Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 7

What he'd told Elijah hadn't been far from the truth. The first few weeks were hellish, 'six days a week.' Besides vigilantly doing his strengthening exercises, his back was still having spasm attacks. Everyone here and there were getting colds, not to mention headaches from the constant roar of the set and exhaustion in general. So any day off was, sleep and more sleep.
The constant barrage of visitors to their trailer and the fact that Viggo was on set more than him-even on days off-left them rarely alone. And what happened that afternoon at his house...never mentioned.
He had repeated that and the immediate surrounding days through his memory countless times, never finding a concrete answer as to the sudden halt. The possibility of Karl, of course still existed. Vig not wanting to take advantage of their living arrangement was plausible, or he realized Orli wasn't gonna stop him that day and became disinterested-thrill of the chase gone-so to speak. Or, just realized he really had made a mistake and no longer wanted him.
His thoughts raced back to their first night in the trailer. The soft moan Vig had let out when he reached for him as he crawled over the sleeping body. The anger lacing his voice when he woke. God, everything was such a damn contradiction! He wanted to stomp his feet and demand answers, scream out loud his frustration as he ripped out handfuls of hair. Throw Vig to a wall and kiss him to see if he'd respond.
He would do none, he knew that. No matter how many times he pondered these thoughts, he'd decided, If Vig wanted it ignored or forgotten-fine! That was what he'd originally wanted anyway-so why wasn't getting what he wanted making him happy?
Besides that, he was happy with their renewed friendship, even if it was awkward at times. The awkwardness only seemed to emanate from him, never Vig so..Great, he was getting another headache. 'Hell, where are you when I need you Lij?' He could just hear Lij now. 'Looks like he's turned the tables on ya pal, now it's you wantin him and him ignorin you!'
'Bloody hobbit!' But he knew the imagined voice rang true, as soon as Viggo had let up, he couldn't get his mind off him. 'If this is some ploy of yours Vig I'm gonna kick yur ass!' But the question yet remained-why? Was Lij right and he really was just too damn dense to see he was falling...nooo...hell no, falling in love with a man like Viggo was scary on so many levels it was almost terrifying. He was brilliant, intense, playful and seductive, macho yet gentle-and he kissed liked a fucking thunderstorm. Wild, sizzling jolts, scorching his insides. 'No Bloom, don't sound like your in love with him at all! And I'm not, he reminded himself, not possible. It's only physical, Just an attraction that'll be cured by a few good shags-if they ever...'God Vig, you are the worst form of torture, if we ever do come together you better be fucking worth it!'

Thanks to modern technologies ability to breakdown. They were having a rare break on an afternoon shoot, that also turned into lunchtime-meaning, it was going to be awhile.
He made his way up the side steps to one of the higher towers, away from all people, noise and constant dank smell of the set. Leaning over the wall a little, he could see Vig and Bernard clowning around as usual. Brad, Ian and John in a heated discussion over something. What he was interested in was the cool fresh breeze that lifted the blonde strands away from his neck and the tranquility of the landscape beyond the set. He propped his chin in his hands letting both wash over and relax him.


Sometime later he heard the soft steps racing up the stairs behind him, so he wasn't surprised when a hand landed on the small of his back. He was surprised when they leaned next to him instead of tellin him the break was over.
"What are you watching?"
Viggo - he was a little more than surprised.
"Backs of my eyelids."
He could feel the man shift forward to see if his eyes were indeed closed.
"All right, what are you thinking about all alone up here?"
"Lots of things, nothing, enjoying the view, you know."
"Your eyelids?" He sounded amused
"They haven't been closed the whole time human."
"Mmhmm, so what was your last thought..*before* I came into the picture." He wisely added.
Orlando smiled. "Actually, I was wondering if the shoot would be wrapped by my next birthday." Head swiveled slightly to find Vig facing him in his lean on the wall-a strange look on his face. He closed his eyes back. Vig also looked sad..he didn't want to see that.
He even sounded sad. "Pete said we should finish by December so..I guess it's a definite possibility. Does that make you happy..or sad?"

