But We Can Call It Paradise
Title: But We Can Call It Paradise
Author: Moraya
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their love grows slowly, simmering on the backburner until suddenly they realize that heat's not all they need to feed each other.
Disclaimer: This is purely a result of my imagination; whether or not it resembles any truth I neither can say nor know.
Feedback: is something wonderful.
Beta: silvan_lady, thank you, hon! :)
Dedicated to the wonderful tularia!! Happy birthday, sweetie *huggles*
Note: Summary provided by alliwantisanelf. Thank you, dear! :))
Loosely inspired by Duran Duran's 'Save a Prayer' (lyrics), since Tularia loves them. I hope you like my take on this song, too, Tu! :)
But We Can Call It Paradise
As he walked down the streets, his brisk steps on the asphalt echoing through the night, Orlando didn't worry about tomorrow's early call or the off-chance that Viggo wouldn't open his door to him at this late hour.
It wasn't the first time he'd made this trip, walking the couple of blocks to Viggo's house, and he knew exactly what to expect once he was there.
Rounding a street corner, the building came into view, and Orlando could see a light behind what he knew was the window of the bedroom. He grinned wryly to himself at the flicker in the window, the curtains moving, shading the darker silhouette of a man. So Viggo had been waiting for him, knowing just as well as Orlando did, that the younger man couldn't stay away for long.
As he neared the house, walking up the front lawn, the light of the hallway flicked on and moments later the door was opened.
Without a word, Viggo stepped aside to let Orlando enter. He waited for the older man to close the door before attacking him, throwing himself against the hard half-naked body. Their mouths met already open, and Orlando groaned as Viggo's tongue twirled around his hungrily, voraciously fucking his mouth.
Hands tugged at his clothes, popped the buttons of his jeans as they stumbled through the hallway to Viggo's bedroom. He had lost his t-shirt by the time they staggered through the open door, and his unbuttoned pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Tearing his mouth off Viggo's, Orlando shoved them over his arse before sinking on the bed and dragging them completely off, together with his sneakers. He skidded backwards, sinking back on the mattress while Viggo shrugged out of his boxers.
There was familiarity in the way the older man joined him on the bed, covering Orlando's lither body with his own and grinding their erections together. Orlando's arms easily found their place on Viggo's shoulders, dragging him closer.
He felt his body tingling where Viggo's skin touched his. Orlando arched up, clasping at the older man greedily. His cock throbbed with pent up need, and he felt Viggo's own rock hard erection pressing against his groin as Viggo rocked his hips down.
Orlando closed his eyes as the fervour grew with every passing moment, the intensity of his craving for more almost unbearable. All he could do was breath harshly and writhe against Viggo, letting his body do the speaking while his mouth was unable to.
There was no need for words though. Even if this had been the first time, there was no mistaking the way Orlando's hands clutched at Viggo, roamed over his back and arms and arse, urging him on to take what was willingly offered.
He bit back a whine as Viggo lifted himself up on one hand, severing momentarily the contact of skin against skin to reach into the night stand and get the needed condom and lube. Orlando panted as he opened his eyes and watched Viggo opening the tube, squinting some of the clear gel on his fingers.
Viggo's eyes found his then, and for a fleeting moment there was something else in the air other than a mutual need for sexual gratification. Orlando blinked, and it was gone, so he shuffled underneath Viggo and rolled over on his stomach, pulling one leg up and bending it at the knee.
Warm fingers spread his buttocks, then he felt the cool wetness of a lube covered digit against his entrance. Orlando pushed backwards as Viggo pressed down, and the slick finger slid smoothly deep into him. Grinding his hips back, Orlando moaned throatily as the first finger was quickly joined by another one.
Preparation was always hurried, a necessity only, and Viggo twisted and spread his fingers in Orlando's arse hastily until the young man inched away, forcing the digits to leave his body, and tossed the condom, from where it had lain beside the pillow, back to Viggo.
He heard the wrapper being torn open, and the sound of the latex being stretched as Viggo dragged it over his cock. Orlando pulled himself up on his knees, pushing his arse up in the air wantonly and his head into the pillows, blatantly offering himself.
