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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,776
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Middle names
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true! But Orlando’s name is real!
Notes: Take the time to google the middle names of our dear cast! You’ll find something to laugh about!! I think we all know about Karl-Heinz Urban by now, but what’s Orlando’s secret name? Read and find out…
Middle names
“Blanchard! Hey! Morning!”
Orlando flinched when Viggo’s voice cut through the crisp morning air and he bit his lip. He should’ve known not to trust Viggo with it, but… “He promised,” Orlando mumbled quietly.
“What?” Elijah asked who was standing next to Orli, trying to warm his frozen fingers on a mug of coffee. “What the fuck is Aragorn talking about?”
Orli tried to shrug his shoulders as casually as he could, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess he’s just being Viggo again. Don’t know about you, but I don’t get half of the stuff he’s babbling all the time…”
Elijah smiled, the gap between his front teeth showing as he did so. “Yeah, I know… Crazy artist and all…” He giggled softly. “I mean Blanchard! Hello? Who the fuck comes up with a name like that?” He looked up at Orlando who was shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
“Dunno, mate,” he mumbled, stretching his arms behind his back. “Look,” Orli pointed at the trailer he was sharing with Viggo. “Gotta go to make-up, get my wig and all…” he lied.
Elijah waved with his free hand as he tried to light himself a new cigarette. “Sure,” he called. “See ya later, mate!”
Orli simply nodded and jogged up the stairs to the trailer. “You promised not to tell anybody!” he hissed after pulling the door shut behind him, struggling in vain when Viggo put his arms around Orli’s waist to pull him onto his lap, nuzzling the younger man’s neck softly.
“Good morning to you, too, oh favourite elf of mine,” Viggo grinned, enjoying his lapful of wriggling Orlando.
“Am not your elf, smelly human!” Orli pouted. “Hey, I didn’t do anything!” Viggo laughed, an innocent expression on his face.
“No, you didn’t,” Orli snorted angrily. “I really should’ve known better! People like you are not to be trusted!”
Viggo combed his hands through Orlando’s dark curls. “What do you mean with ‘people like you’? And by the way, it’s not like I broke my promise and didn’t tell you my middle name…”
Orli showed Viggo his tongue. “Yeah, but then I was still thinking that you had this really weird Danish name…” He pursed his lips and lifted his hands to brush his hair back that Viggo was busy messing up. “Fuck, but you can’t really tease anybody about being called Peter!” Orli shrugged his shoulders. “That’s really no fun!”
“I know,…Blanchard…” Viggo chuckled softly, kissing the back of Orli’s neck. “You should be proud to have such a beautiful name! Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom.” Viggo enjoyed the taste of each word in his mouth, before softly letting them spill over his lips. “A name fitting its beautiful owner,” Viggo purred, putting an arm around Orlando to draw lazy patterns on the younger man’s flat stomach. “The romantic hero in a 18th century novel…”
Orlando felt himself lean into Viggo’s soft caress. “But please don’t tell anybody,” he begged in a slightly breathless voice. “The Hobbits would never let me live that one down!”
“Don’t judge Elijah Jordan, William, Dominic Bernard Patrick Luke and Sean Patrick so harshly, Blanchard,” Viggo scolded Orlando.
“You see!” Orlando exclaimed. “I couldn’t even tease them back! Please, Viggo!”
The older man started kissing wet trails down Orlando’s throat. “I think you may have to shut me up…” he mused.
“What do you want, Viggo? You can have it!”
Viggo’s grin widened impossibly. “I want my cock buried balls-deep in your ass. Now.”
Orlando’s eyes flew open in surprise and he looked around nervously. “But what if somebody…” He pointed at the door.
“We don’t have to let them in,” Viggo whispered, pressing Orlando down on his lap to make the younger man feel the growing erection in his pants. “This is all for you, elf-boy…”
“But Beanie!” Orli gasped. “He’ll be here any minute, he’ll know what’s going on!”
