Crossed Wires

From the Viggorously August Challenge: Set during the filming of
LOTR. Viggo and Orlando are in the beginning stages of their romance.
This is Viggo's first relationship with another man. When
Miranda Otto joins the cast she instantly goes on the aggressive,
flirting outrageously and making her desire for Viggo clear. Orlando
becomes jealous and feels threatened.

Crossed Wires

I look down into my glass, frowning. There they are, Viggo and
Miranda, dancing close despite this not eveingeing a slow song. I
just can't stand watching them anymore, drinking, dancing…flirting.
It's too utterly confusing.

I can't believe it was only a week ago that I was in Miranda's
position. I had thought all my dreams were finally coming true.
Viggo had been driving me crazy for god knows how long with his
almost flirting and our slightly risqué banter. We got on like a
house on fire from the moment we met and, on my side at least, there
had been an instant recognition of this being someone I would want to
share my life with. Yet, up to last week, Viggo had shown almost no
indication that he wanted to take our flirting any further.

Then, came that fateful night right here at this club we are now both
standing in. For once, I was not completely off my face, though I
certainly wasn't sober. Viggo, however, was horribly drunk. I
finally realised just how far gone he was as our banter got more and
more outrageous, bordering not so much on innuendo but direct
invitation. Perhaps, if I'd been a bit more sober…or a bit more
drunk, nothing would have happened and we could have carried on as we
were. Anything would be better than the silent treatment I was
experiencing now.

Anyway, that night, we stumbled out of the club together laughing
hysterically at something that seemed very funny at the time (though
god knows what it was). For some reason we decided to walk home.
Viggo only lives a couple of streets away from me so, of course, we
were walking the same way. I have no idea how long it took to get
back to my house. With the way we were weaving all over the place,
we probably walked twice as far than if we'd walked in a straight
line.

So, eventually we made it to my door. Viggo was holding onto me for
balance. It was then I made the decision I would live to regret.

'Do you want to stay?' I had asked in the most neutral tone I could
manage with my heart racing. I left it up to Viggo exactly how he
was going to take my invitation.

His blue, slightly glazed eyes had come up to meet mine. There was a
long pause as he seemed to contemplate my question. 'Okay,' he said
finally.

I had let out the breath I hadn't even realised I was
holding. 'Well, you'd better come in then,' I had said, perhaps a
shade too heartily as his brow furrowed in usiousion at my tone.

I'd fumbled for my door key, eventually getting it in the lock. I
had stood aside and gestured for Viggo to enter. He'd brushed past
me rather shakily and I had to put out a steadying hand. Despite the
fact we had been holding onto each other for most of the walk home,
this touch ignited a fire inside me…inside both of us. Before I knew
what I was doing, I had slammed the door shut and had Viggo pressed
up against it, our lips meeting in an explosion of lust and desire.
I had been instantly hard, and judging by the bulge in Viggo's jeans,
I wasn't the only one. I had never, despite the large number of both
sexes I had bedded, felt this *urgency* before. I desperately wanted
to be inside him and I was in no mood to be diointointed.

We'd broken apart as we both ran out of air. Viggo's eyes were
nearly black with arousal. 'Bedroom,' I said. Slowly he nodded. I
pulled on his hand, practically dragging him upstairs. Onc wer were
in my room, I'd started immediately taking off his clothes. He was a
bit slow to reciprocate which I put down to the amount of alcohol he
has consumed. Soon, we had both been naked and I'd pushed him down
on the bed, quickly joining him. We had passionately kissed for a
few minutes.

'I want to be inside you,' I'd whispered urgently. 'Is that okay?'

The look he'd given me was inscrutable. When I look back it seemed
as if he was relieved that I was taking the lead. 'That's fine,' he
had whispered.

Relieved, I had wasted no time in preparing him. In my throbbing
need, I probably didn't prepare him as thoroughly as I would if I was
thinking straight (i.e. not with my cock). He'd laid there, letting
me do whatever I wanted. I had never seen Viggo so passive before,
and frankly, it was one hell of a turn on.

Ripping the condom wrapper open, I'd quickly fitted it over my
impossibly hard cock. A quick squirt of lube and then I had been
sinking into Viggo's tight heat. And god was he tight! I hadn't
lasted long. Whether it was due to the alcohol or the fact I had
finally got the one I wanted, I'm not sure. As soon as I'd realised
how quickly it was going to be over, I had wrapped my hand around
Viggo's cock, slightly surprised to find he was only half hard. I
soon resolved that problem and had him moaning and gasping under me.
When I came, I came harder than I thought possible and Viggo followed
me just a second later. Tired and satiated, I'd rolled off, disposed
of the condom in the wastebasket next to my bed and instantly fallen
asleep, feeling more content than I'd thought possible.

