Anglican Doorway Fic
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This is my contribution. It pales in comparision to the wonderful stories I've been reading, but I did my best.
Title: Falling In Love, Catching Fire
Author:jule1122
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Request:turning_leaf requested First meeting / first time.
Summary: It started with a simple kiss.
Warnings: None
Beta: The lovely and amazingmiss_ariel who got this at the last minute and managed to make it readable. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I have any knowledge of the people in this story. It is complete fiction. I made it all up including their sexual preferences. No money is being made from this story.
Author’s Note: Title is taken from the Barenaked Ladies song "These Apples."
“I am never getting drunk again,” Orlando groaned and lowered his head to the kitchen table.
His pronouncement was met with laughter and snorts of disbelief. “Yeah Orli, at least until the next time we have a day off.”
Orlando raised his head enough to glare in Elijah’s general direction, but amended his statement slightly. “I’m definitely not getting that drunk again.”
“What did you do this time?” Dom asked sounding entirely too amused. “Flash everyone in both the men’s and ladies’ loos?”
“Perhaps he woke up with someone unattractive,” Billy faked a shudder.
“Did you get caught toilet papering Peter’s house?” Elijah asked hopefully.
With supreme effort, Orlando flipped them off. “Get the fuck out, all of you. It’s a sad day when a man can’t get sympathy from his best mates. Go drown yourselves in the sea and leave me to suffer in peace.”
Elijah and Dom hurried out, laughing and arguing, but Billy stayed behind. He listened for the sound of the back door closing before turning to Orlando. “So what really happened?”
Orlando knew he could trust Billy, and he needed to tell someone. “I kissed Viggo.” With a groan of despair, he returned his head to the table.
Billy remained silent clearly waiting for more. He only spoke once it became obvious Orlando wasn’t going to say anything else. “I gather he didn’t take it well?”
“Please,” Orlando snorted. “Mr. Unflappable walked away as if nothing happened. Viggo’s so fucking calm it’s scary sometimes.”
“So if Viggo doesn’t care, what’s the problem?”
“Viggo is the damned problem,” Orlando answered as if that explained everything.
“Is it something in the way Viggo kisses? Do we need to warn Liv?”
”If I wanted to be mocked, I could have asked Elijah and Dom to stay,” he snapped irritated that Billy wasn’t taking this seriously.
“I’m sorry Orli; it’s just I don’t understand why you’re so upset. You kiss people all the time. You’ve kissed me, Liv, Miranda, Ian, Bean no not Bean,” he corrected at Orlando’s look of horror. “Let’s see, I think you’ve kissed Lij and Dom. Although who hasn’t kissed Dom. The point is you’ve never been bothered by it before.”
“That’s different. Those were all nice friendly snogs. They didn’t mean anything and weren’t going anywhere.”
“And this was different?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be. It was just one of those things you know. I was drunk; Viggo was with me. He was leaving so I gave him a hug, and while I was there, I kissed him for the hell of it. Just like with the rest of you.”
“Then what happened?”
“Bloody fucking Viggo happened,” Orlando sighed in frustration. There was no way he could make Billy understand at least not without revealing too much. “I know I’m not making sense, but you don’t have to understand. Just promise me you won’t let me do it again. If Viggo and I are out together just keep me away from the bar and his mouth. Promise,” Orlando was almost pleading.
“Sure, Orli no problem,” Billy nodded although he still seemed confused. “I’ll protect you from Viggo and his big bad lips.” Billy escaped laughing, barely dodging the script Orlando threw at him.
“Bastards, every last one of them,” Orlando muttered to himself as headed back to his bedroom. Now that his house was blessedly Hobbit free he could go back to sleeping off the hangover from hell.
But sleep didn’t come as easily as he’d hoped. He couldn’t stop thinking about Viggo and that bloody kiss. He knew he was overreacting. No wonder Billy hadn’t taken him seriously especially considering, as Billy had all too helpfully pointed out, he’d already kissed half the cast. Hell, he didn’t even remember some of them. Unfortunately, despite being extremely drunk, he remembered every second of the kiss from last night.
He should have known kissing Viggo would be trouble. Viggo wasn’t like other people. He was way too fucking intense with all that method actor stuff; he did everything with such commitment and passion. Christ, he did not need to be thinking about Viggo and passion at the same time. But to have all that energy and intensity focused on him, well on his lips really, even for a few minutes had almost killed him. Orlando had never felt anything like it.
