Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 8

"Your friends are with you Viggo!" "Let's hope they last the night!" Pat on shoulder. Good. Elves snickering, not good. "Cut!"
"Orlando!"
"Yes?" He squinted into the glaring light trying to see who addressed him.
"Although I'm sure Viggo is happy to know *that*--I'm just as sure the audience will prefer to know that *Aragorn's* friends are with him."
"I..um..did I, oh bloody hell, whose gonna notice one more name? Really!" His head started to drop in embarrassment to his hand when the extras laughed harder, then just as quickly shot back up, eyes guiltily darting in search of Stacy. Scowling when they found Viggo instead. Of course he only laughed harder.
"Don't know what your laughin at ya tosser! You didn't even notice!"
"Of course I did." He moved back beside Orlando to peer over the wall. "But, I figured if no one else did, they could just dub it later."
Orlando crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue in response.
Viggo's smile left little doubt to what fueled his thoughts when he watched Orli's tongue retreat. "Not here." He whispered, moving back to his mark.
Orlando just shook his head. 'This has got to be one of the longest days of my life!'

He made his way through the throng of actors, destination, coffee.
"Mmmm..." He smiled, closing his eyes, the aroma itself enough to give him a small boost.
"Careful lad, it's fresh and scalding!"
He opened his eyes to find Bernard handing him a napkin.
"S'okay, only an hour left this night..er..morning. Anyway, I've no lines in this shot. Just need to stand and play pretty for the cameras, so a burnt mouth won't matter, just need it. I'm exhausted!" He gulped at the hot brew, only wincing slightly. Bernard's eyes went wide, head shaking a little in disbelief.
"How much time ya figure we have left Bernie? I need a john and I'm not waitin in line at one of those porta-things."
Bernard laughed, nodding in agreement. "I think you've got time to make it into the wild or back to your trailer. Most of the guys go through the escape door and shower the ravine."
"Yeah, I'll um, make sure to go the other way then." He smiled at Bernard's amusement to his obvious disgust.
Going all the way out of the quarry to his trailer was not an option, instead he made his way across the makeshift courtyard, opposite the direction of the 'showered wall,' to a rather large crevice he knew existed there. Slipping behind the jutted rock he made his way clear to the back. Not until he was doing up the leggings did he get the feeling he wasn't alone.
"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you." He could barely make out the others face in this darkness even from only three feet away.
"I was looking for a little privacy in this mad house to...relieve myself."
"Relieve yourself?"
"Coffee and water Vig. You really should remove your mind from the gutter once in a while. What were you doin, followin me?"
"Trying to get to you before Stacy did this time." He could just see a small flash of white to let him know Orli smiled.
"And for what reason was this little sta.." he couldn't finish the question with Viggo's mouth crashing into his, sending them stumbling the few steps back to the quarry wall. His lips moved urgently, tongue seeking his own with a frenzy that made Orlando clutch desperately at his back. Fingers raked up his thighs, sliding under the swell of his ass to pull him firmly into Viggo's waiting erection. Orlando's body erupted with a flare of heat that consumed.
His cock swelling quickly to fullness. The onslaught threatening to steal all composure, shred any futile hope of resistance. When it did, his body melded to Viggo's. And Viggo felt it, 'acceptance,' a melding of more than just bodies, igniting in him the hottest, most sensual need he'd experienced to date. His heart kicked into overdrive, tongue delving roughly further, savoring the sweet taste of coffee and Orlando, wanting it all.
Orlando broke the kiss, striving for air. "Jesus Vig," he whispered, voice quivering, visibly shaken.
Viggo kept his body pinned to the wall with his own, still shaken himself by what he'd felt pass between them. Searching Orlando's eyes for evidence he'd felt it too. The slight confusion he found gave him hope. A spark ignited but unrealized for it's true meaning? He could wait-would wait-he knew, for as long as it took.
"We should get back Vig." He looked into intense eyes studying him, saw it coming before it happened. The lips that covered his were far gentler this time, but no less passionate. Arms wrapped round him, pulling him off the wall to run soothing hands over scraped skin. "Sorry..you seem to have this effect on me. You should come with a temporary insanity warning." Nuzzling his neck, he felt the light chuckle. "And what kind of warning label should you come with Vig?" He drew him into one last kiss, one more press of bodies before starting back.
Viggo stayed close by his side, keeping his voice hushed. The devious smile, a lean of the head made it look like they were sharing a dirty joke.
I usually give my own warnings verbally..want to hear it?"
Orli gave a soft snort of amusement, "Do I have a choice?"
Viggo's head shook a definite, No!
"Be prepared Orlando, this is the only warning you'll get. Because once we're alone, I'm going to kiss every delectable inch of you. Let my lips slide over every subtle curve of your naked flesh until I am lost in the taste of you. Until I can hear nothing but your sighs and moans..the urgent beating of your heart. Can feel only the power and heat of our passion as you take me into your arms, giving yourself to me..yearning to be possessed entirely as I fill you to the core, coming undone on the divine drunkenness of flesh meeting flesh until the world fades around us."
"I uh..I'm a..whooa shit!"
Viggo chuckled his amusement, "That's the poetic version, want to hear it in plain english?"
"Not if you still want me standing for the next shot and not looking like some sex starved nut!"
"Let me just say it this way then. I hope your not too tired, cause you *won't* be sleeping much!"
His tone went into a low demanding growl and Orlando gulped, feeling devoured without even being touched. He smiled weakly as Vig walked away. He *had* been exhausted, now his nerves hummed to life. Vig's taunt, his *claim* had been very effective. He was scarcely able to think beyond the movement of Viggo's hips, imagining what it would feel like to have that satiny steel pushing into him over and over. His breathing grew shallow from thought alone. A jolt of pleasure shot through him making him gasp aloud, then scan quickly around to see if it was noticed. He really had always thought the phrase a little lackluster in performance and imagination but, 'Oh my God!'

