Fic: Sleigh Ride
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Title: Sleigh Ride
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for the 12 Songs of Christmas Challenge. My song was obviously "Sleigh Ride."
Disclaimer: I don't not know or have knowledge of Viggo Mortensen or Orlando Bloom. This story is complete fiction and no profit is being made from it.
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miss_ariel
Note: All lyrics quoted are from "Sleigh Ride."
Viggo smiled as he watched Orlando singing along to “Jingle Bells” with the Hobbits. He was dimly aware of Elijah filming, of Dom and Billy egging each other on from their positions across from each other, but he only had eyes for his lover. It was good to see Orlando relaxed like this. Sometimes on set he got too caught up in trying to be perfect, in trying to “measure up” as he once put it to Viggo. But with only Viggo and the Hobbits for company during the break from filming, he allowed himself to have fun.
Orlando made a beautiful if not odd picture. He was in costume, but most of it was covered by the heavy coat he’d wrapped around himself and the hat he’d stolen from Viggo. The complexion and the ears were Legolas’, but the smile and the laughter in his eyes was pure Orli. Always a delightful mix of contradictions, it was no wonder Viggo hadn’t been able to resist him. Not that he’d tried. No, he’d fallen quite willingly into Orlando’s bed.
“Jingle Bells” transitioned into “Sleigh Ride.” Then during a bastardized version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” Dom leapt from his chair and made a grab for the hat. Orli defended it admirably and loudly making Viggo laugh. He’d taken the hat on the pretext of needing to protect his wig from the ever present wind, but Viggo knew better. It was the equivalent of wearing your boyfriend’s letter jacket. A few months into a relationship they’d yet to define, Viggo was more than happy to be claimed by Orlando. Despite his advanced age and supposed wisdom, given a chance he’d tattoo “Taken” on Orlando’s forehead and maybe “Property of Viggo Mortensen” across his ass for good measure.
Viggo shook his head at his own foolishness. Discussions of things like belonging and intention had been forsaken in favor of adding a lot of hot sex to an already strong friendship. They had made no promises, no declarations of exclusivity although Viggo knew there simply weren’t enough hours in the day for either of them to being seeing anyone else. They were taking each day as it came. And Viggo was content with that at least that’s what he kept telling himself. He was thankfully stopped from further musings when Peter called them all back to work.
It was hours later that he heard Orlando humming as he stripped and got ready for bed. Filming had gone on much longer than planned although that was the norm rather than the exception. Viggo had wanted to do nothing more than eat something and collapse into bed before he had to get up and do the same thing all over again. He’d been absurdly grateful when Orlando showed up at his door with take out shortly after he’d gotten home. This was something else they didn’t talked about, but they hadn’t spent a night apart in almost two months. They split time between their homes following some unspoken pattern they seemed to know by instinct.
Orlando was singing now, softly, but still loudly enough for Viggo to make out the words. “Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.”
“Orli, you know Christmas is months away.” Viggo rolled on to his side so he could see Orlando better from his position on the bed.
“It’s cold out.” Orlando stopped singing and shrugged. “It’s all Lij’s fault anyway. He started it with ‘Jingle Bell.’”
“I don’t see Elijah here now,” Viggo teased.
“I should fucking hope not.” Orlando whipped around so he was facing Viggo a horrified expression on his face. “It’s one thing for him to know we’re shagging, but he doesn’t need visual proof. Especially not while he’s got that video camera glued to his face.”
“You don’t usually object to being on camera,” Viggo challenged raising his eyebrows.
“It’ll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives.” Orlando sang to him. “Not quite love,” he snorted. “Some things need to be kept private.”
‘Since I can guarantee our privacy, why don’t we forget about the Christmas carols and get on with the shagging?” Viggo held out his hand inviting Orlando to join him on the bed.
Orlando crossed his arms and glared at Viggo. The effect was lost without his clothes. “I like Christmas songs. They’re nice, comforting. Everyone’s always happy in them decorating, snuggling by the fire, playing in the snow. They’re with their families, the people they love.”
Viggo couldn’t miss the challenge in those last words. They were back to those things neither of them seemed willing to say. Viggo thought he saw the words in the way Orlando looked at him sometimes; he knew they were the words he couldn’t force off his tongue. The rush of feeling he felt for Orlando hadn’t been able to overcome the cowardice caused by years of giving his heart too quickly and unwisely. He couldn’t explain Orlando’s hesitation, but his own fears told him Orlando was leaving his options open that he was uncertain and unwilling to commit.