And then there was the crush he had on Viggo. It wasn’t at all like he felt about the others. They had a very attractive cast, and under different circumstances, Orlando would have a go at most of them. But his feelings for Viggo went deeper, mixing attraction with admiration, respect, and if he were honest a bit of hero worship. From the first moment he met Viggo, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him. On top of being talented, intelligent, and really the nicest person Orlando knew, he was fucking sexy as hell.
So far, Viggo seemed to have no idea Orlando thought of him as anything other than a friend, and Orlando intended to keep it that way. Even if Viggo was attracted to men as Orlando suspected, he would never go for someone like him. No, Ian would be more Viggo’s type, still sexy, but also someone to admire. Or maybe Dom who was almost as completely insane as Viggo. Orlando couldn’t imagine what Viggo would see in some kid from England who’d spent most of his life partying and by most accounts had nothing to offer but his looks.
Even if Viggo were interested, Orlando would never pursue him. Getting involved with Viggo would completely screw up the goals he set for himself. Orlando knew he didn’t really belong in these films, certainly not in a role as big as Legolas, but he was going to make the most of it. He would do anything he needed to in order to prove himself. If he could manage not to screw up or make Peter regret casting him, maybe he could turn his luck into a career. As inexperienced as Orlando was, no one had to tell him the quickest way to fuck up would be to sleep with one of his costars especially a male one.
Orlando had also promised himself that he would get the most out of life. He wanted to enjoy himself, take risks, and take advantage of whatever opportunities came his way. He knew from first hand experience how fragile life was, and he wasn’t wasting his being held back by anything including a relationship. His lack of distress at his recent breakup convinced Orlando he was better off on his own for now. He was too young and had too much he wanted to do. As Beanie had told him, “why pretend you’re after forever when a few nights will do.” That advice was tainted by Bean’s bad luck with marriage, but it still made sense to Orlando. He’d limited himself to one or two night stands, and so far he and his partners had been very satisfied. Another reason Viggo was off limits, Orlando wanted a lot more than a few nights with him.
And now he might have royally fucked things up with that kiss. He would just have to make sure Viggo didn’t catch on to his real feelings. Orlando decided to talk to Viggo early the next morning and explain that it had just been a friendly kiss. That’s how it started anyway. That decision made, Orlando slipped his pants off and proceeded to take care of another situation that always resulted from thinking about Viggo.
Orlando tried not to fidget as he waited for a moment alone with Viggo. Once he had it, he spoke quickly before he lost his nerve. “Hey Vig, you’re not upset about the other night are you?”
“No. Should I be?” Viggo answered absently as he concentrated on adjusting some part of Aragorn’s costume.
“I hope not. It’s just I didn’t want to offend you with the kiss. Some people, well they don’t understand, or aren’t comfortable you know. I think I gave Elijah a heart attack the first time I kissed him. Just not used to friends being so affectionate I guess. So I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.” Finally out of breathe, Orlando paused and willed himself to shut up.
Viggo had turned his attention to Orlando while he’d been speaking, and now Viggo looked at him intently. “Relax Orli, I wasn’t offended. Considering how many people you’ve kissed I would have been offended if you hadn’t gotten around to me eventually. There’s nothing wrong with a kiss between friends.”
“You understand then. And we’re good, yeah?” Viggo’s casual acceptance reassured Orlando, but also left him oddly disappointed that Viggo seemed to be completely unaffected by the kiss.
“We’re good elf boy so let’s go terrorize some orcs.”
Orlando laughed at the crazy grin Viggo flashed him and followed him out of the trailer. Everything was fine; all he had to do was forget the kiss had ever happened.
That, of course, proved to be much more difficult than he’d thought. Orlando hated to be denied anything even when it was by his own choice. Once kissing Viggo was off limits, he couldn’t help but think about it. It was relatively easy for Orlando to come up with reasons kissing Viggo again wouldn’t be a problem. Like Viggo said, there was nothing wrong with the occasional kiss between friends. Orlando kissed his other friends all the time. Viggo knew the score; it wasn’t like he’d think Orlando was proposing marriage or anything. Then Orlando decided he had overreacted in the first place. It was just a kiss; he must have exaggerated the impacted it’d had on him.
So when the opportunity arose again, Orlando took advantage of it. Most of the cast had gathered at a bar for one last night of partying before Helm’s Deep began. Differing schedules would prevent such a large get together for the foreseeable future. Orlando was pleasantly buzzed, but no where near fall down drunk. He endured a few whispered teasing comments from Billy along the lines of not letting Viggo take advantage of his weakened state, but Billy made no serious effort to keep him sober.