Shrug.
"Neither..was just wondering." He couldn't put a finger on the cause, but the silence that fell, felt a little uncomfortable.
When a finger slipped under the fold in his tunic to draw a lazy-very warm-circle, his body tensed. 'Okay, now what was he was up to?' He decided to ignore it.
"So..uh, they almost ready to start?"
The circling halted-then widened.
"One of the generators is gone. If they can't fly in a new one fast enough they'll surely cancel." He leaned ever so slightly closer. "Just resume the night shoot probably Orl Orlando had the craziest notion that Vig was trying to caress some sort of message into him when the pattern changed. After minutes of silence and growing more agitated with each one he avoided asking the obvious, but had to say something.
"What are you thinking about Vig?" Fingers stilled their motion momentarily, then moved down to stroke his palm over the gentle swell of one butt cheek.
"I was wondering what it would feel like to bed an Elf."
A wave of shock mixed with desire jolted through him so quick his knees gave..just a little. He was sure he'd have fallen over had he not been leaning on the wall. '*What* in the bloody hell was Vig doin? Okay, breath, stay calm, he's just bored and intent on playing this game-*again*.' Knowing his face was still flushed he kept his eyes focused on the mountain.

"So what did Liv say when you asked, or haven't you asked yet?"
Viggo gave a low satisfied chuckle. "Not really the elf I had in mind."
Orli scanned the crowd below, finding it was getting harder to ignore the hand palming his arse, he turned a faint surprised expression to him. "Craig?" He looked back down sending a silent apology. "Don't think he's bi Vig, least not that I've heard."
"Mmm.." His hand switched cheeks grazing dangerously close to his opening, "W aga again."
Breath hitched, eyes snapped shut as another wave hit him. Okay this was so, an unfair advantage. He knew his cheeks were probably crimson by now but he didn't care. His hips swung out of Viggo's clutches to lean as he was, facing him. Viggo seemed unaffected by the move-the mischievous smirk curling his lips unfaltering.
Deciding he wanted to know just how far Vig was willing to take this little nerve provoking game, "Do tell then Vi...uh, my Lord...which elf is it?"

'Was that a challenge?' Viggo could hardly believe it. Steely eyes lit with unashamed lust, and a smile of anticipation traveled so painfully slow over the long lean frame, by the time their eyes met again Orlando's entire body felt heated.
"This elf is reputed to be one of Mirkwood's finest archers..a Prince even."
He leaned in an almost conspiratorial manner, dropping Aragorn's thickened accent a notch lower.
Unable to even tear his eyes away, Orlando found himself leaning unwillingly closer to hear.
"I desire this elf...like I have no other being before him. I would have him come to my bed..open and willing for me to take my pleasure in-then surrender myself to watch his beauty..as he took his..in me."

"Uh..." Was the only response he received in a little gush of air and Viggo let a devilish smile tug at one side of his lips.

Orlando was proud he was still standing and not drooling. Shit! No one had ever been able to make him this achingly hard by mere words-in mere seconds. He let his eyes close giving his head a quick shake to clear it. No need for pretense here, Vig knew he'd messed him up.

When he thought the young man coherent enough to reply he asked, "Is that something that might interest you...Prince?" He held his gaze, unflinching, not at all sure of the answer he might receive. He only knew he'd waited long enough, and if he didn't do something-very soon-he was probably going to end up attacking Orli in his sleep!

Well, Vig had certainly taken *this* aspect of the game to another level...If nothing else-maybe he could get some answers.
"Why would *this* elf, want to show someone pleasure, who has ignored his physical existence for weeks now?"
He waited while that methodical mind searched for reason behind the question. Funny, his eyes lit just like Lij's when he found it.

"You didn't really think....? God Orli, I was hoping by the absence of such physical advances, you'd come to realize that you mean more to me than just the bodies pleasures. But you must know..you *should* have known- that I wanted you in my arms at night..*every night*, even if it was only to hold you. And that offer will always hold as well."

Orlando hid behind his eyelids at that intense admission. No elf, just him, spoken with all of Viggo's passion. He wanted *him* not just sex. Game over!
It scared the shit out him and made him wonder at the heights of physical pleasure and happiness they might reach together, all in one long drawn breath. He fought between that overwhelming need to run and the inevitability of his surrender. He couldn't tell Vig the same, not when he wasn't sure, but..

Those soulful dark eyes he would love to get lost in opened finally, betraying nothing, searching his own in turn.

"I think lying in your arms would be something I'd like to experience Vig," He could see pain and ecstasy mix side by side in blue eyes.
"While I watch you *lose* yourself in me." He wanted to laugh at corny role play, instead he smiled, a slow, decidedly wicked smile as Vig's eyes widened to near comical proportions.
"Soon." He whispered, letting fingers graze a rapidly swelling erection as he brushed past to leave.

Viggo's' heart hammered double time, his gut clenching painfully with desire. Grabbing at the wall for support, he prayed for rain.