Even knowing this was the perfect opportunity to say something; Viggo took the easy way out. “Orli,” he groaned in frustration. “Just come to bed.”
“We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather should be. Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.” Orlando raised his eyebrow in challenge as he sang. But he made his way to the bed swaying slightly to the music.
He was beautiful, Viggo thought. Sexy and unselfconscious, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Orlando. Viggo turned so he was lying on his back again, and pulled Orlando down on top of him as soon as he was close enough. “You want a ride, Orli?” he practically growled.
“Oh yeah,” Orlando answered in a husky whisper before leaning down to kiss Viggo. The kiss was deep and messy. Orlando shoved his tongue into Viggo’s mouth as he shifted to push his rapidly hardening cock against Viggo’s own erection.
Viggo threaded his fingers through Orlando’s hair holding him in place as the kiss continued. Viggo knew this kiss, knew what it meant. It would be hard and fast tonight. He and Orlando had found a hundred ways to love each other, slow and gentle, blindfolded and begging, slick and humid in the shower, desperate and needy like it would be tonight. It was always perfect, always what they needed.
Using his free hand, Viggo reached for the lube and condoms he’d taken to keeping under his pillow. He pulled Orlando forward and unto his knees so he could reach him with slick fingers. Orlando moaned his acceptance as Viggo pushed first one finger into his body. The first finger was followed quickly by a second then a third. This wasn’t the time for a long drawn out preparation, but Viggo made sure Orlando stilled enjoyed the process.
Orlando continued kissing Viggo leaving his mouth for his jaw, his neck. Finally burying his face in Viggo’s shoulder and biting and sucking at the skin there. His hands roamed restlessly across Viggo’s body stopping to pinch a nipple or caress his balls. When Viggo’s fingers slipped from his body, Orlando reached for a condom quickly sheathing Viggo’s cock then coating it with lube.
After one last kiss, Orlando lifted himself up and away from Viggo before slowly lowering himself onto Viggo’s cock. “Oh my God, Viggo it’s. . .”
“Perfect,” Viggo finished for him. The feeling of Orlando’s body surrounding him coupled with the vision Orlando made above him was sheer perfection. Orlando’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Viggo reached up to touch his face not bothering to guard his own expressions. What he saw when Orlando opened his eyes took his breath away.
But he couldn’t stop to think about that because Orlando began to move. He began rising and lowering himself on Viggo’s cock again and again. Each thrust a little deeper, each movement a little faster. Viggo moved one hand to Orlando’s hip wanting to feel the rhythm of his body. With his other hand, he grasped Orlando’s erection stroking the hot silky skin. He rolled his hips to match Orlando’s movements, and they moved together for what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been much more than a few minutes.
Viggo heard Orlando shout his name, but he barely recognized the feel of Orlando’s cock pulsing in his hand when his own climax began. Overwhelmed, as he always was with Orlando, by the intensity and pleasure of his orgasm, Viggo closed his eyes and let sensation carry him. It was too much; it wasn’t enough; it was everything.
Later they lay later together, Orlando’s arm and leg thrown across Viggo’s body. He’d been amazed at how easily he adjusted to sleeping with someone again. Surprised at how much he craves it. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Orlando lifted his head from his shoulder.
“Vig, will you spend Christmas with me?” he asked quietly.
“This year?” he asked carefully. Viggo turned so he could see Orlando. Everything he thought he saw, wondered if he had imagined, was there on Orlando’s face. He couldn’t miss what Orlando was telling him.
“Every year,” Orlando corrected him a slight hesitation in his voice. “If that’s what you want, I mean. . .”
“Orli,” Viggo pressed his finger to Orlando’s lips to stop him from qualifying his statement. “I’d love to spend Christmas with you. There’s no one I’d rather be with.” Viggo smiled and let his feelings show. “I want every Christmas with you.”
“Good,” was all Orlando said, but his smile said everything else. He snuggled back into Viggo’s side and quickly fell asleep.
Viggo held Orlando closely to him and felt something inside him loosen, relax. They would have the words now. He would tell Orlando in the morning, but for now it was enough to know they both felt the same way. He smiled as heard Orlando humming in his sleep. This time he added the words himself as he drifted off to sleep. “These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
carefullykissed, I'm posting it here mainly so I can find it if I ever need to.Title: Sleigh Ride
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for the 12 Songs of Christmas Challenge. My song was obviously "Sleigh Ride."