As the night wore on, people drifted off until only Orlando, Viggo, and Craig were left. Craig was still on the dance floor when Orlando decided to head out. “Well, I’m off. Tell Craig goodnight for me, and I’ll see you Monday. Right, old man?”
“Leaving so soon? You must need your beauty sleep,” Viggo teased.
“Well, I’d suggest the same for you, but I’m not sure it would help.” Deciding this was as good a time as any; Orlando leaned down and brushed his lips against Viggo’s.
What started as a simple farewell kiss changed quickly. Viggo brought his hand up to Orlando’s neck effectively holding him in place. Orlando remained still as Viggo used a series of short, soft kisses to tease his lips apart. Then he sighed and closed his eyes as Viggo’s tongue slipped into his mouth. It was just so lovely. All warm and gentle making his whole body tingle. Just when Orlando realized he could do this all night, Viggo pulled back and released him.
“So Monday then,” Viggo raised his glass to Orlando before taking a sip.
Orlando stood and blinked at him a few times before his brain kicked back in. “Monday, yeah,” he answered quietly before making his way to the exit. The first thing he did was call Billy.
Not surprisingly, voice mail picked up. “Boyd, you are fucking useless, and I’m fucking screwed.” With a frustrated sigh, he snapped the phone closed. He’d have a quick wank when he got home, and then he’d find a way to forget he’d ever kissed Viggo Mortensen.
Helm’s Deep was the perfect distraction. Adjusting to the schedule and the physical demands of the shoot kept Orlando too busy to think at all. He certainly had no time to obsess over a few kisses. But as shooting dragged on and on and on, things changed. In the midst of just trying to survive the experience, Orlando fell in love. His previously harmless crush turned into something much deeper.
Once again, Orlando blamed Viggo. They were together almost constantly throughout the shoot. Orlando never stood a chance. He found himself continually amazed by Viggo. Helm’s Deep had been fun at first. In theory, it would be one long boys only camping trip. Reality set in quickly enough. Cold, pain, and exhaustion were their constant companions. The monotony of battle scenes made the nights blend together into a seemingly endless nightmare. It would have been easy for the whole thing to descend into chaos and tension. Orlando would swear Viggo prevented that by example alone.
Orlando knew he had to be suffering as much of the rest of them, but Viggo never let it show. He never let the conditions get to him at least not in front of anyone. He smiled and laughed and did his best to make the whole thing fun again. Orlando spent a lot of time watching Viggo; he always had, so he got to see things other people missed. He saw how Viggo made every person there feel important. He knew when to tell a joke, pat someone on the back, or just listen to someone bitch. He seemed to sense when energy and spirits were lagging. In those moments, Viggo seemed to shine whether by leading the stunt men in a song or by being willing to be trampled just one more time.
So when his back was killing him but his hands and feet were numb, Orlando knew he had Viggo’s strength to draw on. Sometimes his refusal to let Viggo down was the only thing that kept Orlando going, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. At Helm’s Deep it was Viggo’s vision as much as Peter’s that they fought to fulfill. Seeing how everyone responded to Viggo, Orlando initially dismissed his feeling as a deepening of the respect and admiration he already had for Viggo. When he realized how much he wanted to give back to Viggo, he knew it was more than that. He caught himself worrying more and more about who Viggo had to turn to when he was hurting and frustrated. So he learned to see the subtle signs that Viggo needed a break. Orlando started bringing him coffee, telling him dirty jokes, and giving him random hugs. It wasn’t much, but Viggo’s quiet gratitude always left him feeling a little bit warmer.
Once he acknowledged his feelings, Orlando had no more time to think about them. They were added to the long list of things he’s deal with once he had time to sleep and heal. But yet again, Viggo surprised him.
Orlando decided that he hated Viggo. Really hated him, he thought as he stood at the bar waiting for his drink and assuring Sala for the tenth time that he wasn’t mad at him. No, Orlando would save his anger for Viggo. He hadn’t needed Sala’s confirmation to know it had been Viggo’s idea for Sala to meet him at the door with a forceful head but. Even as his vision was clearing, he’d known Viggo was behind it. After all, Viggo and the stuntmen always greeted each other that way. Apparently it was some weird bonding ritual Viggo started with them sometime during the nightmare of Helm’s Deep. Fucking lunatic, obviously a lunatic with a much harder head than Orlando.