~*~*~*~*~*

A rain that came only from machines.
He sipped at his coffee while the next shot was prepared, eyes carefully scanning for a certain blonde amidst the hoards. He spotted the red cape, then, next to it, yeah there he was. He smiled round the rim of his cup, gaze firmly glued to his elf. That Orlando could even think he'd stopped wanting him..he laughed inside, he would show him later this morning just *how much*.
Jubilant laughter rang clear, drawing him from thought. He smiled, watched the others around Orli, enthralled, smiling. He was infectious, his lust for life reverberating through everything he did. He wondered how many of the surrounding crowd would jump his bones given half the chance-and consequently-how many he would have to behead with his sword for trying.
You couldn't help being attracted to this one kne knew it was something more for him, but for Orlando...? He seemed so anxious over someone finding out about them, that it was hard to discern any emotion in the young man, just the lust, becoming more and more evident in the lingering looks as the day wore on.

He caught the predatory look as he approached Viggo, nodded his thanks to the offered cup and leaned beside him on the wall.
"You need to stop staring at me...especially like that." He whispered into the cup.

"Can't! Why? And like what exactly?"

"That innocent smile won't work Vig. Try for control, you look like your gonna jump me right here. Even a moron would know what your thinking and I...your making it damn hard to concentrate!"

He muffled his laugh in the cup looking sideways at the stern elf he was *trying* to portray.
"It's..a little hard when you keep looking at me the same way, but..sorry, your right, I'll... "

"I'm not *looking* like I wanna eat you alive on sight Vig..and I don't believe for an instant your sorry!"

His head turned slowly, the smile getting harder to control, leaning close enough to whisper into the pointed ear. "We could go back up to your favorite haunt and see if we can um..lick our problem away."
The empty styrofoam crushed under his grip as he watched Viggo draw back licking his lips.

"Fucking stop that Vig!" He admonished in a low growl, forcing his own smile away. He didn't need to look back to know Viggo's shoulders shook under restrained laughter. 'Great! Now I'm gonna have the image of those lips...that tongue..around my..' He paused by the tent, disposing of the mangled cup, rubbing absently at his forehead to force the image away. He had been taunting him since they left the tower and Orlando knew he was close to snapping-they both were.
rlanrlando..stop that! I'm going to be reapplying makeup to you all night if you don't stop that confounded rubbing! This is the third time already and we've still four hours til dawn!" Stacy scolded. He shot Viggo an accusing scowl, causing the damn to burst. The man laughing loud enough to raise brows. Even Stacy looked mildly ad. \d. "What's up with Viggo?"
"Besides the obvious mental instabilities? he shrugged, Haven't a clue."
Shooting Vig his own satisfied little sm he he followed Stacy away.

~*~*~*~*~*

She made it to the bottom step before Orlando called to her, "Yes hon, what is it?"
"This demented strap! Could you be a luv and help me before you go?"
A hand halted her ascent and she turned to a smiling Viggo. "They're still going to be fifteen to twenty before we start, go do what you were going to. I'll help the prissy elf."
"Thanks Viggo, they're running me ragged tonight."
"Not a problem, I assure you."

Orlando's arm twisted behind his back in an awkward position, grasping for the strap. "Damn thing won't stop twisting on me. " He explained at the sound of the door closing. Viggo smoothed the strap between two fingers, following its length under his arm, around to his chest. Orlandok thk the strap, fastening it without noticing. "Thanks luv, thing grew a mind of it's...what the hell do you think your doing?" Eyes wide, he took a step back.
"Helping you."
"I mean, in here?"
"Retrieving my glove, I left it earlier." He dangled it for proof before slipping it on. "And this *is* my trailer too."
"I..yeah..sorry."

"Mental images getting to you?" He turned his head sideways to watch already flushed cheeks deepen a shade, something of a cautious glare hovering in the elven blues. He continued adjusting the tight leather to fit his hand. "I know what you mean," he said casually, his smirk clearly stating it was no casual reply, "The thought of your tongue running slowly from base to head isn't helping my sanity much either."