“So what, young Blanchard?” Viggo smiled against the naked skin of Orlando’s throat, reaching around the younger man to undo his belt.
“Viggo!” Orlando cried out, the protest dying on his lips when Viggo’s hand delved into his pants and expertly started stroking Orlando’s cock. “Fuck…” the younger man groaned, letting his head fall back on Viggo’s shoulder.
“That’s what I had in mind, yes,” Viggo whispered softly and lifted Orlando up, letting him down on a table between make-up and wigs. Without a word of warning he simply pulled Orlando’s jeans down before stepping into the opened V of Orli’s legs to lean down and capture the younger man’s lips in a passionate kiss.
“Viggo…” Orlando moaned into the older man’s mouth and impatiently started pulling on Viggo’s pants. “Don’t tease! Need you…”
Viggo nodded and without further hesitation undid his jeans, letting them slide down his long legs to the floor. He panted softly when he coated his throbbing length with saliva as lubrication. “Ready?” Viggo mumbled breathlessly, already entering Orlando who was shaking against him.
“Yes,” Orlando moaned when Viggo was fully seated within him. “I…move!” he finally commanded, wrapping his legs around Viggo’s waist. “Please move…”
Viggo marvelled at the velvety heat of Orlando’s body as he began sliding in and out of it, soon pounding mercilessly into the willing youth in front of him.
“Vig…oh my…yes!” Fragments of broken cries came from Orlando’s lips and Viggo had to lean forward to silence the younger man, closing his mouth with his own.
Suddenly a shocked outcry from the door interrupted them. “Fucking hell! What the fuck…stupid question, Bean, just shut the fuck up…” Blushing Beanie lowered his gaze and knelt down to pick up his script that now lay scattered on the floor. “I’m already gone, I just need to…”
“Beanie,” Orli mumbled confused, the word turning into a moan when Viggo shamelessly continued thrust into him. “How…”
“Oh fuck it! Keep the script!” Beanie muttered and let the pages he had already picked up fall down again, fleeing through the door. Outside he let himself fall down on the stairs of the trailer, letting the fresh air cool his flushed cheeks. Seeing Orlando look at him from pleasure clouded eyes, moaning his name was simply too much gayness for a straight man on one single day.
“Seems like I’ve forgotten to lock the door,” Viggo panted between thrusts.
“But…” Orlando groaned. “Beanie…won’t he? Everybody’ll know!” he added, trying very hard to make sense.
“Beanie?” Viggo ground out between clenched teeth as he forced his brain to form complete sentences. “He probably would have wanted to join in…”
“No, he didn’t!” they heard an outraged cry from outside the door. “Could you please hurry up? It’s getting cold here. And could you please stop moaning my name in every other sentence? It’s irritating!”
Orlando would’ve laughed if he could’ve concentrated on anything else than the waves of pleasure created by Viggo’s cock hitting his prostate again and again. “Viggo…” he whimpered when his body started shaking uncontrollably and he came into Viggo’s hand stroking him to completion.
“Blanchard!” Viggo cried as he thrust into Orlando one last time.
“Alright!” Beanie called from the outside when everything had been quiet for a while. “I’m counting to ten now and then I’ll be coming in and it definitely would be better for your health to be dressed by then!” he said and started counting. “One, two, …”
Giggling Orlando and Viggo dressed.
When Beanie had finished counting, he carefully looked through the door, relieved when he saw that both men were fully clothed. “Just to let you know,” he grumbled when he finally had entered the trailer. “I was not waiting in front of the door to perv on you, but I wanted to protect others from sharing my fate and running into you.” Smoke seemed to start rising from Beanie’s ears when Orlando and Viggo started laughing hysterically.
“Can’t you two just once act like normal people?” he yelled. “And who the fuck is Blanchard?”
Finis.