After enduring entirely too much teasing, Orlando took refuge in a deserted booth. It was becoming very clear that Orlando had no hope of ever living this down. But for now he needed a break, and in the dark he had a better chance of continuing to avoid Viggo. He stared glumly at his drink and imagined only two things had saved him from complete humiliation. The Hobbits were thankfully absent although they’d hear about this soon enough, and while he had been stunned, Orlando hadn’t actually been knocked out. On the plus side, for once he wasn’t thinking about how much his back hurt.
Orlando was lounging in the booth, back against the wall and feet resting on the bench, trying to decide if he should call it a night when Viggo finally approached him. For the first time Orlando really didn’t want to hear anything Viggo had to say. He held up a hand to keep him from speaking, “One word about prissy delicate elves and I’ll send Big Paul after you.”
Viggo almost smiled, “Not a word I promise. I’m sorry Orli. I didn’t think he’d hit you that hard. Are you alright, really?”
“I’ll live.” The genuine regret and worry he saw in Viggo’s eyes took most of the sting out of his words. “But we’ve all been beat up enough don’t you think. Not sure why you thought I needed a concussion as well.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see.” Viggo gently tipped Orlando’s face to the light. He looked him over carefully before proclaiming, “No permanent damage, you’ll be fine. I know just what you need.” Viggo placed a light kiss on Orlando’s forehead.
Orlando closed his eyes briefly while Viggo’s lips fluttered over the bump on his head. When he opened them, he could see Viggo intended to kiss him again. He pressed himself further into the booth in an effort to avoid him. “Where the fuck is Billy when you need him?”
Looking confused, Viggo sat down next to Orlando’s feet. “You want me to call Billy?”
“No, it’s just he’s supposed to keep this kind of thing from happening. Us, I mean you and I” Orlando gestured between their bodies trying to indicate what he meant, “kissing.”
“Billy has a problem with us kissing?” Viggo asked carefully.
“Well not personally no. He doesn’t care who I kiss,” Orlando tried to explain realizing he’d probably made Billy sound like his jealous lover. “I asked him to because well I couldn’t tell anyone else without it becoming the world’s biggest joke. But he doesn’t understand so he’s no bloody help even when he is around.”
“I’m not so sure I understand either. Just how hard did Sala hit you?” Viggo leaned forward and attempted to check Orlando’s head again.
Orlando swatted him away. “You’re the one who said I was fine.” He was really making a mess of this. If it wouldn’t hurt so much, Orlando would have laid his head down on the table. “It’s just I asked Billy to stop me from kissing you again because, well, because you kiss back,” he finally blurted out.
“I see,” Viggo said clearly amused.
“No one else kisses back at least not like that. Do you kiss everyone like that? You’d be like the pied piper only of kissing not rats or something like that. Fuck, you know what I mean.” Orlando snapped his mouth shut when he realized Viggo was trying desperately not to laugh.
“No Orli, I don’t kiss everyone like that.”
“So why me? Is it some kind of joke? Because if it is, I don’t get it.”
“It’s not a joke. I guess I was trying to show you what it would be like. Us, you and I,” Viggo mimicked Orlando’s earlier gesture, “being together. I’m nothing like the people you normally take home. I don’t share. And there’s nothing casual or simple about what I want with you. I thought I should give you fair warning.”
Orlando closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Viggo had lowered his voice as he spoke sounding sexier than normal. Orlando couldn’t decide if his heart was racing because he was nervous or turned on. Most likely both. He never expected something like this and had no idea how to respond. Self preservation won out. “So you’re interested in more than a friendly snog here and there?”
“Oh yeah,” Viggo smiled slightly.
“And if that’s all I have to offer?” Orlando hated to ask that question, but he had to. If it were any one else, he’d blow the whole thing off and act like it never happened. But Viggo was too important to him. He couldn’t leave him hanging like that.
Viggo shrugged, “No hard feelings Orli. It’s not going to be a problem.” He reached down and briefly squeezed Orlando’s hand. “We’re friends and that’s all that really matters. So I’ll see you on set.”
“Friends, yeah,” Orlando muttered as Viggo walked away. He did rest his head on the table then ignoring the waves of pain it sent through his skull. For someone who prided himself on facing his fears, he sure knew how to run away when the situation called for it.
To Viggo’s credit and Orlando’s amazement, there was no awkwardness between them after that night. Orlando had feared that no matter what Viggo said, they wouldn’t be able to go back to being friends at least not right away. He was never so happy to be proven wrong. They were as close as ever, not even a hint of distance between them. Neither of them mentioned that night, and for the most part Orlando put it out of his mind completely.
