and finally, to red. It’s always fascinating to note how nervous a man can get when his cock was in the not-so-friendly hands of another.
“You were saying?” Sean whispered, his voice silky and eyes glittering menacingly.
“Lij, let’s go,” Orli said, his voice sounding to the world like a rat being squished on. Elijah looked irritated.
“Now?” Lij wailed, “But we only just got here!”
Sean squeezed just a littler harder.
“No! Now! Go!”
With that, he sprang up, grabbing Lij and Liv by their arms and pulling them away heading towards the exit. Liv turned back. Sean looked as if he might cry.
“Hey, Sean. If you ever get a hold of Vigtelltell him that we need to go through the scenes together if we’re having it entirely in Elvish,” she called out amidst betuggtugged and pulled at by Orli.
With a final wave from Liv, a nervous glance from Orli and a sulky pout from Lij, they vanished into the crowd.
And with that, orgasm came in a huge wave, his cries mercifully drowned out by the surrounding noise as he came right down Viggo’s waiting throat…
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Easy. Easy. Watch the door!”
*bump*
“Ouchies!”
“Dammit Sean. You should have looked out for the door.”
“There’re three doors. I couldn’t decide which one to go through!”
“There’s only one, and you’re walking through it right now. You shouldn’t drink too much! For God’s sake, it’s just a blowjob! It’s not that you’ve never done it in public before.”
*bump*
“Shit, you’re a mess when you are drunk, you know that?”
“Why is the floor moving Vig?”
“It’s not the floor. It’s you. Now look out for the table…”
*crash*
“OW! FUCK! HURT MY BALLS!”
“I’ll kiss it better later. Now get to bed… there’s a good boy.”
“Hurts!”
“It’s alright, I’ll get some ice. You just lie there while I take off your shoes.”
“Little Sean? Talk to me!”
*grumble grumble*
“Why the fuck am I with a guy who talks to his balls, I wonder.”
“Shh… don’t say that. You might hurt his feelings.”
*snort*
“Okay, just get some rest. I’ll get the gun ready if you want to blow your head off when you wake up tomorrow.”
“S’okay… zzzzzzz.”
*grin*
“Bastard.”
*kiss*
“Love you Vig.”
“You getting soft on me, old man?”
“ZzzzZZzzzZzzz.”
“Love you too.”
THE END