~*~*~*~*~*

He wiped his hands nervously on his thighs before reaching for the door. Didn't know why he was nervous. They'd been working on different ends of the set and the whole time he was getting de-elfed Vig hadn't showed. So there was no way he was in their trailer. Anticipation was driving him mad he realized, maybe a shower would help.

Viggo was trying very hard to be pleasant as Stacy chatted away, removing things with her usual patience. But it had been over an hour already since they'd wrapped. Andrew's casual 'Can I get your opinion on something' turned into a full blown discussion. He'd actually had to start faking yawns to get out of there. His fingers drummed unknowingly on his thigh, thinking about, what Orli must be thinking. Did he go to his own bed-upset? Was he waiting..or maybe fell asleep in his bed? A hand laid over his jerking him back to present.
"We're all finished Viggo. You should get some sleep hon, you really look drained."
'Not yet, he thought, but hopefully soon!' "Yeah, I am a bit." He bid her goodnight as they parted in opposite directions outside the trailer. As soon as she rounded the corner, he took off at a dead run.

"Stacy!" Craig called before she could enter her trailer. "Seen Viggo? He forgot these, he said waving some papers, Andrew said he needed them."
"I finished him maybe ten minutes ago, she shrugged, if you hurry you might catch him still up. But be quiet when you go in, she ordered like a mother hen, I finished Orlando over an hour ago and he's sure to be asleep."
"Yeah, I'll just leav'em on the counter if their knocked out, Viggo never locks the door...and yeeess, I'll be quiet," he promised before she could remind.

It was black from the outside when he arrived so he tried the door without knocking, 'Yup unlocked!' He stole in, blinking to adjust his eyes in the near darkness. A soft glow shone faintly from the partially open bathroom door, allowing enough light to make out the kitchenette's counter. He was so intent on being quiet, the soft rhythmic creakings threw him for a moment, then his eyes shot to Orlando's bed. Or rather, where the bed should have been made up, but he wasn't there. Sleeping somewhere else he guessed, knowing those creaking sounds for what they were. 'Jesus christ! Vig had someone in there!' He wanted to laugh, he needed to leave, but like a train wreck he couldn't help but look towards the sounds. The soft glow of light, added to the predawns diffused glow through a curtain not yet closed, revealed a sight that quite literally stole his breath.

