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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,692
Reviews:
4
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.
Slap & Tickle
Pairing: ViggOrliSean
Rating: NC17
Feedback: It helps. :)
Disclaimers: This isn't true. Which is a shame. Untruths abound.
Summary: He hates that he cried. In front of them all, too.
Note: Takes place *after* the kidnapping of Orlando.
SLAP & TICKLE
"Go away." He feels like a petulant child, but what the fuck does he care? Fucking bastards.
"Orli, just open the damned door."
"Fuck. You," he says through clenched teeth.
"Come on, Orlando," another voice says. "It was just meant to wake you up a bit."
Orlando gives up telling them to off off and goes into the bathroom. His stomach stings from Viggo's slaps, fucker doesn't know his own strength. He starts the shower running, turns his hand in the spray until it's hot, then shucks off his jeans.
He hates that he cried. In front of them all, too. Crying just isn't his thing, hasn't been for a few years. He doesn't cry, he laughs. It's just who he is. But this has been building up for some time; the homesickness, and the fucking heartache. How can he keep laughing when he's hurting so much?
Under the spray, the tears wash away. Orlando angles his face towards the water and closes his eyes. He lets it pound in his ears and crash through his brain. Fucking tossers, he thinks. Why can't they just leave it?
=/=
"I fucking hate heights."
"Sean," Viggo murmurs, "we're one floor up. There's only about six feet between you and the ground."
"Six too many. We should've just found a ladder, gone up that way."
"Because that wouldn't have drawn attention at all."
"Oh, and this is subtle, is it?" Sean finally gets up the nerve and swings his legs over the balcony rail, vaulting across the narrow gap onto Orlando's balcony.
"It would be if you'd just fucking be quiet."
Sean makes sure to tread on Viggo's foot as he passes him, grins at the muttered "cunt." They both look at the door, trying to see beyond their reflections into the darkened room.
"Don't think he's in there, Vig."
"So we just wait for him to come back."
"Then what?"
"This was your idea," Viggo points out. "You could apologize."
Sean just growls in response and reaches for the door handle. He gives it an experimental tug, smirks triumphantly as it slides open. They both step inside.
=/=
Orlando emerges from the bathroom still damp, a towel secured at his waist. Immediately spots Sean and Viggo sitting on his bed, their feet up, and frowns.
"Right, then." Sean puts down the magazine he'd been reading and tries not to stare at all that naked flesh.
"What the fuck? Haven't you done enough?" Orlando's trembling as he speaks: not a great sign.
"That's why we're here," Viggo tells him.
"Yeah, we.. Er.. We came to say sorry."
"How did you get in here?"
Sean shrugs, looking sheepish.
"Fuck." Orlando sighs and takes a step back to stop himself from just punching them both. "Apology accepted. Now, please. Leave me alone. I'm tired and I need some fucking sleep."
"We didn't say sorry yet," Viggo says quietly, getting up.
Sean watches him approach a shivering Orlando, and something stirs in his belly. "C'mon Vig. Let's leave him be, eh?" Sean moves his feet off the bed, intent on getting out of there before things get out of hand.
"Not yet," Viggo says, waving a hand at Sean like he's an annoyance.
Orlando's gaze is fixed steadily on Viggo's eyes. He's finding it impossible to look away, can't even hear what's being said any more.
"Don't look so terrified, Elf," Viggo whispers, closing the distance between them with one more step. "Not going to hurt you."
Orlando whimpers, chokes on a sob, coughs. Stills completely the second Viggo touches him, fingertips to his shoulder.
"Vig, what're you doing?"
"Saying sorry. You can l," ," Viggo turns his head to look back at Sean with an all too knowing smile. "If you want to."
Sean mutters something, but stays where he is. Orlando's closed his eyes, shivers when Viggo strokes the ticklish trail over his shou, al, all the way down to the small of his back, circling Orlando as he goes.
Orlando's throat constricts around a gasp when Viggo pulls at his towel until it loosens and falls. He daren't open his eyes in case everything stops. He can hear Sean moving again, pushing up off the mattress. He can feel Viggo going lower, lower, dropping to his knees behind. Oh, fuck.
