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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,195
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter 5
TITLE : Too Many Lines (5/?)
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, Viggo and Kevin 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
The feel of the velvet skin of Orli’s cock against his fingers was slowly causing the elder man to lose all sense. Desire coursed through his body, need taking away all conscious thought save one. This wasn’t what he wanted. This was wrong.
“No.” Karl managed jerking his hand away. He stood up abruptly and put distance between himself and Orlando. “No, Orli. God, I’m sorry. You should get dressed. We will have a talk after.” He folded his arms across his chest and turned away, trying to still his recklessly beating heart.
Orli stared at Karl’s back in disbelief, unable to process being rejected. He shuddered, laying both his hands flat against his thighs as he remained where he was, unsure if his legs could support him. Numbly, he rose to his feet, first one foot, and then the other. He would not cry for it was just a small thing. It was only a silly dream.
He would get on a plane to Jamaica to visit Kate first thing in the morning, Viggo or no Viggo. Slowly he walked to the room where his cloths were, not looking at Karl, definitely not looking at him.
He had to get away; he couldn’t stand to be near the other man. Not after that, how could he even look Karl in the eye? Gingerly he put on his clothes, taking care to make sure they were in order. He looked up and stared at himself in the mirror. He was Orlando Bloom, every woman’s dream. He didn’t need Karl Urban, he didn’t need anyone. His fingers gripped the wooden desk as he steadied his breathing.
Yes, he would call for a ticket away from here; his agent would just have to say something to the press. He just could not do it. Finally the jacket was on, and he had everything he needed to leave the hotel room.
Carefully he made his way to the door, looking out to see Karl finishing off a stiff drink by the fridge. Karl met his eyes with trepidation.
“I’m feeling better now.” Orlando said stiffly, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket. “I am not going to do the show. You and the others can handle it without me.”
“What?” Karl’s eyebrows rose, “Don’t be stupid, Orli. You cannot cancel an appearance like this without good reason. It’s bad for your image.” They were talking about anything but what happened, apparently.
“I guess that’s just me.” Orli’s lips curled as he stared hard at the elder actor. “Stupid.”
“Orli..” Karl’s hand rested against the table. God he was not good at this, not good at all. He wished Viggo was here, Viggo always knew what to say and do. “You’re not stupid. I’ve known about this for a while.”
Orli sucked in his breath, not entirely sure he wanted to deal with this conversation, or what Karl had to say. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of there. He shrugged, as nonchalantly as possible. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You had better sit down, if Viggo does not find you here when he gets back, he will hunt you down.” Karl said, half-jokingly. He knew Viggo; the man wouldn’t rest until he was sure Orli was okay. Besides, the young man needed to relax; he was more than a little upset, though he was trying to hide it. “Want a drink?”
“What have you got?”
“The best thing here is the Scotch.” Karl smiled a little, pouring a second glass and handed Orlando the full one as he walked over to the catch. “Come on, sit.”
Orli took a shot of the scotch, trying to avoid watching Karl move, or thinking about how good he looked. He sighed and relented, sitting down on the other side of it.
“There, that’s better.” Karl said carefully. “Orli, I’m sorry. I know…I know what you’re going through. I went through the same thing.” The actor briefly thought back to his time on Xena and fleeting memories of Kevin Sorbo. “It feels like you do not even know for sure what’s real anymore.”
The younger actor smirked and leant his head back against the couch, stretching out. “I know what I feel.” he whispered.
“Do you?” Karl’s gaze roamed over Orlando’s body, unable to help himself. “Have you ever been with a man before? Have you ever kissed another man?”
Orlando shook his head, “No, just you.” he quirked a smile, lifting his lashes at the other man, causing Karl’s heart to flutter and fingers to itch to close the distance between them.
“What makes you think this is the way you want to go, then? I mean, you have a girlfriend.” Karl said as gently as possible. “What I am trying to say is, Orli. I want more than just a quick roll in the bed.”
Orli laughed dryly, drinking more of the scotch. “You could have fooled me. It looked like Viggo was giving you just that earl” H” He immediately regretted his words when he saw hurt that he had never expect to see in the elder man‘s eyes. Something clenched in his own heart and he wanted somehow to ease the pain.
Karl looked down, “You don’t know anything about Viggo and I. Besides, he is with Sean Bean, and we would both appreciate it if you did not say a word to Sean about what you saw. We used to be together, when we were filming in New Zealand. That was why I did not do anything to encourage you there. It was because of Viggo.” He did not look back at Orlando, taking another swig of his drink. There was a slight tremor to his voice as he tried to control the pain within.
Orli scowled, sensing the elder man’s pain and wondering whether it had more to do with Viggo than with him. “But you let him fuck you.” Orli persisted. “What does that mean, Karl? How am I supposed to take that? You let him walk in and out of your life as he pleases bou dou don’t want anything to do with me? What’s wrong with me?” He was angry, and he could not get the image of Viggo on top of Karl out of his head. Every time he thought about it his chest tightened and his ach ached.
