Playing Doctor
[LotR cast] [Viggo/Orlando] [PG-13]
Playing Doctor
“Was that an insult?”
“Yeah.” A row of pearly white teeth gleamed, almost eerily, in the dark room.
“Why, old man, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Viggo grinned wider, blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “You’re infectious.”
“Now a compliment? God, Vig, you feel all right?”
Viggo covered Orlando’s lips with his own, reveling in the feel of Orlando Bloom against himself, before pulling away, breathless, “You tell me how I feel.”
The reply came, pleasantly stunned. “I… I’m afraid I’ll need a bed to fully assess your condition, Mr. Mortensen.”
Viggo nodded, eyes glittering with an almost predatory glaze, as he led Orlando to the bedroom, and they fell side by side on the plush blankets, wrapped around each other, fingers searching, skin longing, Viggo’s smile lingering on his lips. “And what does the doctor make of my situation?”
“Very,” lips brushed softly, teasingly, against his ear, accompanied by a husky voice, “Very,” then his neck, “Horny,” and at last his lips, eliciting a moan from the older man’s throat.
“Cure me?”
An experienced hand crept to the waistband of Viggo’s boxers as he felt the lips against his fevered skin curve into a smile. “With pleasure.”
-fin-
Playing Doctor
“Was that an insult?”
“Yeah.” A row of pearly white teeth gleamed, almost eerily, in the dark room.
“Why, old man, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Viggo grinned wider, blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “You’re infectious.”
“Now a compliment? God, Vig, you feel all right?”
Viggo covered Orlando’s lips with his own, reveling in the feel of Orlando Bloom against himself, before pulling away, breathless, “You tell me how I feel.”
The reply came, pleasantly stunned. “I… I’m afraid I’ll need a bed to fully assess your condition, Mr. Mortensen.”
Viggo nodded, eyes glittering with an almost predatory glaze, as he led Orlando to the bedroom, and they fell side by side on the plush blankets, wrapped around each other, fingers searching, skin longing, Viggo’s smile lingering on his lips. “And what does the doctor make of my situation?”
“Very,” lips brushed softly, teasingly, against his ear, accompanied by a husky voice, “Very,” then his neck, “Horny,” and at last his lips, eliciting a moan from the older man’s throat.
“Cure me?”
An experienced hand crept to the waistband of Viggo’s boxers as he felt the lips against his fevered skin curve into a smile. “With pleasure.”
-fin-