Tell me what you think of it! I think this is the only Vigorli I’ve ever posted…
Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom. *snort!*
Also to be found on my LJ:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lhiam/
Notes: Take the time to google the middle names of our dear cast! You’ll find something to laugh about!! I think we all know about Karl-Heinz Urban by now, but what’s Orlando’s secret name? Read and find out…
Middle names
“Blanchard! Hey! Morning!”
Orlando flinched when Viggo’s voice cut through the crisp morning air and he bit his lip. He should’ve known not to trust Viggo with it, but… “He promised,” Orlando mumbled quietly.
“What?” Elijah asked who was standing next to Orli, trying to warm his frozen fingers on a mug of coffee. “What the fuck is Aragorn talking about?”
Orli tried to shrug his shoulders as casually as he could, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess he’s just being Viggo again. Don’t know about you, but I don’t get half of the stuff he’s babbling all the time…”
Elijah smiled, the gap between his front teeth showing as he did so. “Yeah, I know… Crazy artist and all…” He giggled softly. “I mean Blanchard! Hello? Who the fuck comes up with a name like that?” He looked up at Orlando who was shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
“Dunno, mate,” he mumbled, stretching his arms behind his back. “Look,” Orli pointed at the trailer he was sharing with Viggo. “Gotta go to make-up, get my wig and all…” he lied.
Elijah waved with his free hand as he tried to light himself a new cigarette. “Sure,” he called. “See ya later, mate!”
Orli simply nodded and jogged up the stairs to the trailer. “You promised not to tell anybody!” he hissed after pulling the door shut behind him, struggling in vain when Viggo put his arms around Orli’s waist to pull him onto his lap, nuzzling the younger man’s neck softly.
“Good morning to you, too, oh favourite elf of mine,” Viggo grinned, enjoying his lapful of wriggling Orlando.
“Am not your elf, smelly human!” Orli pouted. “Hey, I didn’t do anything!” Viggo laughed, an innocent expression on his face.
“No, you didn’t,” Orli snorted angrily. “I really should’ve known better! People like you are not to be trusted!”
Viggo combed his hands through Orlando’s dark curls. “What do you mean with ‘people like you’? And by the way, it’s not like I broke my promise and didn’t tell you my middle name…”
Orli showed Viggo his tongue. “Yeah, but then I was still thinking that you had this really weird Danish name…” He pursed his lips and lifted his hands to brush his hair back that Viggo was busy messing up. “Fuck, but you can’t really tease anybody about being called Peter!” Orli shrugged his shoulders. “That’s really no fun!”
“I know,…Blanchard…” Viggo chuckled softly, kissing the back of Orli’s neck. “You should be proud to have such a beautiful name! Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom.” Viggo enjoyed the taste of each word in his mouth, before softly letting them spill over his lips. “A name fitting its beautiful owner,” Viggo purred, putting an arm around Orlando to draw lazy patterns on the younger man’s flat stomach. “The romantic hero in a 18th century novel…”
Orlando felt himself lean into Viggo’s soft caress. “But please don’t tell anybody,” he begged in a slightly breathless voice. “The Hobbits would never let me live that one down!”
“Don’t judge Elijah Jordan, William, Dominic Bernard Patrick Luke and Sean Patrick so harshly, Blanchard,” Viggo scolded Orlando.
“You see!” Orlando exclaimed. “I couldn’t even tease them back! Please, Viggo!”
The older man started kissing wet trails down Orlando’s throat. “I think you may have to shut me up…” he mused.
“What do you want, Viggo? You can have it!”
Viggo’s grin widened impossibly. “I want my cock buried balls-deep in your ass. Now.”
Orlando’s eyes flew open in surprise and he looked around nervously. “But what if somebody…” He pointed at the door.
“We don’t have to let them in,” Viggo whispered, pressing Orlando down on his lap to make the younger man feel the growing erection in his pants. “This is all for you, elf-boy…”
“But Beanie!” Orli gasped. “He’ll be here any minute, he’ll know what’s going on!”