Viggo's fingers spreading his arse elicited a moan from Orlando, then the thick lube-slick tip of the older man's cock nudged at his hole. Biting his lips, Orlando relished the sweet burning pressure of the cock being thrust deep into him. The older man stilled once he was buried up to the hilt, taking hold of Orlando's hips before slowly dragging back.
Orlando groaned as his arse adjusted to the hot intrusion and the next shove of Viggo's cock grazed over his sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure spiralling from his groin through his entire body. He ground back against the ruthless shoves as well as he could, forcing them to be as harsh and deep as possible.
He could hear Viggo's grunts mingling with the smacking noise of their skin meeting over and over, the sloshing squeaks of lube and latex, and his own breathy moans against the pillow under his head - possibly the loudest sounds of all. Worming one of his hands under his body, he braced the other against the wooden head board as Viggo picked up the restless pace, and each thrust shoved him a bit further forward.
Orlando felt the urge to come swell, filling him to bursting with every new jab of the thick length into his hole until he was sure he would just explode if it didn't happen right now. The bed creaked dangerously, and Viggo slammed himself harshly downwards, causing Orlando to cry out.
Feverishly Orlando grabbed his own drooling cock, pulling on it harshly two, three times. Viggo's fingers clawed into his hips, and with a shout Orlando felt the tension uncurling abruptly, his cock erupting, splattering hot come over his hand and the bed sheet.
Viggo kept thrusting into his clenching hole, sending more jolts of ecstasy blazing through Orlando's shaking body. The older man groaned as his shoves became erratic and with a last hard slam into the young man, he came too, shuddering as his release spilled into the condom.
Orlando let himself slide onto his stomach as Viggo pulled out and away from him, breathing open-mouthed, and trembling in the aftermath. There was sticky semen under his belly, gluing the sheet to his skin as it cooled and he couldn't care less.
* * * * *
Orlando had dragged his still euphoria ridden body off of the bed shortly afterwards, as Viggo came back from the bathroom. His eyes flickered quickly to Viggo's face as he passed him on his way to clean up himself.
As easy as the sex always was, the afterwards was loaded with a strange tension every time, and the shift back from being something more than just friends was sluggish and edgy.
Orlando quickly washed traces of come and lube from his body, before going back into the bedroom, dressing without looking at Viggo. He wasn't being kicked out, there wasn't any word offered at all from either of them - as if refraining from speaking was making what they were doing less real, less true.
And maybe it was, but then again, maybe it just meant that both of them were just too damn cowardly to allow it to become more than pure sex, more than just using each other to get off without having to go through the motions of finding a willing partner. And yet, Orlando was starting to realize that they were fooling themselves by pretending there wasn't anything more to it.
What they had had over the last months was more than a one-night-stand - okay, several - even though during each encounter it felt exactly like that. No strings attached, no questions asked, getting in and out with an absolute minimum of fuss and a hell of a lot of pleasure. Just as it should be.
Throwing one last glance at Viggo sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out into the dark night behind the window, Orlando wondered if the other man felt it as well. He moved through the silent hallway and let himself out of the house.
* * * * *
If anyone noticed that he was even quieter than usual during an early call, they didn't say and left Orlando to his steaming cup of coffee. He looked up quickly as Viggo entered the trailer, catching a glimpse of him in the make up mirror as the older man put his notes on a table hidden under a crowd of assorted stuff left over from all the months of use.
His 'morning' was mumbled and Orlando's answer was spoken to the coffee.
Orlando closed his eyes as he sipped the strong hot liquid, and the hand that suddenly appeared on his shoulder blade and started to knead the muscle, startled him. He yelped as some scorching coffee spilled out and ran over his chin, but it was Viggo's fingers on him, through the fabric of his t-shirt that seemed to burn him.
His eyes met Viggo's in the mirror briefly before he looked down, snatching a tissue out of the box on the make up table as he tore himself away from Viggo's fingers. When he looked up again, Viggo was in another corner of the trailer and Orlando sank back into his seat, mopping up the spilled coffee.
