Long Distance Love

Title: Long Distance Love
Author: jenolas
Rating: R
Pairing: SB/VM
Warning: none other than for a bit of smutty fluff and romance.

A/N: This is my first time RPS and writing about these two gorgeous men. Although I have written several FPS, none are A/B.

Email: jbozovic @ hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, nothing in this story ever happened, nor is it likely to. Who knows where these men’s sexual preferences lie? Not Me!.

Summary: Orlando brings a surprise to movie night.

Shooting had wrapped early for the weekend, and by mutual consent, it was decided that it was Viggo’s turn to host the fellowship movie evening. Of course it was not quite the fellowship any more, Viggo thought with an aching sadness in his heart for the one they all missed. ‘Their’ Boromir, and more importantly, ‘his’ Sean had finished filming and returned to England several weeks ago. The absence of their friend was keenly felt by all, more so Orlando who had shared a trailer when on location with his ‘northern bastard’ mate, but especially by Viggo who had shared his bed. That he and Sean were close friends was a given, that they were lovers was a secret they had wanted to keep to themselves.

Along with copious amounts of beer for the ‘children’ and harder liquor for the more discerning, if not elderly members of the group, movie night naturally meant the TV and video player were also required and therein was Viggo’s current dilemma. The latter was no problem, the video remote control was sitting in plain view on top of the unit, but where the fuck he had put the one for the TV?

Viggo stood in the middle of his living room, one hand on his hip, the other threading through his hair in frustration as he tried to recall the last time he had used it. Certainly not since Sean had left, for he had spent the infrequent spare time he had working on his paintings or his poetry… or having incredibly hot phone sex every possible night with his lover. Moving his hand from his hair to adjust the uncomfortable hardness in his jeans that merely the thought what that wickedly seductive voice could do to him from thousands of miles away, Viggo’s eyes lit with a smoky blue spark at another memory.

The last game he and Sean had watched together was the night before his love left. They had curled up together on the sofa, sharing soft kisses and tender caresses that became more intense as the time of their separation drew closer. Viggo had grimaced slightly when he felt a hardness pressing into his back that had nothing to do with his and Sean’s erections which were currently involved in their own erotic dance with each other as their hips ground sensuously together. He reached under his body to remove the hard plastic rectangle that was the cause of his discomfort. Without taking his lips from Sean’s, he flicked the off button and threw the object unceremoniously across the floor. The game was forgotten as he and Sean made slow, passionate love, becoming one with their bodies, and screaming promises of forever as they came together. Spent and utterly sated they had fallen asleep, only to awaken a few hours later at the insistence of the alarm clock.

Some irritating sound was now drawing him reluctantly out of his pleasant daydream, and he realised that it was not the alarm, but the phone that he could hear. A fully aroused Viggo sighed and unzipped his jeans to relieve the pressure of the fabric on his aching hardness as he made his way to the bedroom, reaching the phone just before the answering machine kicked in.

“Ah… hello?” he managed to stutter, still distracted by the ache in his groin, and allowing himself to rub it slowly to try and relieve the tension.

“Are you okay, love?” the much loved voice on the end of the line asked.

“I am now, Sean. God I needed to hear your voice right now,” he replied as he kicked off his jeans and stretched out on the bed. Sean easily detected the desire in his lover’s unspoken words.

“Is there something I can do for you, love? Aside from coming over there and fucking you through the mattress?” he asked not masking his own hunger and need to do just that, nor his regret that he could not.

“Well, that would definitely be my first choice. I have a ‘hard’ problem to deal with and am expecting a houseful of fellowship friends in a few minutes.”

“Seems like you will have to take the ‘problem’ into your own hands, I’m sorry to say. Are you doing that, Viggo? Are you stroking your fingers slowly up and down every inch if that gorgeous cock of yours?” The silky seductive voice whispered.

“Mmmm… yes, are you?” Viggo moaned softly in reply.

“Aye, and fondling my balls, rolling them around the way you like to… oh. Yes… let me hear you Vig… “ Sean’s groans of pleasure set Viggo’s desire aflame

“God… fuck that…feels….good…. so close already!” Hands moving faster as hips thrust upwards to gain more friction.

“Christ… I miss you…want you…love you…” The breathless gasps that accompanied the words told Viggo his love was at the edge.

“Love you… come… with… me…. SEAN!!!”

“VIGGO!” Thick white threads of seed covered Viggo’s hand and chest as he came hard at the sound of Sean’s climax. “OK now, love?” Sean asked after both had taken a few moments to catch their breaths.

“I would be better if I could kiss you and hold you in my arms,” Viggo replied, stifling a yawn. For all that they enjoyed their phone sex, and the gentle and sometimes not so gentle lovemaking when they were together, they both loved an aftermath filled with tenderness and affection, and waking together in the morning.

“Well, I hear I might be coming back for reshoots, and if not, then we will make the time to be together,” Sean replied with determination in his voice.

“That we will, “ Viggo promised allowing Sean to hear his groan of displeasure at the sound of several knocks on the door. “Sean, I have to go… I hear the hobbit invasion at the door. Call me as soon as you can.”