“There is -nothing- wrong with you.” Karl shook his head, finally looking up and biting his lower lip. “Orlando, I just don’t want something quick and easy. I just don’t want to hurt you and more to the point.” he met Orlando’s eyes then. “I don’t want you to hurt me. Our jobs have us in different parts of the world. My life is in New Zealand, Orli. Your life is in England.”
“I will not hurt you.” Oraid aid quickly, setting his glass down and closing the distance between them. All he wanted to do was take the pain away now.
Karl got up quickly, avoiding Orlando’s hands even as they reached for him. “I am not doing this again, Orli. Not to you, and not to me. I did it once with Viggo, and it didn’t work.”
Orli sighed and raked his hands through his damp hair. It was finally beginning to register what Karl was saying. He wanted a relationship, he wanted something more. He could feel the need in Karl and he wished there was something he could say that would convince the elder man that he was sincere. Was he sincere? What about Kate? What would he tell her? Sorry, I just discovered I am gay?
That was not entirely true, he desired women too. He supposed that meant he was Bi-Sexual. Did he want a relationship with this man? He had always told everyone that his career meant more to him r now now. He could not be tied down in New Zealand. Not since he kept getting scripts. Accept them while you’re hot, that’s what everyone said.
What about Karl though? Was Karl asking him to choose?
“Karl, all I want is for you to take me where I’ve never been. I want no one else. I dream about it, you know. I m abm about you. But, I cannot promise you anything. I wish I could, but my life is so chaotic right now. I do not want to hurt you either.”
Karl sighed and stared at his empty glass, setting it down slowly. Many men in his position would not have thought twice and jumped Orlando on the spot. The younger man was vulnerable and he needed time to think.
He slowly relented, and stepped bto tto the couch, allowing Orli to curl into his arms. Their lips met, the passion between them clear with each sweet caress, each gentle, needy, touch. Too soon they parted, and Karl laced their fingers together. “You need a good nights sleep, Orli. I can tell you one thing; I’m not going to sleep with you. Not completely, and not yet. I want more than that.”
Orli smiled, his eyes glittering, perhaps he would be able to stay here tonight after all. Karl’s defenses were strong, but not infallible. He was already crumbling, and soon Orli would get what he wanted, he always did. Wait a min wha what did Karl mean by not completely? “What exactly does that mean, Karl?”
“It means, Orlando, that there is a lot that you are going to learn and not all at once.” Karl slipped his tongue between his companion’s lips once again, enticing them open to explore the interior of his new lover’s very desirable mouth. “If we do this,” he whispered, “I want to do it slowly. I want to savor every stage of getting to know you and I want you to come back to me for more. Again and Again.”
**To Be Continued**
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, Viggo and Kevin 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
The feel of the velvet skin of Orli’s cock against his fingers was slowly causing the elder man to lose all sense. Desire coursed through his body, need taking away all conscious thought save one. This wasn’t what he wanted. This was wrong.
“No.” Karl managed jerking his hand away. He stood up abruptly and put distance between himself and Orlando. “No, Orli. God, I’m sorry. You should get dressed. We will have a talk after.” He folded his arms across his chest and turned away, trying to still his recklessly beating heart.
Orli stared at Karl’s back in disbelief, unable to process being rejected. He shuddered, laying both his hands flat against his thighs as he remained where he was, unsure if his legs could support him. Numbly, he rose to his feet, first one foot, and then the other. He would not cry for it was just a small thing. It was only a silly dream.
He would get on a plane to Jamaica to visit Kate first thing in the morning, Viggo or no Viggo. Slowly he walked to the room where his cloths were, not looking at Karl, definitely not looking at him.
He had to get away; he couldn’t stand to be near the other man. Not after that, how could he even look Karl in the eye? Gingerly he put on his clothes, taking care to make sure they were in order. He looked up and stared at himself in the mirror. He was Orlando Bloom, every woman’s dream. He didn’t need Karl Urban, he didn’t need anyone. His fingers gripped the wooden desk as he steadied his breathing.
Yes, he would call for a ticket away from here; his agent would just have to say something to the press. He just could not do it. Finally the jacket was on, and he had everything he needed to leave the hotel room.
Carefully he made his way to the door, looking out to see Karl finishing off a stiff drink by the fridge. Karl met his eyes with trepidation.
“I’m feeling better now.” Orlando said stiffly, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket. “I am not going to do the show. You and the others can handle it without me.”
“What?” Karl’s eyebrows rose, “Don’t be stupid, Orli. You cannot cancel an appearance like this without good reason. It’s bad for your image.” They were talking about anything but what happened, apparently.
“I guess that’s just me.” Orli’s lips curled as he stared hard at the elder actor. “Stupid.”
“Orli..” Karl’s hand rested against the table. God he was not good at this, not good at all. He wished Viggo was here, Viggo always knew what to say and do. “You’re not stupid. I’ve known about this for a while.”
Orli sucked in his breath, not entirely sure he wanted to deal with this conversation, or what Karl had to say. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of there. He shrugged, as nonchalantly as possible. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You had better sit down, if Viggo does not find you here when he gets back, he will hunt you down.” Karl said, half-jokingly. He knew Viggo; the man wouldn’t rest until he was sure Orli was okay. Besides, the young man needed to relax; he was more than a little upset, though he was trying to hide it. “Want a drink?”