He only looked at Viggo again when they were King and Elf some time later and heading off for another day in Middle Earth.
* * * * *
The next time Orlando thought about a midnight trip to Viggo's, he stepped under the shower instead, turned the water to icy and shivered all the time it took him to wank himself off.
* * * * *
A couple of days later, Viggo cornered him during lunch break, whirling him off to a secluded spot and they talked about anything and nothing at all. Their legs touched as they sat next to each other, and their hands kept brushing against the other. It would have been nothing but innocent friendliness if it had been with someone else.
* * * * *
Orlando kept watching Viggo every chance he got, in and out of costume. It was easier when he was Legolas; he could pretend it was just Legolas watching Aragorn then, and when his staring prompted Aragorn to throw an answering glance at Legolas, it was just that.
* * * * *
Somehow, their friendship had managed to stay a separate thing, untouched by what else there was or wasn't between them. The tension of uncertainty flared up in brief flashes only, never lasting long enough to require acknowledging.
But the end of their physical relationship hadn't put an end to Orlando's craving for Viggo's touch. Every hug, every pat on his shoulder, every brush of their bodies, however unintentional, send tingles to his nerves ends. He felt as if he was continuously on a high - not from adrenaline, it was nothing compared to jumping from bridges or out of planes - but it wasn't that different either; heart pounding up in his throat included.
And what was keeping him from going back anyway? This was too little; why had it felt as if it was becoming too much that one night?
The door bell rang, echoed through the open space of his living room and out to the back porch, interrupting Orlando's ponderings and he yelled loudly at whoever it was to come around to the back. It was a Sunday afternoon, sunny and with a bright blue sky; the first day in what felt like forever that he could just laze around. Orlando wasn't going to move one millimetre from the deck chair.
"Enjoying the sun?" Viggo asked from the beach, and Orlando jerked upright.
He blinked before laying back and lazily said, "yeah."
Viggo came up to him, sitting in a chair opposite, waiting for Orlando to open his eyes again and face him. Orlando squinted at the sun that shone right into his face preventing him from seeing Viggo's features clearly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked finally, feeling like hitting himself right afterwards for the way the words had come tumbling out of his mouth.
"I need a reason to visit my favourite elf?" Viggo asked, and Orlando wanted to ask what that meant for Viggo.
"Not really," he said instead. "But the elf might demand a bounty from filthy humans that want the elf to spend time with them… did you bring any beer? The hobbits drank my last yesterday."
Viggo chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint."
"You don't." Orlando heard himself say, his eyes opening wide as his brain registered the words.
He wasn't sure how he looked to Viggo, but it made the older man stand up and crouch down next to Orlando's chair. He could see his face now, could see how the grey in his eyes sparkled, almost drowning out the flashes of colour he knew were there.
Gathering all his courage, and jumping off the bridge, Orlando whispered, "You never could."
"I think I did," Viggo answered just as softly, "I didn't mean to, but I did."
"Why… what do you mean?" Orlando needed to know.
Viggo's hand covered his, warm and rough, and Orlando glanced down, looking at their clasped hands lying on his thigh. As he looked back at Viggo's face, it was right in front of his, their mouths just an inch apart.
Viggo leaned in, and Orlando breathed out as he felt the warm softness of lips against his own, the stubble of Aragorn's beard lightly scratching against his cheek. He parted his lips at the feel of Viggo's tongue wetly stroking over his mouth.
It was nothing like all the heated kisses they'd shared before; Orlando had never known that a kiss could be this slow or this sweet. He heard himself whimpering as Viggo's tongue invited his to dance, twirling leisurely around.
When they parted for breath, Viggo's forehead rested against Orlando's and Orlando smiled, feeling utterly content.
"I mean this," Viggo said, and pressed his lips fleetingly against Orlando's. "I should have done this so much sooner."
"Maybe," Orlando said, "but… I don't think it would have felt like this before." He wound his fingers through Viggo’s hair, tugging him closer and kissing him once again.
"How does it feel now?" Viggo asked against his mouth.
Orlando smiled, feeling Viggo's words move over his lips. "Like everything I ever wanted and never knew. Like paradise."
