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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,882
Reviews:
6
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In the Meantime
Title: In The Meantime (aka the Ultra Cliché Sex/Smut Fic Without A Title But Written In The Meantime Between Chapters of Saving Smiles)
Author: Eärendil
Email: coincidenceofmemory @ yahoo.com / reverie @ come-september.org
Rating: NC-17 attempt
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen / Orlando Bloom
Summary: Orlando's cold. Viggo's warm. Smut ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just enjoying playing with them. It's fiction.
Archive: Lirimaer. Recent Forgeries. Anywhere else. Just ask.
Note: This is in response to the July Challenge on Viggorously. Also this is a fic to tide you over in the meantime between now and when I finish writing part 3 of Saving Smiles. Also this is set during the filming of LotR. I do not know the weather conditions during said time, but July is like December/January where I'm at so it's bound to be cold and possibly snow. Also in all probability things would not go this way, but for the sake of sex--er, getting the characters together quickly, they will. This is a bonafied blanket fic.
In The Meantime
"If you wanted to stay
With me tonight
that's alright
But I ain't gonna ask you
It's late and you're tired
And it's so cold outside
So I don't mind
But I ain't gonna ask you
It could be nice
It could be wild
If we share a few hours together
And if you don't love me
But don't know if that's clear
Don't you fear
'Cause I ain't gonna ask you
Don't you fear
'Cause I ain't gonna ask you"
-- 'Ain't Gonna Ask You', Norah Jones
Orlando fidgited on Viggo's couch. It was mid-July and colder than London winter, the snow falling in drifts and the walk from Viggo's to his car was not looking very compelling.
He and Viggo had been spending a nice evening together, having tossed the hobbits after dinner. Orli himself had been loathed to leave, and had opted to stay for a while and help Viggo clean up the mess. As the evening wore on, though, the snow had continued to fall, and even thicken it's barrage, until a good foot or two of snow covered the ground and any tire tracks left by the fleeing hobbits had been lost to the unblemished crust of new-fallen snow.
Now, midnight was approaching and Orlando's fidgiting could only increase as he hoped for Viggo to ask him if he'd like to stay the night. His prospects weren't looking up, at the moment. And so they sat there, neither speaking, the silence thickening as the snow had till it almost suffocated the young Brit.
"Hey, Vig?"
"Hm?" Viggo murmured, not looking up from whatever he was concentrating on. Orlando couldn't figure out what the man was doing exactly; but whatever it was, he was well consumed by it.
"Would you mind if I just... crashed here for the night?" Orli asked, quickly continuing. "I mean, it's pretty late and the snow's so thick outside. I don't really think it'd be wise to drive, even the few miles back to my place. Especially my place, ya know, cause it's but the ocean and the roads get pretty bad at night and worse when it's cold and snowy like it is..."
"Sure."
Orlando blinked. Well that was easy, he thought, letting out a breath.
Not much later Viggo closed his notebook and set it aside, skewering Orlando with a gaze. "I'll show you to the guest room."
Orli smiled politely and followed, eyes glued to the nicely shaped backside poured into the not-too-tight-not-too-lose jeans and only barely covered by a lose and wore out t-shirt. It was no secret that Orlando fancied Viggo. Unfortunately for the young actor, the object of his fancy seemed to be completely oblivious to his wanton gazes and unadultered worship.
Viggo opened a door to his left and flipped on the light. "If you need anything, my room is across the hall. There are extra blankets in the linen closet between the doors and a kerosene heater should be in the closet if the power goes out; although, it should not be left on while you sleep."
"Thanks, Vig."
"Goodnight, Orlando."
---
It was cold. More than cold, it was freezing. Orli sighed. He didn't want to be ungrateful, but the blankets Viggo had were quite thin and did little to ward off the cold that was seeping into his bones and seizing up his back in the most painful manner. During the night the power had failed, probably due to the amount of snow and ice that had packed itself upon the house and surrounding area; and even with the little kerosene heater lit the cold seemed bent on licking its way into every thing, heedless of the small but blistering heat put-forth from the tiny heater.
He couldn't take it any more. He was cold down to his very marrow and if he didn't get warm soon he'd be visiting the clinic in the morning.