“What have you got?”
“The best thing here is the Scotch.” Karl smiled a little, pouring a second glass and handed Orlando the full one as he walked over to the catch. “Come on, sit.”
Orli took a shot of the scotch, trying to avoid watching Karl move, or thinking about how good he looked. He sighed and relented, sitting down on the other side of it.
“There, that’s better.” Karl said carefully. “Orli, I’m sorry. I know…I know what you’re going through. I went through the same thing.” The actor briefly thought back to his time on Xena and fleeting memories of Kevin Sorbo. “It feels like you do not even know for sure what’s real anymore.”
The younger actor smirked and leant his head back against the couch, stretching out. “I know what I feel.” he whispered.
“Do you?” Karl’s gaze roamed over Orlando’s body, unable to help himself. “Have you ever been with a man before? Have you ever kissed another man?”
Orlando shook his head, “No, just you.” he quirked a smile, lifting his lashes at the other man, causing Karl’s heart to flutter and fingers to itch to close the distance between them.
“What makes you think this is the way you want to go, then? I mean, you have a girlfriend.” Karl said as gently as possible. “What I am trying to say is, Orli. I want more than just a quick roll in the bed.”
Orli laughed dryly, drinking more of the scotch. “You could have fooled me. It looked like Viggo was giving you just that earl” H” He immediately regretted his words when he saw hurt that he had never expect to see in the elder man‘s eyes. Something clenched in his own heart and he wanted somehow to ease the pain.
Karl looked down, “You don’t know anything about Viggo and I. Besides, he is with Sean Bean, and we would both appreciate it if you did not say a word to Sean about what you saw. We used to be together, when we were filming in New Zealand. That was why I did not do anything to encourage you there. It was because of Viggo.” He did not look back at Orlando, taking another swig of his drink. There was a slight tremor to his voice as he tried to control the pain within.
Orli scowled, sensing the elder man’s pain and wondering whether it had more to do with Viggo than with him. “But you let him fuck you.” Orli persisted. “What does that mean, Karl? How am I supposed to take that? You let him walk in and out of your life as he pleases bou dou don’t want anything to do with me? What’s wrong with me?” He was angry, and he could not get the image of Viggo on top of Karl out of his head. Every time he thought about it his chest tightened and his ach ached.
“There is -nothing- wrong with you.” Karl shook his head, finally looking up and biting his lower lip. “Orlando, I just don’t want something quick and easy. I just don’t want to hurt you and more to the point.” he met Orlando’s eyes then. “I don’t want you to hurt me. Our jobs have us in different parts of the world. My life is in New Zealand, Orli. Your life is in England.”
“I will not hurt you.” Oraid aid quickly, setting his glass down and closing the distance between them. All he wanted to do was take the pain away now.
Karl got up quickly, avoiding Orlando’s hands even as they reached for him. “I am not doing this again, Orli. Not to you, and not to me. I did it once with Viggo, and it didn’t work.”
Orli sighed and raked his hands through his damp hair. It was finally beginning to register what Karl was saying. He wanted a relationship, he wanted something more. He could feel the need in Karl and he wished there was something he could say that would convince the elder man that he was sincere. Was he sincere? What about Kate? What would he tell her? Sorry, I just discovered I am gay?
That was not entirely true, he desired women too. He supposed that meant he was Bi-Sexual. Did he want a relationship with this man? He had always told everyone that his career meant more to him r now now. He could not be tied down in New Zealand. Not since he kept getting scripts. Accept them while you’re hot, that’s what everyone said.
What about Karl though? Was Karl asking him to choose?
“Karl, all I want is for you to take me where I’ve never been. I want no one else. I dream about it, you know. I m abm about you. But, I cannot promise you anything. I wish I could, but my life is so chaotic right now. I do not want to hurt you either.”
Karl sighed and stared at his empty glass, setting it down slowly. Many men in his position would not have thought twice and jumped Orlando on the spot. The younger man was vulnerable and he needed time to think.
He slowly relented, and stepped bto tto the couch, allowing Orli to curl into his arms. Their lips met, the passion between them clear with each sweet caress, each gentle, needy, touch. Too soon they parted, and Karl laced their fingers together. “You need a good nights sleep, Orli. I can tell you one thing; I’m not going to sleep with you. Not completely, and not yet. I want more than that.”
Orli smiled, his eyes glittering, perhaps he would be able to stay here tonight after all. Karl’s defenses were strong, but not infallible. He was already crumbling, and soon Orli would get what he wanted, he always did. Wait a min wha what did Karl mean by not completely? “What exactly does that mean, Karl?”
“It means, Orlando, that there is a lot that you are going to learn and not all at once.” Karl slipped his tongue between his companion’s lips once again, enticing them open to explore the interior of his new lover’s very desirable mouth. “If we do this,” he whispered, “I want to do it slowly. I want to savor every stage of getting to know you and I want you to come back to me for more. Again and Again.”
**To Be Continued**