On his knees, one hand stretched out before him, gripping the built-in shelving above the bed. His slender toned body, bent slightly forward from the waist, faintly shone from exertion in the almost nonexistent light. His form was sleek and well defined, yet young and supple next to the body behind him. Viggo showed his years only in the well sculpted, hard cut of muscles that had been honed to perfection over years of care. He could see the definition shadowing thigh muscles in the soft light every time his hips pushed, slowly gliding himself in and out of the man before him. One arm around his waist, the other up across his chest, clamped to a shoulder. His lips were doing nothing less than worshipping the soft looking skin over Orlando's shoulder and neck. He couldn't see the younger mans face with his head thrown back on Viggo's shoulder, but every time Viggo's hips met the curve of his ass, his soft gasp of pleasure sounded no less than heavenly. From knees to torsos they fit as perfect as if they were made for each other. Moving in a slow motion concert of pleasure, each thrust seeming timed to the music of their moans. Moans that were growing in frequency and volume he realized, trying to draw in a silent breath. When Viggo's hand dropped down to stroke the proud jutting erection of his lover, Craig thought he might pass out. The only thing that kept his muffled squeak from being heard was Orlando's rather loud cry of pleasurable praise. It was the most painfully erotic sight he'd ever witnessed as hips and hand sped their motion, Viggo's free hand turning Orlando's head to capture his lips as moans intensified. The muffled moans were worse, allowing the soft slap of skin meeting skin to reach his ears. His hand went out blindly at his side to drop the papers and slowly backed out, amazed he reached the door without falling as weak as his knees were. He wasn't into guys, but if anything could make him want it..that had been it. When feet hit dirt you'd have thought the devil was on his heels.
Every nerve ending in his body was on fire as Viggo filled him again and again. Sparks of sensations running madly through him, heading straight for his groin. Viggo's hand tightened around his throbbing cock, each erratic thrust pushing him in and out. Each swirl of a tongue against his sending more and more jolts until he arched in Viggo's grasp, moaning his name into lips that wouldn't release, his cock pulsing hard it's relief.
He let his lovers weakened body fall forward, opening himself completely to Viggo's last pounding thrusts as the rush raged through his tensing body, crashing in his brain. He fell over the long back, shuddering, his hips still pumping slightly forward, riding out the overwhelming orgasm.

When he returned from the bathroom Orlando was just as he left. He cleaned him with soft gentle motions, wanting to let him rest for round two. So when he climbed in the bed and was immediately grabbed, he jumped.
Orlando snickered.
"You coulda said something." He mumbled against attacking lips.
"Coulda, shoulda, woulda, he mumbled back, just kiss me Vig."
Soft lips enveloped his, with a contented sigh he was pulled into an all encompassing embrace. The reverent kisses were deep and lingering, short and teasing, while learning the feel of one another's bodies amidst tender caresses.
Through their gentle perusal that subtle fire slowly heated, satiation giving way to unhurried arousal. "I never thought it would feel like this." He whispered, pushing Viggo onto his back to play out his fantasy. 'Now where was that first nip to go? Oh yeah, right (Viggo moaned and twitched beneath him) there!'
"Something wrong luv?" He asked innocently, peppering that soft little dip, just under where collarbone met shoulder with light teasing kisses. He raised up on hands, stretching his entire length to match Viggo's, hovering just out of contact. He graced him with one of those smiles he seemed to like before asking, "I know what you said you were gonna do to me, he started lowering a hair with every few words, but you wouldn't mind terribly much if I indulged in a little fantasy I've been having for weeks now...would you?" He was low enough by then to feel Viggo's cock jump to attention. He lowered his hips to drag his own hard-on against Viggo's length. Eyes and smile full of wicked promises.
Viggo's eyes closed, head pressing back into the pillow, an 'Ohh..hell no..do what you want," rasping out. Orlando having a fantasy about him-just fulfilled one of his own. And how the young man seemed to know right where to touch to make him squirm in pleasure-he wasn't about to question. Just closed his eyes and enjoyed the unhurried pleasure. Fingers and lips alternately moving over him-ghost light-firmly pressing-til he sank heavily into that pleasure zone, where everything intensified to the feel of touch alone. Warm moist breath was lingering still on that sensitive join of leg and pelvis while hot lips moved down further. A tip of tongue tracing a half-moon beneath his tightening sac before flatting out to taste, pulling the soft skin gently between lips to tease. He wanted to tell him to hurry, and to never stop, but all he could do was draw in those short shallow breaths that sounded like he was dying of pleasure.
Orlando gave no sign of noticing the mans dilemma as he continued to tease his way up to base of a throbbing cock, half-mooning the join there also before sucking on the hardened flesh with a firm pull. When hips raised for more contact he shoved splayed fingers beneath the raised ass, kneading the tightened muscles with soothing gentle motions. His lips made their way down again with Viggo moaning his frustration, then bucking onto Orlando's tongue as it entered his previously relaxed body with a loud groan of pleasure. He felt lips smile against him, causing the tongue to slip out and his brow furrowed, raising hips again in a silent plea for more.
When the hot wet muscle entered him fully it swamped already thrumming nerves. His legs spread further, hips joining in a gentle rocking motion to the pace Orlando set until every nerve ending in his body focussed on that point of contact, spiraling up through his groin to make his cock pulse and ache to be touched. When his hand moved to do just that Orlando's pleasuring torture stopped. He raised to his knees between his lovers thighs, watching him stroke himself, his body lightly squirming with anticipation as he watched Orlando ready himself. Braced on one arm he leaned over Viggo, kissing him thoroughly as two lubed fingers slid inside to moisten his lovers passage. "So warm and eager for me luv." He murmmered against lips that broke the kiss on a moan. Viggo could barely nod. Instead hands gripped the fleshy rear and pulled, forcing Orlando's nudging cock home in one long stroke that melted his mind.
"Jeeeze...," his back arched, head thrown back as the hot tight channel enveloped him with a rush that threatened his composure. He looked back down, stilling his hips against Viggo in a fight for sanity to find the man smiling. A feral smile curled his own lips as he pulled all the way out in a maddenly slow pace and re-entered the same, sinking to the hilt, replacing Viggo's smile with a long drawn out moan as he did it again. He left no time for recuperation, setting a deep unhurried pace of gliding flesh. So warm, so perfectly closing around him as each pleasurable jolt, spasmed throughout the body he was pleasuring. Clenching tighter after every few thrusts, the silky inner walls heating, pulling him deeper, tilting his world to a blur of feeling and sounds. He could hear Viggo's hand quicken to match his ever heightening pace, their shallow pants for asr as that overwhelming feeling of orgasm rose within them. His lovers indiscernible pleas the foretelling and his body tensed, Viggo's bucked, then clamped around his rigid flesh.
His breath caught on the impending release, Orlando's hips locked momentarily to him, then he felt the impaling shaft pulsing it's release in a few final pumps as his own seemed to be torn from him with a ripping force that left him numb and shaking. He cradled the limp body that fell onto him, stroking the silky dampened flesh while his body and mind came down from that incredible high his lover had sent them on.