Disclaimer: I don't not know or have knowledge of Viggo Mortensen or Orlando Bloom. This story is complete fiction and no profit is being made from it.
Beta: The busy, but always helpful and encouraging
miss_arielNote: All lyrics quoted are from "Sleigh Ride."
Viggo smiled as he watched Orlando singing along to “Jingle Bells” with the Hobbits. He was dimly aware of Elijah filming, of Dom and Billy egging each other on from their positions across from each other, but he only had eyes for his lover. It was good to see Orlando relaxed like this. Sometimes on set he got too caught up in trying to be perfect, in trying to “measure up” as he once put it to Viggo. But with only Viggo and the Hobbits for company during the break from filming, he allowed himself to have fun.
Orlando made a beautiful if not odd picture. He was in costume, but most of it was covered by the heavy coat he’d wrapped around himself and the hat he’d stolen from Viggo. The complexion and the ears were Legolas’, but the smile and the laughter in his eyes was pure Orli. Always a delightful mix of contradictions, it was no wonder Viggo hadn’t been able to resist him. Not that he’d tried. No, he’d fallen quite willingly into Orlando’s bed.
“Jingle Bells” transitioned into “Sleigh Ride.” Then during a bastardized version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” Dom leapt from his chair and made a grab for the hat. Orli defended it admirably and loudly making Viggo laugh. He’d taken the hat on the pretext of needing to protect his wig from the ever present wind, but Viggo knew better. It was the equivalent of wearing your boyfriend’s letter jacket. A few months into a relationship they’d yet to define, Viggo was more than happy to be claimed by Orlando. Despite his advanced age and supposed wisdom, given a chance he’d tattoo “Taken” on Orlando’s forehead and maybe “Property of Viggo Mortensen” across his ass for good measure.
Viggo shook his head at his own foolishness. Discussions of things like belonging and intention had been forsaken in favor of adding a lot of hot sex to an already strong friendship. They had made no promises, no declarations of exclusivity although Viggo knew there simply weren’t enough hours in the day for either of them to being seeing anyone else. They were taking each day as it came. And Viggo was content with that at least that’s what he kept telling himself. He was thankfully stopped from further musings when Peter called them all back to work.
It was hours later that he heard Orlando humming as he stripped and got ready for bed. Filming had gone on much longer than planned although that was the norm rather than the exception. Viggo had wanted to do nothing more than eat something and collapse into bed before he had to get up and do the same thing all over again. He’d been absurdly grateful when Orlando showed up at his door with take out shortly after he’d gotten home. This was something else they didn’t talked about, but they hadn’t spent a night apart in almost two months. They split time between their homes following some unspoken pattern they seemed to know by instinct.
Orlando was singing now, softly, but still loudly enough for Viggo to make out the words. “Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.”
“Orli, you know Christmas is months away.” Viggo rolled on to his side so he could see Orlando better from his position on the bed.
“It’s cold out.” Orlando stopped singing and shrugged. “It’s all Lij’s fault anyway. He started it with ‘Jingle Bell.’”
“I don’t see Elijah here now,” Viggo teased.
“I should fucking hope not.” Orlando whipped around so he was facing Viggo a horrified expression on his face. “It’s one thing for him to know we’re shagging, but he doesn’t need visual proof. Especially not while he’s got that video camera glued to his face.”
“You don’t usually object to being on camera,” Viggo challenged raising his eyebrows.
“It’ll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives.” Orlando sang to him. “Not quite love,” he snorted. “Some things need to be kept private.”
‘Since I can guarantee our privacy, why don’t we forget about the Christmas carols and get on with the shagging?” Viggo held out his hand inviting Orlando to join him on the bed.
Orlando crossed his arms and glared at Viggo. The effect was lost without his clothes. “I like Christmas songs. They’re nice, comforting. Everyone’s always happy in them decorating, snuggling by the fire, playing in the snow. They’re with their families, the people they love.”
Viggo couldn’t miss the challenge in those last words. They were back to those things neither of them seemed willing to say. Viggo thought he saw the words in the way Orlando looked at him sometimes; he knew they were the words he couldn’t force off his tongue. The rush of feeling he felt for Orlando hadn’t been able to overcome the cowardice caused by years of giving his heart too quickly and unwisely. He couldn’t explain Orlando’s hesitation, but his own fears told him Orlando was leaving his options open that he was uncertain and unwilling to commit.
