Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 6

The set was in chaos, last minute touches. Trucks, smoke, dust. People running everywhere, yelling to make themselves heard. But knowing Pete, by tomorrow everything would be in place. He saw Orlando, staring at the group of trailers. A long lean form, still, amid the chaos and he looked nervous. Strike that. Viggo thought he actually saw him twitch. The hand that gripped his bag had gone white.
"We're in that one." He said softly, next to his ear so as not to spook. The guy looked like he'd take off at full gallop any second. "Come on, let's go check it out. Get out of this dust for a bit."

"Does it have air conditioning?" He waved a hand in front of his crinkled nose.
"It's cold out Orlando."
"Duh, maybe we could get rid of this smoke. Heat would just make it worse."
"Yeah, your right, let me go see if I can get the power-pak fired up. You see if you can find the controls."

He was leaning over trying to see how the table lowered to pop out the bed when Viggo came back. Without looking he pointed to a wall. "Over there by the counter."
"What are you doing?"
"Um..I.." He saw Viggo's smile start and flopped down in the seat, defeated. "Just lookin around."
There's a latch under the table and one above each seat that looses the bed."
He granted Vig a twisted half smile. 'Such a smartass!'
He moved on past Orli to look around.
There's drawers under the bed and in the closet, but we'll have to share the closet. Plus, I think there's storage space beneath the seats."
He pushed off the seat with a tired sigh and went to look. "I don't need much room Vig. Only brought one bag. Figured we'll spend most of the time in costume anyway." He poked his head in the bedroom for a quick peek then opened the bathroom door. Toilet, sink, stand up shower. "Wonder what the showers will be like."
Vig snorted as he brushed past him. "Probably cold if you don't make it here first." He looked around, opening every drawer and door he could find. "What do you think. Should we go get supplies, cause once we start shooting. Orl Orlando nodded and smiled. Actually smiled-and Viggo smiled back..finally able to relax a little.

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"Do you think a party's such a good idea, we're sposed to be resting. Shoot starts tomorrow night. Ring any bells?"
"Look Orli, If I go to sleep now I'll be up at five in the morning. Awake all day-then all night-it's better this way."
"Better for you maybe. I've hardly slept the last two nights Vig, I'm exhausted!"
"Take the bedroom then."
"There's gonna be booze."
He chuckled, "I'll make them keep it to a soft roar, or, pick a trailer fromeonmeone here tonight and they can take your bed."
"Your being a bad roommate already."
"And your just being a pain because your tired, he teased. So, go on, off to bed with you." He shooed him away with his hands. "Seriously though, If it gets too loud let me know and we'll find you another place."
The bedroom door slid closed with a thud. "Orli?" "Yeah."
"Did you just blow a raspberry at me?" Muffled laughter.

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"Orli..hey." Viggo shook his shoulder a little. Out of the muffled slur he only made out "Five minutes."
"Orlando!"
He groaned, rolling to his back. "You again?" Vig smiled.
"I'm not here to wake you."
"Then why are ya?" he grumbled.
"We got two passed out stuntmen in the booth I can't budge and..I'd sleep outside but it'll be daylight soon, plus too many people."
"Hmm, told ya so." He chanted, but scooted to the wall anyway.
"Thanks."
"Mmm, night Vig." "Night."


He woke in slow motion. One small movement stretch or blink of an eye at a time. When eyes finally focused in the still dim room, he saw only..a wall?
'Oh, yeah. Hell's deep. Shoot tonight. Party last night. Yeah, he could hear Vig's soft breathing behind him. It hardly seemed possible the man had slept by his side all this time without laying a hand on him.
If Lij hadn't shown when he did the other day, well, Vig would have stopped if he'd wanted him to. Problem was, stopping had definitely been last on his list of things he'd wanted Vig to do to him.
And now? Nothing!
He had gone from crushed over Karl - to elation in the form of a mind numbing kiss, all in the span of seven hours to-*nothing*. Sure with Lij in hou house, he could understand that. But yesterday, all day, alone-together. Not one innuendo, no lingering touches, hell, he hadn't even caught him staring. They had been, he realized, like they used to be 'just friends'.
He considered of course Vig just not wanting to take advantage the situation. 'But not even one leering look at his ass, which he usuastarstared at like his universe centered there.'
He reached up to an edge of the blackout curtain, blinded by sunl. He. He rolled to his bstrestretching further, then on to his other side to watch Vig sleep. On his back. One arm thrown up, cradling his head which was turned towards him. So impossibly gorgeous.
'My beautiful passionate Viggo. His? What are you doin to me Vig..is it your intent to drive me to madness.'
He very carefully brushed a stray lock from his cheek to improve the view. Let a finger ghost that full bottom lip on retreat, he didn't stir. Sculpted chest rose and fell with every warm breath. Flat planes of his stomach led of course to the real point of interest at the moment. That was the nice tent Vig was making of the sheet. He smiled, remembering back to when Vig had told him about the trailer-this trailer. He had figured they'd probably end up in bed together before the end of this shoot. But the first night! Of course that was before Vig's seeming reluctance to touch him. He tried but couldn't suppress the puff of air that escaped in bemusement. Viggo stirred lightly but didn't wake. He wondered what Vig would do if he woke with his hand-or maybe his mouth- wrapped around that very hard cock.
'Stop it Orlando..you are *not* going to molest the man in his sleep.' Another puff of air. Vig stirred again, a little more this time. He looked around but saw no sign of a clock and his watch was on the table beside Vig. 'Nah, better let him sleep.'
He decided instead to think of every place he would like to lick or bite on the mans body. In what way..exactly how hard or soft of a nip should be placed and where. What areas to avoid at first for the most torment, so shockwaves of pleasure could be delivered later. Oh yes, he was sure he could spend hours pleasuring that body-and never grow tired of it. Would he let him?
By the time his quiet perusal ended, Orlando was unbearably hard. Tensed with need and panting softly. Time to get up.