When Orlando came back to bed he pulled the more slender, satiated form easily to him, pressing them firmly together as he sought out soft pliable lips. The hand that finished it's trek down Orli's back slid up to grip the hip, pulling tighter as he deepened the kiss. Arousal unbelievably quickening his blood flow again. When Orlando's cooled skin started to warm against him he pulled back, eyeing the young man with an intensity that left him trembling. "We're having a fire drill tomorrow." He said simply, going for another kiss. But Orli's head arched back in confusion, sure he missed something, "What? A drill...huh?"
He smiled and pulled those now swollen lips back to him, tasting them between words. "We are going to set fire to your mattress..then see how fwe cwe can get it out of here." Smiling into the interspersing kisses, liking the path Viggo's mind had taken, he played along. "Why would we wanna..mmm...do that?" He let his head fall back so Viggo would have better access to his neck. But Viggo rolled over, pinning him beneath and his eyes snapped open, slightly in shock. The steely blues he looked into held no trace of teasing as he spoke.
"It feels too good having you here baby, he kissed him softly, don't want yo, to, the kiss deepened a little, sleep anywhere but in my arms, the kiss claimed him, searing a reawakening of desire throughout his worn body.
"But when will I sleep?" He teased lightly when his lips were finally released. Something about the seriousness in Vig's undertone unnerved him a little. Other more serious thoughts started surfacing, but the one that clamored the loudest was 'Did Viggo *expect* him in his bed when they returned home? And how now after all this, was he going to tell him it wouldn't be happening?
But Viggo, as always, seeming to sense his unease teased back, "Your a g mag man, his hips moved suggestively against him, are you telling me you can't keep up?"
"I have to sit a horse tomorrow, you want me squirming in the saddle?"
His eyes darkened, a ripple of lust running through him as he remembered just how relaxed and ready Orlando had been for him. "You won't." He promised with a knowing smile, feeling the young man already hardening beneath him.
"And if you suffer even the slightest discomfort, his tone dropped to that needy growl that had incinerated Orlando's control earlier, I assure you..it will be well worth it."
He took Viggo by surprise locking his legs swiftly around his waist with his own shameless grin and rasping lilt, "Get on with it then..old man."


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