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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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1,841
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1
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Up in the Air 1/1
FIC: Up In The Air. 1/1 Ficlet.
Author/Email: Rufferto/gbower@twcny.rm
Pm
Pairing: RPS OB/VM
Rating: NC (no class)-17
Feedback: Sure, but, I , I know I'm not perfect. First RPS. Be Gentle.
Summary: Viggo is stuck on a 12 hour flight to New Zealand, and he has a phone call.
Beta : No.
Disclaimer : Don't own them (rats). Didn't happen in reality, just in my own wierd mind. Please don't sue.
Inspiration : Spank_An_Elf mentioned something about Orlando...I couldn't resist.
Archive : What the hell, have at it.
The first class seats were nothing to speak of in comparison to what he had flown in before. The airline food was stale and the only thing that he was thankful for was at least they had a healthy supply of Wine. He checked his watch, It was 2am. He still had four hours to kill. Everyone else in first class was sleeping, or probably having a good fuck based on the sounds he was overhearing from a couple of seats back.
He turned on the overhead light and brought out a book, a new novel about Jack Aubrey. He was half way through it already, though and wasn't sure if it would take his mind off of all his current thoughts. The High Seas only brought to mind Orlando, and wouldn’t you know it but the movie for the night had been "Pirates of the Carribean". It seemed he popped up just about -everywhere-.
At the bar in London, Sean had told him Orlando was pissed about not being in town when he had come through. The kid had too much on his hands lately, way too much. Sean gave his condolences, must be tough to keep track of the brat.
Tough...yes. Viggo sighed and tossed the book into the empty seat on his right. No fucking way he was going to sleep now that he started thinking about Orlando again. How long had it been since they'd spent any time together? Six...seven months? The kid didn't know the meaning of the word break. After Hidalgo, Viggo had decided to relax a bit and spend time at Karl's place in New Zealand and go for a hike. He'd told Orlando that he was going to be in London for a weekend first, but the kid was off on his new movie set and couldn't make it back on time. Oh well... better luck next time.
He was too tolerant, he supposed. Hell, he could afford to be. It wasn't as if they were a hot item or anything, as far as the press was concerned. The press made up tons of things about Orlando that weren't true, same thing about Elijah, poor lij hated the press.
He turned off the light again and opened his window to watch the stars as they sped through the sky. He had to admit it, he missed the kid. He missed him so much he wanted to force the jet to turn around to go to the Carribean or wherever the hell Orlando was and release frustrations.
A stewardess came down the aisle and shook his arm. "Excuse me, Mr. Mortessen." From her blush, she knew exactly who he was, and he smiled at her faintly. "There's a phone call for you, sir. You can pick it up there."
Viggo glanct tht the jetliner phone which was blinking and picked it up. "Vig here. Who's this?"
"Viggo, hey man." there was a pause, likely a drag from a cigarette. "Its Orli. How's the flight so far?"
"Its fine, kiddo, ace. I'll give the wine five stars at least, the food is shit though. Good to hear your voice, miss you." He kept his own voice low for regard for the other passengers.
"I miss you too, I wanted to be there. Goddamnit, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Orli. How are you? Have you slept? You sound like shit."
"Thanks." The younger man coughed, "Slight cough, I'm in bed actually, down for a couple of days. Fucking flu or something. I couldn't sleep, so I called Henry and asked him for your flight number. Your kid has balls, he told me if I wanted to fuck you, I should get my own damn flight number and find you myself. Eventually, he gave it to me. God, I miss you, Vig. When are you in this side of the world again?"
"Not soon enough." he sighed and pulled the blankp arp around. "We need to hook up soon, I keep seeing you everywhere but don't get to -see- you."
"I know the feeling, mate. I've seen Hidalgo 10 times already. Shit. Vig, I'll never get enough of those pants, your cute little butt tight in them." He giggled.
Viggo chuckled, Orli must have taken some heavy medication. "What about my cute butt, what were you thinking?"
"Well..." Orli grinned, "Every time I think of your butt, I want to drag those trousers off, you know. And then...Then I want to lick my way down your back...all the way."
"Orli, what have you been reading?" Viggo stretched his legs out, and unzipped his pants, glad for the assistance of the blanket for even if the stewardess passed by again, he would be mostly inconspicuous. His free hand began to stroke his hardening cock.
"Oh who has time to read, I just use my imagination." Orli licked his lips, knowing that he would have to do most of the talking since Vig really couldn't. "You know where my tongue would travel, right that place where usually my cock enters you. Then I would lick you, Vig, and both of us would be standing, well, I would be kneeling, not standing. My tongue would fuck you first, that would be all we needed to loosen you up. My hands...they would be busy with you, while yours rested against the wall. That's right, Vig. I'd be fucking you this time. Are you hard?"
"Yes..." Viggo whispered haggardly, heat pulsing in his loins as passion built and his fingers did the necessary work. "Don't stop."
"Godamnit Vig, you have no idea how much I wish you were here." Orli sighed as he stroked his own cock. Sean always used to tell him that a good fuck cured any sickness. "My tongue would have its way with you first, and then I'd spread your legs, are your legs spread Vig?"