Quietly as possible, Orlando crept from the bed, hissing as his bare feet made contact with the cold, hardwood floor. Barely a creak from the floors or doors heralded his arrival at Viggo's room where he froze.
What the hell had gotten into him? What was he supposed to do? Crawl up in Viggo's bed? Shake the man awake like a frightened child seeking the protection of his father's presence?
Viggo's voice startled him out of his reverie. "What's wrong, Orlando?"
What was wrong? He was cold, definately; but did that merit his silly trek to Viggo's room? And now he'd awakened the man and he really should have just stayed in his own room and tried to stave off the cold all alone...
"I'm cold."
Oh bright one, Orlando. Mouth before brain. Good going. Viggo's sure to think you a blithering idiot now.
"I couldn't sleep."
Even better. Why don't you just say 'Daddy, will you let me sleep with you? Tell me a bedtime story? Chase the monsters away?' Very bright, Orli. Very, very bright.
"Would you mind..."
The lifting of the blankets was his answer and he quickly hopped under them, shivering as the warmth of the sheets and Viggo enveloped him.
"Thank you." He breathed, snuggling under the heavy down blanket. He was still cold, but not as cold as he had been moments ago. If only his shivering would stop.
To his surprise a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him against the warm chest behind him. "Better?" Viggo asked. His warm breath tickling Orlando's ear. With a gulp he nodded, making himself relax and enjoy the embrace inwhich he'd longed to find himself since the man had set foot on the set.
Orlando wanted to purr as Viggo settled himself behind him, almost snuggling against the younger actor's back.
---
Orlando awoke to the feeling of fingers trailing across his abdomen and tracing the elastic of his boxers. Shocked into stillness, Orlando lay there, letting the fingers wander over his flesh. Maybe Viggo was dreaming and he'd stop soon, Orli thought, sure that if the man didn't stop soon they'd both end up very embarassed come morning.
But Viggo didn't stop. In fact, his tongue joined the onslaught, teasing the back of Orlando's neck and ear; the warm breath creating goosebumps in it's wake.
Orlando could feel himself getting hard; and he had to bite back a moan as Viggo's hand slipped beneath his boxers to wrap around the rising flesh. The hand squeezed and pumped him teasingly and Orlando began to wonder just how unconscious Viggo was.
Surely he's dreaming, he thought, almost losing it as teeth nipped at his ear.
"Let me hear you," Viggo's voice rumbled in his ear and Orlando startled, yelping as the hand around his member did not release as he jumped.
"Vi-Viggo?" Wide brown eyes sought pale-blue to find them wide open and clear.
"I want to hear you moan, Orlando," Viggo demanded, hoiceoice firm, but not uncaring. "Moan for me."
The fist gripping him tightened and pumped, drawing a strangled moan from his throat.
This could not be happening. This was NOT happening, Orlando told himself. Oh but it felt so good. He felt like he was losing himself. Viggo's hand was stroking him and teasing him, the pace random but not erratic, driving him to the penacle only to stop him at the edge. He moaned and thrashed as Viggo teased him, grinding his own erection into Orlando's hip, making his desire known.
"Come for me, Orlando."
And he did, screaming Viggo's name as the hot seamen washed over his belly and splattered against the sheets. Orlando watched, dazed, as Viggo brought his hand up to lick the younger man's seed from his fingertips.
"You taste sweet, Orlando," Viggo commented, bringing his lips down to press against Orlando's, flicking his tongue across them bidding him to open.
Orlando moaned as Viggo's tongue invaded his mouth, plundering and claiming.
"Do you want more, Orlando? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Oh god, where did this Viggo come from, Orlando thought, his flesh once more hardening in response. He managed an moaned "please" before Viggo rolled over and rumaged through a drawer, pulling out a condom and a tube of KY.
Viggo quickly prepared him, stroking his organ to distract him from the discomfort. "Are you ready?" Orli nodded, was he ever! "Just relax."
Whatever Orlando had been expecting of sex with Viggo, nothing he'd previously experience or could have dreamt up could compare with the reality of Viggo filling him, of Viggo pushing his gurth into him, of Viggo pounding him into the matress.
And as they lay, dazed in the afterglow, Orlando smiled. No promises had been made, but right now he didn't need any. He was happy just to be laying in Viggo's arms; happy having been fucked by the man he'd been lusting after for months on end. And as he drifted off to sleep, Viggo murmured in his ear.