THE END
Author: Moraya
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their love grows slowly, simmering on the backburner until suddenly they realize that heat's not all they need to feed each other.
Disclaimer: This is purely a result of my imagination; whether or not it resembles any truth I neither can say nor know.
Feedback: is something wonderful.
Beta: silvan_lady, thank you, hon! :)
Dedicated to the wonderful tularia!! Happy birthday, sweetie *huggles*
Note: Summary provided by alliwantisanelf. Thank you, dear! :))
Loosely inspired by Duran Duran's 'Save a Prayer' (lyrics), since Tularia loves them. I hope you like my take on this song, too, Tu! :)
But We Can Call It Paradise
As he walked down the streets, his brisk steps on the asphalt echoing through the night, Orlando didn't worry about tomorrow's early call or the off-chance that Viggo wouldn't open his door to him at this late hour.
It wasn't the first time he'd made this trip, walking the couple of blocks to Viggo's house, and he knew exactly what to expect once he was there.
Rounding a street corner, the building came into view, and Orlando could see a light behind what he knew was the window of the bedroom. He grinned wryly to himself at the flicker in the window, the curtains moving, shading the darker silhouette of a man. So Viggo had been waiting for him, knowing just as well as Orlando did, that the younger man couldn't stay away for long.
As he neared the house, walking up the front lawn, the light of the hallway flicked on and moments later the door was opened.
Without a word, Viggo stepped aside to let Orlando enter. He waited for the older man to close the door before attacking him, throwing himself against the hard half-naked body. Their mouths met already open, and Orlando groaned as Viggo's tongue twirled around his hungrily, voraciously fucking his mouth.
Hands tugged at his clothes, popped the buttons of his jeans as they stumbled through the hallway to Viggo's bedroom. He had lost his t-shirt by the time they staggered through the open door, and his unbuttoned pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Tearing his mouth off Viggo's, Orlando shoved them over his arse before sinking on the bed and dragging them completely off, together with his sneakers. He skidded backwards, sinking back on the mattress while Viggo shrugged out of his boxers.
There was familiarity in the way the older man joined him on the bed, covering Orlando's lither body with his own and grinding their erections together. Orlando's arms easily found their place on Viggo's shoulders, dragging him closer.
He felt his body tingling where Viggo's skin touched his. Orlando arched up, clasping at the older man greedily. His cock throbbed with pent up need, and he felt Viggo's own rock hard erection pressing against his groin as Viggo rocked his hips down.
Orlando closed his eyes as the fervour grew with every passing moment, the intensity of his craving for more almost unbearable. All he could do was breath harshly and writhe against Viggo, letting his body do the speaking while his mouth was unable to.
There was no need for words though. Even if this had been the first time, there was no mistaking the way Orlando's hands clutched at Viggo, roamed over his back and arms and arse, urging him on to take what was willingly offered.
He bit back a whine as Viggo lifted himself up on one hand, severing momentarily the contact of skin against skin to reach into the night stand and get the needed condom and lube. Orlando panted as he opened his eyes and watched Viggo opening the tube, squinting some of the clear gel on his fingers.
Viggo's eyes found his then, and for a fleeting moment there was something else in the air other than a mutual need for sexual gratification. Orlando blinked, and it was gone, so he shuffled underneath Viggo and rolled over on his stomach, pulling one leg up and bending it at the knee.
Warm fingers spread his buttocks, then he felt the cool wetness of a lube covered digit against his entrance. Orlando pushed backwards as Viggo pressed down, and the slick finger slid smoothly deep into him. Grinding his hips back, Orlando moaned throatily as the first finger was quickly joined by another one.
Preparation was always hurried, a necessity only, and Viggo twisted and spread his fingers in Orlando's arse hastily until the young man inched away, forcing the digits to leave his body, and tossed the condom, from where it had lain beside the pillow, back to Viggo.
He heard the wrapper being torn open, and the sound of the latex being stretched as Viggo dragged it over his cock. Orlando pulled himself up on his knees, pushing his arse up in the air wantonly and his head into the pillows, blatantly offering himself.