Eyes closed tight, shutting out the sight of the gorgeous man before him. Head shaking in tiny little no's as he fought the urge to lunge and do just that. To free strong lean thighs encased in tight leggings, pull warm skin next to his. He opened hies ies in time to see Viggo step forward, raising a palm to the mans chest he tried to hold ground. "You are a wicked, wicked man Vig. Vig..stop it. You are not going to touch me..not now...not here! I'll let Stacy know who to thank for mussing the job she's just finished!"
He kept forwarding til Orlando's legs hit the table's edge, holding the young mans gaze. His hand covered the one on his chest, thumb circling to rub gently at the wrist. "Wwillwill you tell her Orlando?" He lifted the hand to his lips. Tongue dipping out to taste before a soft kiss was placed, lips dragging over skin to the next kiss. "Will you tell her how I seduced you?" His tongue traced the line of flesh up between two fingers and down the next ones before teasing his palm and planting another kiss there. He felt the light tremor and smiled. "Will you then tell her how you succumbed to your desires..on a table of the very trailer she works in?"

Orlando's shoulders shrugged over a hmmpf of air, eyes rolling as he pretended this wasn't affecting him.
"We're gonna be late Vig!"
"No...It'll be at least another ten before they call." His tongue dipped under the cuff to tease the sensitive wrist.
"Would you like to see what I can accomplish in ten minutes?" He clamped thumb and forefinger round the slender wrist, pulling it down to rest against his thigh so he could lean in close to the others neck, feel the warmth of aroused skin near his lips. Orlando's breath caught, head leaning uncontrollably to one side allowing access.
His hand covered Orlando's other on the table for support, leaning until their chests pressed together, lips delicately pulling at the ear lobe before whispering into it.
"All day thoughts of you have been tormenting me. My mind...my body. I don't know if I can wait a few more hours before I can touch you...taste you."
"I said..soon Vig, he got out over quickening breath, I never said..this day." He gasped softly when Viggo's tongue tickled his ear, knowing all the while he could wait no longer. The hand braced at Vig's hip moved, gripping the firm roundness of his rear to pull their hips together, proving his words false. Viggo lifted his head, needing to see the young mans eyes, to know he wasn't alone. Even the false covering of blue couldn't conceal the desire within.

His hand slid from beneath Viggo's to undo the two top clasps, pulling the shirt to one side in invitation. "You don't need..to wait to taste Vig."
He nearly attacked the bared flesh, marking territory as his arms sought for a place among the weapons at his back to pull him closer.
Orli's hand slipped between them, palming the hardness straining against Vig's tight pants. "Ah..easy luv, he soothed when Viggo bit the tender flesh, you want me to touch you don't you?" He whispered.
Lips smiled against skin, a hand flew to release ties. Orlando took advantage of the lapse in concentration to turn Viggo's back to the wall beside them, pressing a finger to tha that would have sought his. "No luv, not this time..makeup." Long fingers enclosed his heated shaft, smiling when Viggo shuddered against him. The feel of his soon to be lover in his hand *dizzying*!

His head fell back, weak against the wall. Mesmerized by the hand stroking him and the fire that burned so instantly between them. His hand was guided between them. "Help me luv. I want to feel you." That soft accent deepened by arousal, skated across his senses, heightening his desire. His hand closed around Orlando's, realizing for the first time that *both* their cocks were joined in that grip. It tore a moan from deep inside him. Eyes half lidded watched the fire turn contacts indigo.
Wave after wave of repressed desire let loose, hands joined in eager pursuit of completion. He didn't even try to hold back, the intensity of an unsatisfied
passion, too long denied, ripped through him, relentless in it's search for fulfillment. Lips soft and warm against his ear, murmuring lustful promises to come, triggered the final release, spilling forth in a rapid, blinding climax. Lips covered his-somewhere in the haze he knew it was to cover the moans
as he came with a violence that shook him. Knees weakening, Orlando's forearm pushed him back, held him up. He knew his weaponry was suffering, couldn't bring himself to care. His numb mind could barely accept this was happening, let alone make out the words being said as hands moved to help refasten clothing.
Slowly the fog lifted to find Orlando leaning towards the mirror.
He moved behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror before leaning to place a kiss under the blonde ponytail.
Orli finished the small touchup before turning into the waiting embrace. Viggo's hands clasped beneath the quiver, Orlando's around his neck. Their gaze held it's intensity, satiation far from reached. "I wish I could kiss you."
Orlando nodded. "Later." He promised, even as he felt himself drawing in to do just that.
The loud rap broke them apart. "Set call!"
Viggo opened the door, assuring they were coming.
He hooked Orlando's chin, lips barley a breath of contact. "That'll have to do..for now."
They left together, smiled at the same time, the exact glow in each pair of blue eyes.
At the sets edge they parted, unbeknownst to them both, with the same thought in mind, but for different reasons.

'I am in so much trouble!'


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