"Yes...spread." he gasped, stretching them. He was quite glad that the people on the other side of the aisle were asleep. His forehead was sweating now as his fingers rubbed his cock, coaxing it to completion.
"My cock would replace my tongue and I would fuck you right against the wall, and you would tremble in my arms as we both came together..."
It did not take much more of hearing Orlando's voice to cause the release that he had badly needed. Viggo shuddered, trying hard to breath normally. On the other end of the line, Orli came too, wondering at how easily that had happened despite all the meds he'd just taken for his flu. Perhaps Sean -had- been right. Even on the phone...it had been a good fuck.
Vig grabbed his glass of wine and drank from it quickly to calm himself down.
"Vig, you alright?" Orli asked softly.
"Better now. I needed that."
"I know old man. Me too." Orlando stretched in his bed. "Now, when are you coming to my side of the world again?"
"Orli..."
"Viggo."
He could almost -see- the full lips pouting on the other side of the line. The elder actor grumbled good-naturedly as he cleaned himself off. "I have plans with Karl."
"Fuck Karl. Get your ass in a plane to here as soon as you land. I need to see you."
"Orli, I have just spent about 24 hours traveling." Viggo glared at the phone, impatient youth.
"I'll make it worth your while."
"How so?"
"Make sure you give me the flight number." Orli giggled and then hung up the phone, knowing full well that Viggo would not be able to resist that.
Viggo thought about it for a very long time, and when the plane landed in New Zealand he picked up a phone and began to call Karl Urban.
"Karl?" Viggo sounded a little apprehensive. Karl was a good friend, and he hated to let the guy down.
"Whats up? You in town finally?"
"Yea, but I got to cancel.. I have to... take care of a sick friend." Viggo could tell his voice was not entirely convincing.
"Orlando withdrawal again, huh?"
"Yea, something like that."
Karl laughed, knowingly. "Take it easy, Mate. You know you can't keep dropping everything for that kid all the time."
"I know."
"Hope he is worth it."
Viggo chuckled and had a long conversation with Karl before the flight was ready to take him to his lover. Worth it. Orlando Bloom was better than worth it. No matter how much distance was between them, they would never really be apart. One day, he would let the world know, one day. People weren't ready for it though, since Orli was a hot young star. Maybe they would never be ready. Did it matter? Not really. Vig knew Orli didn't care what people thought, and neither did he. However, their private lives were apart from their careers and always would be. People should never believe everything they read, after all.
***THE END***
Author/Email: Rufferto/gbower@twcny.rm
Pm
Pairing: RPS OB/VM
Rating: NC (no class)-17
Feedback: Sure, but, I , I know I'm not perfect. First RPS. Be Gentle.
Summary: Viggo is stuck on a 12 hour flight to New Zealand, and he has a phone call.
Beta : No.
Disclaimer : Don't own them (rats). Didn't happen in reality, just in my own wierd mind. Please don't sue.
Inspiration : Spank_An_Elf mentioned something about Orlando...I couldn't resist.
Archive : What the hell, have at it.
The first class seats were nothing to speak of in comparison to what he had flown in before. The airline food was stale and the only thing that he was thankful for was at least they had a healthy supply of Wine. He checked his watch, It was 2am. He still had four hours to kill. Everyone else in first class was sleeping, or probably having a good fuck based on the sounds he was overhearing from a couple of seats back.
He turned on the overhead light and brought out a book, a new novel about Jack Aubrey. He was half way through it already, though and wasn't sure if it would take his mind off of all his current thoughts. The High Seas only brought to mind Orlando, and wouldn’t you know it but the movie for the night had been "Pirates of the Carribean". It seemed he popped up just about -everywhere-.
At the bar in London, Sean had told him Orlando was pissed about not being in town when he had come through. The kid had too much on his hands lately, way too much. Sean gave his condolences, must be tough to keep track of the brat.
Tough...yes. Viggo sighed and tossed the book into the empty seat on his right. No fucking way he was going to sleep now that he started thinking about Orlando again. How long had it been since they'd spent any time together? Six...seven months? The kid didn't know the meaning of the word break. After Hidalgo, Viggo had decided to relax a bit and spend time at Karl's place in New Zealand and go for a hike. He'd told Orlando that he was going to be in London for a weekend first, but the kid was off on his new movie set and couldn't make it back on time. Oh well... better luck next time.
He was too tolerant, he supposed. Hell, he could afford to be. It wasn't as if they were a hot item or anything, as far as the press was concerned. The press made up tons of things about Orlando that weren't true, same thing about Elijah, poor lij hated the press.
He turned off the light again and opened his window to watch the stars as they sped through the sky. He had to admit it, he missed the kid. He missed him so much he wanted to force the jet to turn around to go to the Carribean or wherever the hell Orlando was and release frustrations.
A stewardess came down the aisle and shook his arm. "Excuse me, Mr. Mortessen." From her blush, she knew exactly who he was, and he smiled at her faintly. "There's a phone call for you, sir. You can pick it up there."