“So what, young Blanchard?” Viggo smiled against the naked skin of Orlando’s throat, reaching around the younger man to undo his belt.
“Viggo!” Orlando cried out, the protest dying on his lips when Viggo’s hand delved into his pants and expertly started stroking Orlando’s cock. “Fuck…” the younger man groaned, letting his head fall back on Viggo’s shoulder.
“That’s what I had in mind, yes,” Viggo whispered softly and lifted Orlando up, letting him down on a table between make-up and wigs. Without a word of warning he simply pulled Orlando’s jeans down before stepping into the opened V of Orli’s legs to lean down and capture the younger man’s lips in a passionate kiss.
“Viggo…” Orlando moaned into the older man’s mouth and impatiently started pulling on Viggo’s pants. “Don’t tease! Need you…”
Viggo nodded and without further hesitation undid his jeans, letting them slide down his long legs to the floor. He panted softly when he coated his throbbing length with saliva as lubrication. “Ready?” Viggo mumbled breathlessly, already entering Orlando who was shaking against him.
“Yes,” Orlando moaned when Viggo was fully seated within him. “I…move!” he finally commanded, wrapping his legs around Viggo’s waist. “Please move…”
Viggo marvelled at the velvety heat of Orlando’s body as he began sliding in and out of it, soon pounding mercilessly into the willing youth in front of him.
“Vig…oh my…yes!” Fragments of broken cries came from Orlando’s lips and Viggo had to lean forward to silence the younger man, closing his mouth with his own.
Suddenly a shocked outcry from the door interrupted them. “Fucking hell! What the fuck…stupid question, Bean, just shut the fuck up…” Blushing Beanie lowered his gaze and knelt down to pick up his script that now lay scattered on the floor. “I’m already gone, I just need to…”
“Beanie,” Orli mumbled confused, the word turning into a moan when Viggo shamelessly continued thrust into him. “How…”
“Oh fuck it! Keep the script!” Beanie muttered and let the pages he had already picked up fall down again, fleeing through the door. Outside he let himself fall down on the stairs of the trailer, letting the fresh air cool his flushed cheeks. Seeing Orlando look at him from pleasure clouded eyes, moaning his name was simply too much gayness for a straight man on one single day.
“Seems like I’ve forgotten to lock the door,” Viggo panted between thrusts.
“But…” Orlando groaned. “Beanie…won’t he? Everybody’ll know!” he added, trying very hard to make sense.
“Beanie?” Viggo ground out between clenched teeth as he forced his brain to form complete sentences. “He probably would have wanted to join in…”
“No, he didn’t!” they heard an outraged cry from outside the door. “Could you please hurry up? It’s getting cold here. And could you please stop moaning my name in every other sentence? It’s irritating!”
Orlando would’ve laughed if he could’ve concentrated on anything else than the waves of pleasure created by Viggo’s cock hitting his prostate again and again. “Viggo…” he whimpered when his body started shaking uncontrollably and he came into Viggo’s hand stroking him to completion.
“Blanchard!” Viggo cried as he thrust into Orlando one last time.
“Alright!” Beanie called from the outside when everything had been quiet for a while. “I’m counting to ten now and then I’ll be coming in and it definitely would be better for your health to be dressed by then!” he said and started counting. “One, two, …”
Giggling Orlando and Viggo dressed.
When Beanie had finished counting, he carefully looked through the door, relieved when he saw that both men were fully clothed. “Just to let you know,” he grumbled when he finally had entered the trailer. “I was not waiting in front of the door to perv on you, but I wanted to protect others from sharing my fate and running into you.” Smoke seemed to start rising from Beanie’s ears when Orlando and Viggo started laughing hysterically.
“Can’t you two just once act like normal people?” he yelled. “And who the fuck is Blanchard?”
Finis.
Tell me what you think of it! I think this is the only Vigorli I’ve ever posted…
Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom. *snort!*
Also to be found on my LJ:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lhiam/