"So I get to kiss him?"
Shit, Sean must have moved damned fast. Because he's right there, voice a lilting warmth beside Orlando's ear.
"Mm," Viggo hums assent, thumbs cupping Orlando's buttocks. "This pretty ass is mine."
Orlando tenses, then melts into Sean's mouth, falls willingly into arms that catch him, hold him upright. Sorry, the kiss says. The fingers gripping his hair seem to know that yes, this is okay, and they drift, cover the smooth line of Orlando's jaw.
Viggo pushes both thumbs inward, then out again, dips his tongue the the better exposed cleft. Sean holds Orlando steady, quiets him with soft kisses. "Keep hold," he rumbles, going down onto kneeknees as well.
Another whimper when Sean's lips close tight around the head of Orlando's cock, Viggo's tongue trying to bury itself at the same time.
"Fu-uck.." Orlando grips Sean's hair with white-knuckled fingers, desperate to remain upright even though his knees are buckling.
=/=
Orlando's sore all over when he finally wakes up the next day. He can still hear the echoes of skin slapping skin as Viggo fucked him more thoroughly than he's ever been fucked in his life. He can still feel the lingering tickle of Sean's hot breath on his thigh.
He blinks traces of darkness out of his eyes and looks down.
Oh.
Viggo's head, nestled in the narrow curve of Orlando's hip. Just below, Sean's leg, thrown carelessly over Orlando's thigh, foot resting beneath Viggo.
They stayed.
He follows the line of Viggo's body, memorizing angles and smudged bruises and wisps of short black hair. Lookwn awn at his toes, head turned awkwardly to see. Up again, along the tan skin of Sean's calf, past the dark shadow of a nipple, up to his face. Sees bright eyes, open and smiling, looking back at him.
"Morning."
Orlando feels shiny, all the dullness polished away last night by hungry mouths and eager tongues. He feels refreshed, despite the soreness.
He feels happy again.
~END.
Rating: NC17
Feedback: It helps. :)
Disclaimers: This isn't true. Which is a shame. Untruths abound.
Summary: He hates that he cried. In front of them all, too.
Note: Takes place *after* the kidnapping of Orlando.
SLAP & TICKLE
"Go away." He feels like a petulant child, but what the fuck does he care? Fucking bastards.
"Orli, just open the damned door."
"Fuck. You," he says through clenched teeth.
"Come on, Orlando," another voice says. "It was just meant to wake you up a bit."
Orlando gives up telling them to off off and goes into the bathroom. His stomach stings from Viggo's slaps, fucker doesn't know his own strength. He starts the shower running, turns his hand in the spray until it's hot, then shucks off his jeans.
He hates that he cried. In front of them all, too. Crying just isn't his thing, hasn't been for a few years. He doesn't cry, he laughs. It's just who he is. But this has been building up for some time; the homesickness, and the fucking heartache. How can he keep laughing when he's hurting so much?
Under the spray, the tears wash away. Orlando angles his face towards the water and closes his eyes. He lets it pound in his ears and crash through his brain. Fucking tossers, he thinks. Why can't they just leave it?
=/=
"I fucking hate heights."
"Sean," Viggo murmurs, "we're one floor up. There's only about six feet between you and the ground."
"Six too many. We should've just found a ladder, gone up that way."
"Because that wouldn't have drawn attention at all."
"Oh, and this is subtle, is it?" Sean finally gets up the nerve and swings his legs over the balcony rail, vaulting across the narrow gap onto Orlando's balcony.
"It would be if you'd just fucking be quiet."
Sean makes sure to tread on Viggo's foot as he passes him, grins at the muttered "cunt." They both look at the door, trying to see beyond their reflections into the darkened room.
"Don't think he's in there, Vig."
"So we just wait for him to come back."
"Then what?"
"This was your idea," Viggo points out. "You could apologize."