I had woken up the next morning with a smile on my face, instantly
remembering the night before. It wasn't until I'd rolled onto my
side to embrace my new lover that I realised I was alone. I had
desperately hoped he had just gone to the bathroom or something but
my house was small and I could tell there was no one else in it. I'd
searched the house for any sign…a n The There had been nothing. It
was like Viggo had never been there.

It was two days before I saw him again. I had decided against
calling to see what was going on. I told myself that I wanted to
give him a little space. Really though, it was because I was
terrified he was going to tell me he regretted it. So, anyway, the
next time I did see he he was sitting down next to Miranda with his
arm around her. They were both laughing and had their heads close
together. I swear, I had never *been* so jealous.

Miranda had turned up a couple of weeks ago and immediately made a
beeline for Viggo. Back then, I had actually felt quite sorry for
her. Viggo had been very patient with her, but had never responded
beyond a smile and I was sure he preferred me to her. Ha! I would
laugh now if I didn't feel like crying… Since then, they had been
inseparable and Viggo had hy evy even spoken to me outside of
filming. It seemed like he could barely even bring himself to look
at me. It was tearing my heart in two. I had no idea what I had
done wrong. I thought we had spent an amazing night together -
something we had been leading up to for a long time - Viggo, though,
seemed to see things differently. I just wish he would speak to me,
tell me *why* he didn't want me any more.

I could have stood it a bit more if Miranda had been a bit more
gracious in her victory. I guess she had worked out how I felt about
Viggo – not surprising really as I'm not good at hiding my feelings –
and whenever I was near she'd immediately start touching him. I
know, I know, you think I'm imagining it. But you didn't see the sly
little glances she keeps on giving me and the smug little smiles
every time she tucks her arm into Viggo's. Bitch!

I blindly put down my glass on the nearest table. I can't stand to
be here anymore. Viggo has disappeared, but Miranda is still
standing there, obviously waiting for his return. I just know that
any moment Viggo is going to walk out of here with that women and my
heart is going to shatter into tiny pieces. Therefore, I decide, if
I walk out now, I won't see it happen and perhaps I can con myself
into believing it *didn't* happen.

I'm so set on getting of here, that I don't even see him until I walk
straight into him.

`Sorry,' I say, looking up. I freeze when I see just *who* I've
walked into. `Um, hi Viggo,' I say weakly.

He frowns at me and makes as if to turn away. However, I think he
sees something in my face and hesitates.

`Are you okay? You don't look so good,' he says. Oh, now he's
acting concerned! The frustration that has been building up over the
last week suddenly come flooding out.

`Am I okay?' I ask in disbelief. `We slept together last week and
when I woke up you were gone. Since then you've totally ignored me
whilst flirting continuously with Miranda in front of me. What the
hell did I do wrong? I thought we had something. If all you wanted
was a one night stand you should have told me, not just left it like
this.'
Now, he is staring at me looking extremely taken aback and maybe even
a bit guilty. Well…good. I'm sick of being treated like this.

`I'm sorry you feel that way,' he says rather stiffly.

`Is that all you can say? You've been treating me like a leper!'
Viggo starts to look rather ufortfortable. I realise then that we
have quite people listening in with interest.

`Look, I'd rather not discuss it here. Can we go outside?'

I nod my head feeling relieved. Finally I'm going to find out what
the hell this is all about.

`Right, I'll just tell Miranda I'll be gone a few minutes…' He
disappears off into the crowd. I half expect him not to come back.
But, a couple of minutes later, he is back by my side. We walk out
of the club together in an uncomfortable silence. Just up the street
is an empty bench which we hfor.for. We sit down and I look at him
expectantly. Viggo seems to be having trouble meeting my eye.

`Well?' I prompt

`That night shouldn't have happen' he' he begins. `I was drunk…'

`So you do regret it,' I say, my heart sinking. Of *course* he
regrets it. I've been fooling myself long enough into thinking there
might be another explanation for this.

`Let me finish,' he carries on. `I was drunk and I let my feelings
for you carry me away. I thought I could do it…you know…be with a
man. That night made me realise I can't.'

My head is swimming as I try to work out just what he is
saying. `Are you telling me you were a virgin?' I ask in disbelief.
He nods his head. 'Why the hell didn't you say something?' I exclaim.