“I will. Love you Vig.”

“Love you, Sean.” Viggo reluctantly put the phone aside, then quickly cleaned and dressed himself before going to meet his guests.

“Hey Viggo, I have a special surprise for you,” Orlando said waving a videocassette above his head.

“Not some elf-hobbit porn, I hope?” Viggo said warily accepting the tape. Several heads shook with denial.

“Nothing pornographic about a little good loving,” Dom enlightened them all.

“Besides, he only borrowed that video camera because he wanted in the cameraman’s pants,” Billy scoffed.

“I t is not porn. I will have you know me mum sent me that …from England, and the BBC no less,” Orlando declared snatching the video back and managing to look genuinely affronted.

“Really? And what show is it?” Ian asked with mild interest.

“Part of a doco on the British Film Industry… features an interview with Sean.” Orlando replied grinning smugly when Viggo’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Of course your mother would not send anythhing inappropriate,{ the father in Viggo agreed. “Is that documentaryone he mentioned doing not long after he arrived home?” Viggo asked, recalling whar hw had originally been seeking and bending down to reach under his armchair where he decided the TV remote had most likely ended up that day.

“Nice view, Viggo,” Elijah teased, swatting the upraised behind playfully. Viggo’s grin of triumph at having found the elusive device dissolved into a feigned glare of annoyance. Before he could tell Elijah to keep his hands off (Sean’s property, he added silently), Ian spoke up.

“I’d stick to hobbits if I were you, little one, that is likely more ass than you can handle,” Ian commented with a knowing wink at Viggo who accepted that at least one person knew he and Sean were lovers. Although the two men of Gondor had not openly admitted their relationship, and had been able to keep their secret from their younger colleagues, such was not the case with the far more worldly and experienced Sir Ian who read them both easily. The elder Brit had not spoken of his suspicions, or facts as he regarded his knowledge, but he was very discrete and could be trusted to keep his silence.

“Drinks anyone?” Dom asked. He and Billy had raided the fridge and brought a round of everyone’s favourites. As soon as all were settled either on the sofa or the floor, Viggo turned the remote control over to Orlando who was sitting beside him. The first part of the documentary dealt with a brief history of the British Film Industry and was watched with interest by all, as were the following interviews with several high profile actors and directors.

“Sean is on next,” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear. Cheers, and whistles went up around the room, causing much laughter when Sean was introduced and nothing he was saying could be heard over the din. Orlando stopped the tape and rewound it, then held up his hand demanding silence. “I am sure Sean would appreciate the enthusiasm were he here, but let’s be quiet now and hear what the Northern bastard has to say, yeah?”

The interview began with a few clips of Sean’s work, and questions related to the various films as well as the ‘Sharpe’ series. Viggo could answer most of the questions himself, he had heard them so often, so rather than listen, he simply drank in every precious moment of seeing his lover’s face. Sean was not a nervous as he often was in interviews, and the more relaxed atmosphere leant a softness to his features that made Viggo yearn to touch, kiss and lick the every inch of skin. He was also very grateful that he had the foresight to be wearing an overly long, loose sweatshirt, that, as long as he remained seated, his reaction to seeing Sean would be known only to him and his aching groin.

“And what did you think of your fellow countrymen on the ‘Rings’ project?” the interviewer asked, the word ‘Rings’ catching Viggo’s attention.

“Well, I would not presume to comment on the skills of the more experienced actors, for whom I hold much respect, nor do I consider myself in their league. Suffice it to say they taught us all much and their accolades are well earned.” Sean replied with sincerity.

“The boy is too modest, but quite correct in part,” Sir Ian commented with mock arrogance as was his style.

“How did you find Orlando Bloom, surely a rising young star?”

“Aye, these movies are our Orlando’s first major role, and the kid is not only handsome, but talented as well, he has the makings of a star and I am proud to have worked with him,” Sean said, the gleam in his eyes obvious affection for the younger man.

“Seanie loves me!” Orlando declared, dancing around the room, his eyes suspiciously moist on hearing the praise of an actor he admired greatly.

“In fact the whole cast was an incredible bunch of fine and talented actors,” Sean added. More cheers from the live audience and shouts of “Seanie loves us all!”

“And you were also close friends with Aragorn… Er…Viggo Mortensen, I believe.”

“Aye, Viggo and I are friends,” Sean nodded, glancing briefly at the camera. Viggo could not control the needy moan that he tried to suppress as the brief flicker of love and desire that darkened the emerald depths of Sean’s’ eyes as he spoke his lover’s name sent tendrils of white hot fire to Viggo’s groin. Looking around he was relieved to see that no one, or so he hoped, except Sir Ian and his knowing smirk, seemed to have noticed anything. He watched the rest of the interview but had no idea what Sean was saying, content merely to look at his lover. When it was over, Orlando rose to put the movie on, leaning down to whisper in Viggo’s ear.

“Sean loves us, but he is in love with you.” Viggo nodded and smiled.