After a while, Orlando began to wonder if it had happened at all. He never imagined Viggo could be interested in him, and he certainly didn’t think he’d been so obvious about his own feelings. As far as he was concerned, a relationship with Viggo was never even a possibility. When he tried to think about it now, the whole idea terrified him. He figured that was why he’d been so quick to dismiss it.
If Viggo’s kisses were any indication, having him as a lover would be like nothing he’d ever experienced. Viggo wouldn’t hold back physically or emotionally. He would give Orlando everything, and Orlando wasn’t sure he was ready for that. His relationships so far had been fairly superficial. Even more intimidating was what Viggo would expect from him. He wasn’t looking for a pretty boy to warm his bed; he would want Orlando to give of himself as well. No one had ever asked that much of Orlando before, and it was a failure he wasn’t willing to risk.
Tine went on, and Orlando realized Viggo was right. They were still friends, closer than ever really, so there was no reason to dwell upon what might have been. It took a reminder of how fragile life is for him to admit what complete and utter bullshit that was. He found out by accident really. Most people, Peter included, would hear the story months later casually told in an interview. Just another risk taken in a quest for perfection. But Orlando was in the right place at the right time, heading back to his trailer when he heard two stuntmen talking.
“They really fucked up on the river today. I hear they almost let Viggo drown. Someone’s going to have their ass chewed for that one.”
“Just be glad it wasn’t us.”
They seemed a bit shocked when Orlando interrupted their conversation and basically browbeat them for details. He couldn’t be bothered with politeness. There wasn’t much they could tell him, but he got the basics. Viggo had been sucked into some rapids, hit his head, and came precariously close to not surfacing. Orlando knew they were working on some shots of Aragon floating unconscious and half dead in the river after falling off the cliff. Viggo had talked to him a bit about wanting to do the stunt himself so he could get in Aragorn’s head. It was such a Viggo thing to do that Orlando had never questioned the safety of the stunt. He hadn’t thought Viggo would be getting so close to the half dead part.
Orlando did his best to hold it together while his wig and makeup were carefully removed. He just wanted to get out of there and see Viggo for himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he almost lost. Not only was Viggo one of his best friends, he also should have been his future. Orlando had known that for a long time, but had just been too afraid to admit it. All those things he said after his accident about living life to the fullest and not letting fear stop him were all lies. Sure, he risked his body all the time, but he was still guarding his heart. He was protecting it from the one person he should have known would cherish it. Orlando had been a cowardly cunt, but that was about to change.
Orlando was waiting on the porch when Viggo got home. He stood and stretched the stiffness out of his back while he waited for Viggo to reach the door.
“Orli, what are you doing here?”
Viggo looked tired, exhausted really, and he was moving carefully as though he didn’t want to jar anything. He was even speaking more quietly than normal. Any lingering doubts Orlando had fled the minute he saw Viggo. He reached a trembling hand out, absurdly nervous about touching Viggo. His finger hovered near his face not quite reaching him. “Are you alright? And don’t bother lying I can see through your macho act.” Orlando attempted a weak smile.
“I’m fine. I may have swallowed half the river, my head is killing me, and I think I’m way too old for this shit, but otherwise I’m fine. How did you hear about it?”
“Stunties are terrible gossips you know. Worse than the Hobbits really,” Orlando finally dropped his hand and gave Viggo a real smile.
“Damn, I was hoping to keep this quiet. No visible bruises so I thought I could avoid any fussing. Or hysterics from the higher ups,” Viggo grimaced.
“I’m not sure who all knows. Let’s go in yeah. You should get some rest.” Orlando shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped back while Viggo opened the door. He was tempted to leave, but he knew if he left, he’d just be running again. Instead he tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe.
Viggo led him in to the house. He must have noticed Orlando’s nervousness because he asked, “Orli are you okay?”
“You’re not supposed to be asking me that. It’s just when I heard you were hurt, it scared me, a lot. I started thinking about all the things I’d fucked up with you. Mostly I let you think I didn’t want you when really I was just afraid. But I do want you, Viggo. I want all of it, everything. If you still want me that is. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t after all I pretty much told you to bugger off.”
“I do want you,” Viggo jumped in when Orlando finally paused. “But Orlando”
“Christ Vig, I don’t mean tonight,” Orlando interrupted. “Tonight, I want to take care of you. Is that okay? Will you let me do that?” Orlando almost pleaded. When Viggo nodded, he continued “The rest can wait. There’s always tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. There are a lot of days Viggo, and that’s what I want with you. Tell me you still want that too.” Orlando’s voice trailed off, and he stepped toward Viggo. He touched him for the first time. Cupping his face in his hands, Orlando searched Viggo’s eyes for answers. Seeing what he needed to, Orlando finally wrapped his arms around Viggo.