Viggo's fingers spreading his arse elicited a moan from Orlando, then the thick lube-slick tip of the older man's cock nudged at his hole. Biting his lips, Orlando relished the sweet burning pressure of the cock being thrust deep into him. The older man stilled once he was buried up to the hilt, taking hold of Orlando's hips before slowly dragging back.
Orlando groaned as his arse adjusted to the hot intrusion and the next shove of Viggo's cock grazed over his sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure spiralling from his groin through his entire body. He ground back against the ruthless shoves as well as he could, forcing them to be as harsh and deep as possible.
He could hear Viggo's grunts mingling with the smacking noise of their skin meeting over and over, the sloshing squeaks of lube and latex, and his own breathy moans against the pillow under his head - possibly the loudest sounds of all. Worming one of his hands under his body, he braced the other against the wooden head board as Viggo picked up the restless pace, and each thrust shoved him a bit further forward.
Orlando felt the urge to come swell, filling him to bursting with every new jab of the thick length into his hole until he was sure he would just explode if it didn't happen right now. The bed creaked dangerously, and Viggo slammed himself harshly downwards, causing Orlando to cry out.
Feverishly Orlando grabbed his own drooling cock, pulling on it harshly two, three times. Viggo's fingers clawed into his hips, and with a shout Orlando felt the tension uncurling abruptly, his cock erupting, splattering hot come over his hand and the bed sheet.
Viggo kept thrusting into his clenching hole, sending more jolts of ecstasy blazing through Orlando's shaking body. The older man groaned as his shoves became erratic and with a last hard slam into the young man, he came too, shuddering as his release spilled into the condom.
Orlando let himself slide onto his stomach as Viggo pulled out and away from him, breathing open-mouthed, and trembling in the aftermath. There was sticky semen under his belly, gluing the sheet to his skin as it cooled and he couldn't care less.
* * * * *
Orlando had dragged his still euphoria ridden body off of the bed shortly afterwards, as Viggo came back from the bathroom. His eyes flickered quickly to Viggo's face as he passed him on his way to clean up himself.
As easy as the sex always was, the afterwards was loaded with a strange tension every time, and the shift back from being something more than just friends was sluggish and edgy.
Orlando quickly washed traces of come and lube from his body, before going back into the bedroom, dressing without looking at Viggo. He wasn't being kicked out, there wasn't any word offered at all from either of them - as if refraining from speaking was making what they were doing less real, less true.
And maybe it was, but then again, maybe it just meant that both of them were just too damn cowardly to allow it to become more than pure sex, more than just using each other to get off without having to go through the motions of finding a willing partner. And yet, Orlando was starting to realize that they were fooling themselves by pretending there wasn't anything more to it.
What they had had over the last months was more than a one-night-stand - okay, several - even though during each encounter it felt exactly like that. No strings attached, no questions asked, getting in and out with an absolute minimum of fuss and a hell of a lot of pleasure. Just as it should be.
Throwing one last glance at Viggo sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out into the dark night behind the window, Orlando wondered if the other man felt it as well. He moved through the silent hallway and let himself out of the house.
* * * * *
If anyone noticed that he was even quieter than usual during an early call, they didn't say and left Orlando to his steaming cup of coffee. He looked up quickly as Viggo entered the trailer, catching a glimpse of him in the make up mirror as the older man put his notes on a table hidden under a crowd of assorted stuff left over from all the months of use.
His 'morning' was mumbled and Orlando's answer was spoken to the coffee.
Orlando closed his eyes as he sipped the strong hot liquid, and the hand that suddenly appeared on his shoulder blade and started to knead the muscle, startled him. He yelped as some scorching coffee spilled out and ran over his chin, but it was Viggo's fingers on him, through the fabric of his t-shirt that seemed to burn him.
His eyes met Viggo's in the mirror briefly before he looked down, snatching a tissue out of the box on the make up table as he tore himself away from Viggo's fingers. When he looked up again, Viggo was in another corner of the trailer and Orlando sank back into his seat, mopping up the spilled coffee.
He only looked at Viggo again when they were King and Elf some time later and heading off for another day in Middle Earth.