"Warm now?"
The End.
Love lots, Eärendil
Author: Eärendil
Email: coincidenceofmemory @ yahoo.com / reverie @ come-september.org
Rating: NC-17 attempt
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen / Orlando Bloom
Summary: Orlando's cold. Viggo's warm. Smut ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just enjoying playing with them. It's fiction.
Archive: Lirimaer. Recent Forgeries. Anywhere else. Just ask.
Note: This is in response to the July Challenge on Viggorously. Also this is a fic to tide you over in the meantime between now and when I finish writing part 3 of Saving Smiles. Also this is set during the filming of LotR. I do not know the weather conditions during said time, but July is like December/January where I'm at so it's bound to be cold and possibly snow. Also in all probability things would not go this way, but for the sake of sex--er, getting the characters together quickly, they will. This is a bonafied blanket fic.
In The Meantime
"If you wanted to stay
With me tonight
that's alright
But I ain't gonna ask you
It's late and you're tired
And it's so cold outside
So I don't mind
But I ain't gonna ask you
It could be nice
It could be wild
If we share a few hours together
And if you don't love me
But don't know if that's clear
Don't you fear
'Cause I ain't gonna ask you
Don't you fear
'Cause I ain't gonna ask you"
-- 'Ain't Gonna Ask You', Norah Jones
Orlando fidgited on Viggo's couch. It was mid-July and colder than London winter, the snow falling in drifts and the walk from Viggo's to his car was not looking very compelling.
He and Viggo had been spending a nice evening together, having tossed the hobbits after dinner. Orli himself had been loathed to leave, and had opted to stay for a while and help Viggo clean up the mess. As the evening wore on, though, the snow had continued to fall, and even thicken it's barrage, until a good foot or two of snow covered the ground and any tire tracks left by the fleeing hobbits had been lost to the unblemished crust of new-fallen snow.
Now, midnight was approaching and Orlando's fidgiting could only increase as he hoped for Viggo to ask him if he'd like to stay the night. His prospects weren't looking up, at the moment. And so they sat there, neither speaking, the silence thickening as the snow had till it almost suffocated the young Brit.
"Hey, Vig?"
"Hm?" Viggo murmured, not looking up from whatever he was concentrating on. Orlando couldn't figure out what the man was doing exactly; but whatever it was, he was well consumed by it.
"Would you mind if I just... crashed here for the night?" Orli asked, quickly continuing. "I mean, it's pretty late and the snow's so thick outside. I don't really think it'd be wise to drive, even the few miles back to my place. Especially my place, ya know, cause it's but the ocean and the roads get pretty bad at night and worse when it's cold and snowy like it is..."
"Sure."
Orlando blinked. Well that was easy, he thought, letting out a breath.
Not much later Viggo closed his notebook and set it aside, skewering Orlando with a gaze. "I'll show you to the guest room."
Orli smiled politely and followed, eyes glued to the nicely shaped backside poured into the not-too-tight-not-too-lose jeans and only barely covered by a lose and wore out t-shirt. It was no secret that Orlando fancied Viggo. Unfortunately for the young actor, the object of his fancy seemed to be completely oblivious to his wanton gazes and unadultered worship.
Viggo opened a door to his left and flipped on the light. "If you need anything, my room is across the hall. There are extra blankets in the linen closet between the doors and a kerosene heater should be in the closet if the power goes out; although, it should not be left on while you sleep."
"Thanks, Vig."
"Goodnight, Orlando."
---
It was cold. More than cold, it was freezing. Orli sighed. He didn't want to be ungrateful, but the blankets Viggo had were quite thin and did little to ward off the cold that was seeping into his bones and seizing up his back in the most painful manner. During the night the power had failed, probably due to the amount of snow and ice that had packed itself upon the house and surrounding area; and even with the little kerosene heater lit the cold seemed bent on licking its way into every thing, heedless of the small but blistering heat put-forth from the tiny heater.
He couldn't take it any more. He was cold down to his very marrow and if he didn't get warm soon he'd be visiting the clinic in the morning.
Quietly as possible, Orlando crept from the bed, hissing as his bare feet made contact with the cold, hardwood floor. Barely a creak from the floors or doors heralded his arrival at Viggo's room where he froze.