Sean just growls in response and reaches for the door handle. He gives it an experimental tug, smirks triumphantly as it slides open. They both step inside.
=/=
Orlando emerges from the bathroom still damp, a towel secured at his waist. Immediately spots Sean and Viggo sitting on his bed, their feet up, and frowns.
"Right, then." Sean puts down the magazine he'd been reading and tries not to stare at all that naked flesh.
"What the fuck? Haven't you done enough?" Orlando's trembling as he speaks: not a great sign.
"That's why we're here," Viggo tells him.
"Yeah, we.. Er.. We came to say sorry."
"How did you get in here?"
Sean shrugs, looking sheepish.
"Fuck." Orlando sighs and takes a step back to stop himself from just punching them both. "Apology accepted. Now, please. Leave me alone. I'm tired and I need some fucking sleep."
"We didn't say sorry yet," Viggo says quietly, getting up.
Sean watches him approach a shivering Orlando, and something stirs in his belly. "C'mon Vig. Let's leave him be, eh?" Sean moves his feet off the bed, intent on getting out of there before things get out of hand.
"Not yet," Viggo says, waving a hand at Sean like he's an annoyance.
Orlando's gaze is fixed steadily on Viggo's eyes. He's finding it impossible to look away, can't even hear what's being said any more.
"Don't look so terrified, Elf," Viggo whispers, closing the distance between them with one more step. "Not going to hurt you."
Orlando whimpers, chokes on a sob, coughs. Stills completely the second Viggo touches him, fingertips to his shoulder.
"Vig, what're you doing?"
"Saying sorry. You can l," ," Viggo turns his head to look back at Sean with an all too knowing smile. "If you want to."
Sean mutters something, but stays where he is. Orlando's closed his eyes, shivers when Viggo strokes the ticklish trail over his shou, al, all the way down to the small of his back, circling Orlando as he goes.
Orlando's throat constricts around a gasp when Viggo pulls at his towel until it loosens and falls. He daren't open his eyes in case everything stops. He can hear Sean moving again, pushing up off the mattress. He can feel Viggo going lower, lower, dropping to his knees behind. Oh, fuck.
"So I get to kiss him?"
Shit, Sean must have moved damned fast. Because he's right there, voice a lilting warmth beside Orlando's ear.
"Mm," Viggo hums assent, thumbs cupping Orlando's buttocks. "This pretty ass is mine."
Orlando tenses, then melts into Sean's mouth, falls willingly into arms that catch him, hold him upright. Sorry, the kiss says. The fingers gripping his hair seem to know that yes, this is okay, and they drift, cover the smooth line of Orlando's jaw.
Viggo pushes both thumbs inward, then out again, dips his tongue the the better exposed cleft. Sean holds Orlando steady, quiets him with soft kisses. "Keep hold," he rumbles, going down onto kneeknees as well.
Another whimper when Sean's lips close tight around the head of Orlando's cock, Viggo's tongue trying to bury itself at the same time.
"Fu-uck.." Orlando grips Sean's hair with white-knuckled fingers, desperate to remain upright even though his knees are buckling.
=/=
Orlando's sore all over when he finally wakes up the next day. He can still hear the echoes of skin slapping skin as Viggo fucked him more thoroughly than he's ever been fucked in his life. He can still feel the lingering tickle of Sean's hot breath on his thigh.
He blinks traces of darkness out of his eyes and looks down.
Oh.
Viggo's head, nestled in the narrow curve of Orlando's hip. Just below, Sean's leg, thrown carelessly over Orlando's thigh, foot resting beneath Viggo.
They stayed.
He follows the line of Viggo's body, memorizing angles and smudged bruises and wisps of short black hair. Lookwn awn at his toes, head turned awkwardly to see. Up again, along the tan skin of Sean's calf, past the dark shadow of a nipple, up to his face. Sees bright eyes, open and smiling, looking back at him.
"Morning."
Orlando feels shiny, all the dullness polished away last night by hungry mouths and eager tongues. He feels refreshed, despite the soreness.
He feels happy again.
~END.