* * * * *
The next time Orlando thought about a midnight trip to Viggo's, he stepped under the shower instead, turned the water to icy and shivered all the time it took him to wank himself off.
* * * * *
A couple of days later, Viggo cornered him during lunch break, whirling him off to a secluded spot and they talked about anything and nothing at all. Their legs touched as they sat next to each other, and their hands kept brushing against the other. It would have been nothing but innocent friendliness if it had been with someone else.
* * * * *
Orlando kept watching Viggo every chance he got, in and out of costume. It was easier when he was Legolas; he could pretend it was just Legolas watching Aragorn then, and when his staring prompted Aragorn to throw an answering glance at Legolas, it was just that.
* * * * *
Somehow, their friendship had managed to stay a separate thing, untouched by what else there was or wasn't between them. The tension of uncertainty flared up in brief flashes only, never lasting long enough to require acknowledging.
But the end of their physical relationship hadn't put an end to Orlando's craving for Viggo's touch. Every hug, every pat on his shoulder, every brush of their bodies, however unintentional, send tingles to his nerves ends. He felt as if he was continuously on a high - not from adrenaline, it was nothing compared to jumping from bridges or out of planes - but it wasn't that different either; heart pounding up in his throat included.
And what was keeping him from going back anyway? This was too little; why had it felt as if it was becoming too much that one night?
The door bell rang, echoed through the open space of his living room and out to the back porch, interrupting Orlando's ponderings and he yelled loudly at whoever it was to come around to the back. It was a Sunday afternoon, sunny and with a bright blue sky; the first day in what felt like forever that he could just laze around. Orlando wasn't going to move one millimetre from the deck chair.
"Enjoying the sun?" Viggo asked from the beach, and Orlando jerked upright.
He blinked before laying back and lazily said, "yeah."
Viggo came up to him, sitting in a chair opposite, waiting for Orlando to open his eyes again and face him. Orlando squinted at the sun that shone right into his face preventing him from seeing Viggo's features clearly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked finally, feeling like hitting himself right afterwards for the way the words had come tumbling out of his mouth.
"I need a reason to visit my favourite elf?" Viggo asked, and Orlando wanted to ask what that meant for Viggo.
"Not really," he said instead. "But the elf might demand a bounty from filthy humans that want the elf to spend time with them… did you bring any beer? The hobbits drank my last yesterday."
Viggo chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint."
"You don't." Orlando heard himself say, his eyes opening wide as his brain registered the words.
He wasn't sure how he looked to Viggo, but it made the older man stand up and crouch down next to Orlando's chair. He could see his face now, could see how the grey in his eyes sparkled, almost drowning out the flashes of colour he knew were there.
Gathering all his courage, and jumping off the bridge, Orlando whispered, "You never could."
"I think I did," Viggo answered just as softly, "I didn't mean to, but I did."
"Why… what do you mean?" Orlando needed to know.
Viggo's hand covered his, warm and rough, and Orlando glanced down, looking at their clasped hands lying on his thigh. As he looked back at Viggo's face, it was right in front of his, their mouths just an inch apart.
Viggo leaned in, and Orlando breathed out as he felt the warm softness of lips against his own, the stubble of Aragorn's beard lightly scratching against his cheek. He parted his lips at the feel of Viggo's tongue wetly stroking over his mouth.
It was nothing like all the heated kisses they'd shared before; Orlando had never known that a kiss could be this slow or this sweet. He heard himself whimpering as Viggo's tongue invited his to dance, twirling leisurely around.
When they parted for breath, Viggo's forehead rested against Orlando's and Orlando smiled, feeling utterly content.
"I mean this," Viggo said, and pressed his lips fleetingly against Orlando's. "I should have done this so much sooner."
"Maybe," Orlando said, "but… I don't think it would have felt like this before." He wound his fingers through Viggo’s hair, tugging him closer and kissing him once again.
"How does it feel now?" Viggo asked against his mouth.
Orlando smiled, feeling Viggo's words move over his lips. "Like everything I ever wanted and never knew. Like paradise."
THE END