'Why didn't you ask?' he replies stubbornly.

'I-I just assumed…' I stammer before being abruptly cut off.

'That's no excuse. Hell, Orli, I could barely string two words
together that night.' His words were full of bitterness and as much
as I would like to deny it, what he was saying was true. It *was*
all my fault. I had been so caught up in my own needs that I had
barely thought about his. I thought about how briefly I had prepared
him and how roughly I had taken him. I must have really hurt him.
No ones first time should be like that. No wonder he didn't want to
be with me, didn't even want to *talk* to me.

'I'm so sorry,' I say miserably. 'You're right, I shouldn't have
taken it for granted. I just wanted you so much all onalonal thought
left my mind.'

His expression slightly softens. 'And I wanted you too,' he admits
quietly. 'But after what happened I don't think I can be with a man,
no matter how much I care about you. It was nothing like what I
expected...or hoped.'

Suddenly, despite his rejection, I find a ray of hope. 'It doesn't
have to like that,' I blurt out.

He looks at me, waiting for me to clarify what I'm saying.

'The sex,' I explain. 'It doesn't have to be like that. I mean, I
rushed it because I was so excited and a bit drunk. If I'd known
you'd never done that before I would never have treated you like
that. Give me a chance and I'll show you what *really* making love
can be like with a guy.' I hold my breath as I wait for his
reaction, he looks torn and as the seconds tick by I can feel myself
losing out. 'Please, Viggo,' I plead. 'Just give me one more
chance. If you still hate it, I promise I'll never bug you again and
I'll even give my blessing to you and Miranda.' God, I must be
desperate if I'm willing to promise that!

`Alright,' he says, his hand reaching out to touch mine. I hold onto
it for dear life. `But you've got to promise me that I can stop at
any time.'

`Of course,' I promise. I make a silent vow that I'll do everything
in my power to make his head spin so much he won't even *think* about
stopping because he'll be too busy begging me to carry on!

We catch a cab back to my place as I don't think a long walk home
would do much for either of our nerves.

Soon, we are at my door. This is starting to feel a bit too like
déjà vu. This time I'm determined it will have a better outcome…

*******
`Oh god! Yes, yes, please Orli!'

I quickly suppress a chuckle at Viggo's impassioned pleas. If I had
known what a vocal lover he normally was, I would have realised
instantly that something was wrong last week.

I had taken it so slowly this time; kissing and nibbling every part
is bis body. Introducing him to the fact that oral sex from someone
who *has* a penis, far surpasses anything a woman could do.

By the time I had carefully inched my way inside his body, he had
been more than ready. I had never let my eyes drift from his,
determined to stop at the t sit sign of discomfort. Thankfully,
there had been none and now, here we were, his hips lifting eagerly
to meet my cautious thrusts and begging me to go faster and harder.
His pleas fell on deaf ears though. I will *not* hurt him again, no
matter what he thinks he wants. No way am I letting that bitch have
him back!

`Orli, please, I'm so close!'

Viggo breaks into my concentration and I take pity on him, speeding
up my hand on his cock, though not changing the pace of my thrusts.
Suddenly, with a gasp and my name on his lips, warm liquid spills
over my hand. I can't hold on as the spasming of his internal
muscles take my cock in a vicelike grip, milking me dry.

I rest a minute, my head bowed on his chest. Slowly and gently I
withdraw from his body, disposing of the condom almost
automatically. I turn back to face Viggo to receive his verdict.
Had I done enough to persuade him? I know he had enjoyed it, but was
it enough? Could he envisage a lifetime of this? He is lying back
on the bed, eyes shut, traces of semen streaking his belly.

`Vig?' I say tentatively.

He languorously opens one eyes. `What?' he asks in a relaxed voice.

`Was it okay? I mean…' I trail off as awareness floods his face and
he opens both eyes to study me.

`Was it enough to convince me off the straight and narrow and
Miranda's welcoming arms? he asks with a touch of humour in his
voice.

I nod anxiously, failing to find anything funny in the situation.

`Orli, just now was all I hoped it would be…in fact more than I dared
dream.' His face is open and honest. His words a simple statement
of fact.

`God Vig, I love you so much,' I burst out, so relieved am I by his
words. I clamp my hand over my mouth in horror. I certainly hadn't
planned to tell him that particular item this soon! I half expect
him to be horrified by my declaration. Instead, a look of tenderness
steals over his face.

`You love me?' he asks gently.

I nod my head, hand still over my mouth. I really don't trust myself
to speak at the moment.