Viggo glanct tht the jetliner phone which was blinking and picked it up. "Vig here. Who's this?"
"Viggo, hey man." there was a pause, likely a drag from a cigarette. "Its Orli. How's the flight so far?"
"Its fine, kiddo, ace. I'll give the wine five stars at least, the food is shit though. Good to hear your voice, miss you." He kept his own voice low for regard for the other passengers.
"I miss you too, I wanted to be there. Goddamnit, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Orli. How are you? Have you slept? You sound like shit."
"Thanks." The younger man coughed, "Slight cough, I'm in bed actually, down for a couple of days. Fucking flu or something. I couldn't sleep, so I called Henry and asked him for your flight number. Your kid has balls, he told me if I wanted to fuck you, I should get my own damn flight number and find you myself. Eventually, he gave it to me. God, I miss you, Vig. When are you in this side of the world again?"
"Not soon enough." he sighed and pulled the blankp arp around. "We need to hook up soon, I keep seeing you everywhere but don't get to -see- you."
"I know the feeling, mate. I've seen Hidalgo 10 times already. Shit. Vig, I'll never get enough of those pants, your cute little butt tight in them." He giggled.
Viggo chuckled, Orli must have taken some heavy medication. "What about my cute butt, what were you thinking?"
"Well..." Orli grinned, "Every time I think of your butt, I want to drag those trousers off, you know. And then...Then I want to lick my way down your back...all the way."
"Orli, what have you been reading?" Viggo stretched his legs out, and unzipped his pants, glad for the assistance of the blanket for even if the stewardess passed by again, he would be mostly inconspicuous. His free hand began to stroke his hardening cock.
"Oh who has time to read, I just use my imagination." Orli licked his lips, knowing that he would have to do most of the talking since Vig really couldn't. "You know where my tongue would travel, right that place where usually my cock enters you. Then I would lick you, Vig, and both of us would be standing, well, I would be kneeling, not standing. My tongue would fuck you first, that would be all we needed to loosen you up. My hands...they would be busy with you, while yours rested against the wall. That's right, Vig. I'd be fucking you this time. Are you hard?"
"Yes..." Viggo whispered haggardly, heat pulsing in his loins as passion built and his fingers did the necessary work. "Don't stop."
"Godamnit Vig, you have no idea how much I wish you were here." Orli sighed as he stroked his own cock. Sean always used to tell him that a good fuck cured any sickness. "My tongue would have its way with you first, and then I'd spread your legs, are your legs spread Vig?"
"Yes...spread." he gasped, stretching them. He was quite glad that the people on the other side of the aisle were asleep. His forehead was sweating now as his fingers rubbed his cock, coaxing it to completion.
"My cock would replace my tongue and I would fuck you right against the wall, and you would tremble in my arms as we both came together..."
It did not take much more of hearing Orlando's voice to cause the release that he had badly needed. Viggo shuddered, trying hard to breath normally. On the other end of the line, Orli came too, wondering at how easily that had happened despite all the meds he'd just taken for his flu. Perhaps Sean -had- been right. Even on the phone...it had been a good fuck.
Vig grabbed his glass of wine and drank from it quickly to calm himself down.
"Vig, you alright?" Orli asked softly.
"Better now. I needed that."
"I know old man. Me too." Orlando stretched in his bed. "Now, when are you coming to my side of the world again?"
"Orli..."
"Viggo."
He could almost -see- the full lips pouting on the other side of the line. The elder actor grumbled good-naturedly as he cleaned himself off. "I have plans with Karl."
"Fuck Karl. Get your ass in a plane to here as soon as you land. I need to see you."
"Orli, I have just spent about 24 hours traveling." Viggo glared at the phone, impatient youth.
"I'll make it worth your while."
"How so?"
"Make sure you give me the flight number." Orli giggled and then hung up the phone, knowing full well that Viggo would not be able to resist that.
Viggo thought about it for a very long time, and when the plane landed in New Zealand he picked up a phone and began to call Karl Urban.
"Karl?" Viggo sounded a little apprehensive. Karl was a good friend, and he hated to let the guy down.
"Whats up? You in town finally?"
"Yea, but I got to cancel.. I have to... take care of a sick friend." Viggo could tell his voice was not entirely convincing.
"Orlando withdrawal again, huh?"
"Yea, something like that."
Karl laughed, knowingly. "Take it easy, Mate. You know you can't keep dropping everything for that kid all the time."
"I know."
"Hope he is worth it."
Viggo chuckled and had a long conversation with Karl before the flight was ready to take him to his lover. Worth it. Orlando Bloom was better than worth it. No matter how much distance was between them, they would never really be apart. One day, he would let the world know, one day. People weren't ready for it though, since Orli was a hot young star. Maybe they would never be ready. Did it matter? Not really. Vig knew Orli didn't care what people thought, and neither did he. However, their private lives were apart from their careers and always would be. People should never believe everything they read, after all.
***THE END***