He felt the warm body moving over him, arms moved instinctively to embrace. He rolled them over, parting those strong thighs to lie between them, claiming those lips in what was effortlessly becoming blind abandoned need. A hand slipped beneath the slim hips, pulling him into his own grinding ones. Increasing the friction of their rigid erections to a frenzy of want. Nails clawed at his back, sides, hips, pulling and scraping. He lifted from the kiss, struggling for air. Orli was panting, pliant and weak with need beneath him. The sight was overwhelming.
His hand slid from under the slender hips, a light teasing stroke to his cock then on to stroke first the smooth sac, then behind it for the hidden opening.
He squirmed, adjusting to the invasion, moaning his approval, hands still clawing at Viggo to draw him down. He mated their lips once more. Tongue moving in tandem with fingers in velvety heat. Hips started to push into every stroke. Kisses turned to biting nips around the ever increasing moans.
He raised once more, drawing deeply the much needed air. Brown eyes met blue. "Want you." Came the ragged whisper. "Need you." Was his response.
Hard flesh edged in to replace fingers, holding the gaze of soulful brown he joined their bodies, thrusting together with his beautiful lover. Arousal too powerful for slow, hands pulled again, encouraging him deeper, thrust harder, moans louder, chest heaving in pleasure as Viggo took him, one hard thrust after another. A hip raised, enclosing the aching flesh trapped between them, never halting their insistent pounding. Thought dissolved to sensations of scraping teeth, maddening touches and convulsive heat rapidly consuming him. Rigid flesh pulsed in his hand as spasms in the muscles surrounding him clenched. He came in long, hard pulses, over his hand and up his stomach. Moaning his satisfaction at the top of his lungs, pulling Viggo with him over the edge. With one last deep thrust, he spilled into the body pinned beneath him with a harsh groan, and slowly crumpled ontop his spent lover.

"Fucking Christ." He groaned, then was overcome with a wave of horror. He collapsed gratefully back to the bed finding Orlando gone. Lifting a still shaking hand to rub at his face, pushing away damp strands of hair.
'Shit..this was the most intense one of them yet.' Usually they left him shaky but, he vividly recalled everything, could still feel Orli in his hand. He pulled the pillow away from him, then hurriedly flipped it and buried his face guiltily.
"Vig you awake?"
"Yeah." The pillow muffled his voice.
"Come on if you wanna shower and eat first it's..."
His head snapped off the pillow without meeting the others eyes. "I said I'm awake. I'll be there!" He let his face fall back into the pillow. 'Shit.' He thought he could feel Orlando tense. Hadn't meant to snap. The quick hard slide of the door confirmed it, a minute later the outside door swung shut with a bang. He flopped over to his back rubbing at his face with both hands. 'How the hell am I supposed to apologize for this? He could just imagine the look he'd receive.'

An hour later when he found him, he felt a little like the human scum Orlando was fond of calling him. Vivacious smile, eyes lit with amusement over what Bernard was saying. When he spotted Viggo the light died and the smile slipped.
"Isn't that right Viggo?" Bernard asked when he approached the small group.
One brow raised, then lowered. Probably best not to know. "I'm sure that since you are king *here* whatever you say is correct." He patted his shoulder in the manner of placating a child as he passed.
Bernard smiled. "It's good to see you've learned your place on my lands..boy!"
'Ooohs and are you going to take that' challenges were issued. He ignored them and gave a slight bow, conceding to the king. 'They must be getting very bored waiting.' He thought, taking a seat next to Orlando on the fake rock. Best to get it over with. To his surprise Orlando bumped their arms together in a playful gesture.
"Coward!" He teased. "I spose Arwen's going to be running things then?" He heard a few snickers from immediately around them for it hadn't been said loud. But having been completely on another trail of thought and mindset he was stunned silent for a minute. Orlando wasn't. He leaned in closer again lowering his voice.
"Through being a grouch?" The smile was teasing, but the elf blue eyes weren't. He felt even more guilty being let off this easy. Orlando's heart was just to kind to be true. He sighed as if making a big effort, his eyes trying to tell Orli he was sorry. "Quite through, I assure you."
"Good...don't think you wanna be roomin with a pissed off elf."
He let out a soft laugh. "No, I'm sure I don't. A pissed off one probably wouldn't leave me breakfast. Thanks." He received a gentle smile for his effort.
"Tomorrow's your turn, yeah?"
Viggo grinned. "Yeah, tomorrow."


TBC