`I think I love you too,' he says, looking steadily at me. `That's
why I had to give you a second chance.' He brings a hand up and
gently res mes mine from my face. He places a kiss on my knuckles
before entwining our fingers together. He looks so happy and I can't
help but smile back at his warmth. I shift over on the bed until,
with a contented sigh, my head lies on his shoulder. I fall asleep,
our hands still joined.

*******

When I wake up, the sun is flooding into the bedroom where I failed
to draw the curtains the previous night and I am cocooned in the
warmth of Viggo's arms. My heart jumps. He's still here! Even
after all we had said last night, there was still a part of me that
feared I would wake up alone again.

`Good morning,' I whisper, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek.
His eyelids flutter open and he smiles lazily at me, his blue eyes
twinkling.

`It certainly is,' he says. `A *good* morning, that is.'

I start to place butterfly kisses all over his face. That is, until
I see the time on my alarm clock.

`Oh hell,' I say annoyed. `It's nearly ten.' Yes, it is the
weekend. Unfortunately, Viggo and I have weapons training in just
over an hour. We've got some big fight scenes coming up next week
and Peter wants us to go through the moves today. Viggo groans as he
obviously remembers today's schedule as well.

`Can't we give it a miss?' he says, looking hopeful. I gasp in mock
horror.

`Is this really, Viggo Mortenson, character actor, suggesting we blow
off practice and jeopardise the film!' I say dramatically.

Things get a bit raucous here, as Viggo decides to punish me for my
insolence, by tickling me all over. Eventually we end up with me
flat on my back with him on top, both of us breathing heavily. Up
until now I've always preferred to be the in control one in a
relationship, but frankly dominant Viggo is a bit of a turn on…and my
cock seems happy to agree! Just as we're getting down to a
particularly intense bit of snogging, my alarm goes off. I groan as
Viggo releases me.

`I really nto gto go home and get showered and changed before
training,' he says apologetically. I sigh and nod. Still, at least
I get to watch him dressing.

`What are you going to tell Miranda?' I suddenly find myself asking.
Why the hell have I brought up her?

He looks at me seriously. `I'm not sure,' he says. `I feel terribly
guilty for leading her on this past week and I owe it to her to
explain. Would you mind awfully if I tell her about us?'

Would I mind! What a silly question. I'm just dying to give her a
little of the treatment she's been giving me.

`No, Viggo,' I say, trying to keep a straight face. `I don't mind
you telling her at all.' Understatement! `I don't want to keep us a
secret. I love you and I want our friends to know that.' And
Miranda!

Looking pleased, he kisses me goodbye, promising we'll spend the rest
of the day together after training.

It's about three-quarters of an hour later that I pull up in front of
the set where we'll be training. Viggo's car is already there, and
I'm sure I recognise one of the other cars…

It's only when I see her that I realise whose car it is. What the
heck is Miranda doing here? My jealousy starts to rear up, but I
calm myself by remembering just whose bed Viggo had spent the night
in. It looks like Viggo has only just got there, as when I walk up,
unnoticed by Miranda who has her back to me, she has just started
talking.

`So what happened to you last night?' she asks, playfully touching
his arm. `I waited for you for to come back for ages.' Viggo looks
embarrassed and a bit nervous. I guess we'd both totally forgotten
that he had promised to be back in a few minutes at the nightclub.
Well, we did have a few other things on our minds!

`I'm sorry,' Viggo says. `I got caught up in something.' His eyes
dart to mine and he looks a bit uncomfortable. *Tell her now*, I
silently plead. Miranda still hasn't noticed me.

`I called your house last night and this morning, but you weren't
there.' This time her tone is slightly more accusing. God, now
she's stroking his arm. I really have to stop this!

`That's because he was with me,' I blurt out, causing Miranda to
jump. I look to Viggo to see if he's upset that I've pre-empted
him. I'm surprised to see he actually looks kind of pleased. I
guess he was having trouble finding the words. I'm even more
surprised when he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. I end up
with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped firmly around
me. Absolute bliss. However, if looks could kill, I would now be
prostrate on the floor, so murderous is Miranda's glare as she
realises she has lost. I allow a little smug smile to play on my
lips. I will be more gracious in victory than her…starting
tomorrow! For a moment, Miranda's glare turns even more murderous.
Then, she seems to compose herself, and puts on a bland smile.

`I guess congratulations are in order,' she says a little stiffly. I
barely listen as Viggo apologises for leading her on blah, blah,
blah. I don't care if she hates me. Viggo loves me and that's all
that matters.

The End