Even knowing this was the perfect opportunity to say something; Viggo took the easy way out. “Orli,” he groaned in frustration. “Just come to bed.”
“We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather should be. Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.” Orlando raised his eyebrow in challenge as he sang. But he made his way to the bed swaying slightly to the music.
He was beautiful, Viggo thought. Sexy and unselfconscious, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Orlando. Viggo turned so he was lying on his back again, and pulled Orlando down on top of him as soon as he was close enough. “You want a ride, Orli?” he practically growled.
“Oh yeah,” Orlando answered in a husky whisper before leaning down to kiss Viggo. The kiss was deep and messy. Orlando shoved his tongue into Viggo’s mouth as he shifted to push his rapidly hardening cock against Viggo’s own erection.
Viggo threaded his fingers through Orlando’s hair holding him in place as the kiss continued. Viggo knew this kiss, knew what it meant. It would be hard and fast tonight. He and Orlando had found a hundred ways to love each other, slow and gentle, blindfolded and begging, slick and humid in the shower, desperate and needy like it would be tonight. It was always perfect, always what they needed.
Using his free hand, Viggo reached for the lube and condoms he’d taken to keeping under his pillow. He pulled Orlando forward and unto his knees so he could reach him with slick fingers. Orlando moaned his acceptance as Viggo pushed first one finger into his body. The first finger was followed quickly by a second then a third. This wasn’t the time for a long drawn out preparation, but Viggo made sure Orlando stilled enjoyed the process.
Orlando continued kissing Viggo leaving his mouth for his jaw, his neck. Finally burying his face in Viggo’s shoulder and biting and sucking at the skin there. His hands roamed restlessly across Viggo’s body stopping to pinch a nipple or caress his balls. When Viggo’s fingers slipped from his body, Orlando reached for a condom quickly sheathing Viggo’s cock then coating it with lube.
After one last kiss, Orlando lifted himself up and away from Viggo before slowly lowering himself onto Viggo’s cock. “Oh my God, Viggo it’s. . .”
“Perfect,” Viggo finished for him. The feeling of Orlando’s body surrounding him coupled with the vision Orlando made above him was sheer perfection. Orlando’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Viggo reached up to touch his face not bothering to guard his own expressions. What he saw when Orlando opened his eyes took his breath away.
But he couldn’t stop to think about that because Orlando began to move. He began rising and lowering himself on Viggo’s cock again and again. Each thrust a little deeper, each movement a little faster. Viggo moved one hand to Orlando’s hip wanting to feel the rhythm of his body. With his other hand, he grasped Orlando’s erection stroking the hot silky skin. He rolled his hips to match Orlando’s movements, and they moved together for what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been much more than a few minutes.
Viggo heard Orlando shout his name, but he barely recognized the feel of Orlando’s cock pulsing in his hand when his own climax began. Overwhelmed, as he always was with Orlando, by the intensity and pleasure of his orgasm, Viggo closed his eyes and let sensation carry him. It was too much; it wasn’t enough; it was everything.
Later they lay later together, Orlando’s arm and leg thrown across Viggo’s body. He’d been amazed at how easily he adjusted to sleeping with someone again. Surprised at how much he craves it. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Orlando lifted his head from his shoulder.
“Vig, will you spend Christmas with me?” he asked quietly.
“This year?” he asked carefully. Viggo turned so he could see Orlando. Everything he thought he saw, wondered if he had imagined, was there on Orlando’s face. He couldn’t miss what Orlando was telling him.
“Every year,” Orlando corrected him a slight hesitation in his voice. “If that’s what you want, I mean. . .”
“Orli,” Viggo pressed his finger to Orlando’s lips to stop him from qualifying his statement. “I’d love to spend Christmas with you. There’s no one I’d rather be with.” Viggo smiled and let his feelings show. “I want every Christmas with you.”
“Good,” was all Orlando said, but his smile said everything else. He snuggled back into Viggo’s side and quickly fell asleep.
Viggo held Orlando closely to him and felt something inside him loosen, relax. They would have the words now. He would tell Orlando in the morning, but for now it was enough to know they both felt the same way. He smiled as heard Orlando humming in his sleep. This time he added the words himself as he drifted off to sleep. “These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
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Date: 2006-04-12 08:53 pm (UTC)*flails* YES.
*ahem*
I don't know how I missed this when you first posted, but even after the holidays, still a lovely treat.
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Date: 2006-04-12 09:38 pm (UTC)