What the hell had gotten into him? What was he supposed to do? Crawl up in Viggo's bed? Shake the man awake like a frightened child seeking the protection of his father's presence?
Viggo's voice startled him out of his reverie. "What's wrong, Orlando?"
What was wrong? He was cold, definately; but did that merit his silly trek to Viggo's room? And now he'd awakened the man and he really should have just stayed in his own room and tried to stave off the cold all alone...
"I'm cold."
Oh bright one, Orlando. Mouth before brain. Good going. Viggo's sure to think you a blithering idiot now.
"I couldn't sleep."
Even better. Why don't you just say 'Daddy, will you let me sleep with you? Tell me a bedtime story? Chase the monsters away?' Very bright, Orli. Very, very bright.
"Would you mind..."
The lifting of the blankets was his answer and he quickly hopped under them, shivering as the warmth of the sheets and Viggo enveloped him.
"Thank you." He breathed, snuggling under the heavy down blanket. He was still cold, but not as cold as he had been moments ago. If only his shivering would stop.
To his surprise a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him against the warm chest behind him. "Better?" Viggo asked. His warm breath tickling Orlando's ear. With a gulp he nodded, making himself relax and enjoy the embrace inwhich he'd longed to find himself since the man had set foot on the set.
Orlando wanted to purr as Viggo settled himself behind him, almost snuggling against the younger actor's back.
---
Orlando awoke to the feeling of fingers trailing across his abdomen and tracing the elastic of his boxers. Shocked into stillness, Orlando lay there, letting the fingers wander over his flesh. Maybe Viggo was dreaming and he'd stop soon, Orli thought, sure that if the man didn't stop soon they'd both end up very embarassed come morning.
But Viggo didn't stop. In fact, his tongue joined the onslaught, teasing the back of Orlando's neck and ear; the warm breath creating goosebumps in it's wake.
Orlando could feel himself getting hard; and he had to bite back a moan as Viggo's hand slipped beneath his boxers to wrap around the rising flesh. The hand squeezed and pumped him teasingly and Orlando began to wonder just how unconscious Viggo was.
Surely he's dreaming, he thought, almost losing it as teeth nipped at his ear.
"Let me hear you," Viggo's voice rumbled in his ear and Orlando startled, yelping as the hand around his member did not release as he jumped.
"Vi-Viggo?" Wide brown eyes sought pale-blue to find them wide open and clear.
"I want to hear you moan, Orlando," Viggo demanded, hoiceoice firm, but not uncaring. "Moan for me."
The fist gripping him tightened and pumped, drawing a strangled moan from his throat.
This could not be happening. This was NOT happening, Orlando told himself. Oh but it felt so good. He felt like he was losing himself. Viggo's hand was stroking him and teasing him, the pace random but not erratic, driving him to the penacle only to stop him at the edge. He moaned and thrashed as Viggo teased him, grinding his own erection into Orlando's hip, making his desire known.
"Come for me, Orlando."
And he did, screaming Viggo's name as the hot seamen washed over his belly and splattered against the sheets. Orlando watched, dazed, as Viggo brought his hand up to lick the younger man's seed from his fingertips.
"You taste sweet, Orlando," Viggo commented, bringing his lips down to press against Orlando's, flicking his tongue across them bidding him to open.
Orlando moaned as Viggo's tongue invaded his mouth, plundering and claiming.
"Do you want more, Orlando? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Oh god, where did this Viggo come from, Orlando thought, his flesh once more hardening in response. He managed an moaned "please" before Viggo rolled over and rumaged through a drawer, pulling out a condom and a tube of KY.
Viggo quickly prepared him, stroking his organ to distract him from the discomfort. "Are you ready?" Orli nodded, was he ever! "Just relax."
Whatever Orlando had been expecting of sex with Viggo, nothing he'd previously experience or could have dreamt up could compare with the reality of Viggo filling him, of Viggo pushing his gurth into him, of Viggo pounding him into the matress.
And as they lay, dazed in the afterglow, Orlando smiled. No promises had been made, but right now he didn't need any. He was happy just to be laying in Viggo's arms; happy having been fucked by the man he'd been lusting after for months on end. And as he drifted off to sleep, Viggo murmured in his ear.
"Warm now?"
The End.
Love lots, Eärendil