Viggo returned Orlando’s embrace. His whispered, “I want that too, Orlando. I always have,” almost undid him. He buried his face in Viggo’s neck and held him tightly. Once he realized if he stayed in Viggo’s arms much longer he was going to start bawling like a girl, Orlando pulled back. “I never realized kitchens were so bloody romantic,” he joked with a slight sniff. “Are you hungry? I could make you something.”
“No, but thank you.” Viggo smiled, and Orlando could see his eyes were shining a bit too.
“How about a bath or shower then? Run the water real hot, yeah. That will make you feel a bit better.” Viggo nodded and headed out of the room letting go of Orlando’s hand at the last minute. “And don’t look at me like that or I’ll follow you in there, all my good intentions shot to hell,” Orlando called after him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Orlando whispered to himself. He leaned into the wall and tried to stop shaking as the last of his adrenaline faded. He was here with Viggo, and with any luck he’d be staying. God, he didn’t want to screw this up. “A good start would be making through a conversation without sounding like a babbling idiot,” he told himself.
Deciding he might as well make himself useful, Orlando rummaged through the kitchen until he found the ingredients for a light supper. Fixing it gave him something to do, and despite what Viggo said, he needed to eat. He was setting the food out on the coffee table when Viggo came down from the bathroom.
“You didn’t have to do this Orli, but it looks great. The shower was a good idea too; I feel a lot better.” Viggo sat on the couch and gestured for Orlando to join him.
“You look better.” And he did, Orlando thought. Still tired, but not as battered. He wiped his hands on his pants suddenly nervous again. “It’s not much, but I thought you should eat something.”
“Sit down and relax Orlando.” Viggo’s tone was gentle.
Orlando sat and took a deep breath. “This is stupid; I know. We’ve had dinner tons of times. But,” he shook his head not sure how to say this. “It means something this time. It’s more important.” Orlando looked hard at Viggo willing him to understand.
“Don’t think of it like that; you’ll give yourself a heart attack.” Viggo took Orlando’s hands, “We know what we want. Just let it happen. You don’t need to force anything or fight it either.”
“I’m sorry,” Orlando stroked Viggo’s face lightly. “It’s just nothing has ever mattered this much to me. But you’re right; I need to stop thinking so much.” He took a deep breath and told himself to start over. “So did you hear about Dom chasing Pete with a spider this morning?”
Once Orlando relaxed the ease and familiarity of being with Viggo returned. Only now there was an added intimacy. They sat closer together touching often as they ate. Viggo kept the conversation light and humorous. When dinner was over, Orlando settled in the corner of the couch with Viggo’s head lying in his lap. He stroked his hair gently avoiding the tender spot he’d already found by accident. Finally, he had the courage to ask, “So what happened today?”
“It was just an accident. We thought we had everything covered, but my costume must weigh more than we thought. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”
Viggo spoke casually, and Orlando knew he was trying not to upset him. “How did you hit your head?” he asked his voice barely above a whisper.
“There were some rocks when I went under.”
Orlando swallowed hard, “You were trapped?”
“I couldn’t get back to the surface right away. It wasn’t that long.”
“It was long enough though for you to know you might not make it back up,” Orlando kept his voice steady although his hands trembled. He remembered those moments from his own fall. When time seemed to stop just long enough for you to realize what was happening.
“It was long enough to scare me, to make me think about things I should have done or wouldn’t get a chance to do. But I’m okay.” Viggo reached for one of Orlando’s hands.
“Did you get a chance to talk to your son?” Viggo talked about Henry all the time. Orlando knew how close they were.
“I wanted to, but the timing was wrong.” Viggo squeezed Orlando’s hand. “I’ll call him in the morning. It’s probably better this way. I don’t want to scare him, and I might have if I called right away.” He turned his head so he was looking up at Orlando’s face. “I was glad to see you when I got home. It felt good, right.”
“Yeah, for me too,” Orlando answered his voice a little rough. He leaned down and kissed Viggo lightly. “You should get some rest now. Do you work tomorrow?”
“No, do you?”
“Yeah, early call.”
“I really am alright. You don’t have to stay.”
“And if I want to?” Orlando made sure Viggo could see his face and know he meant it.
“Then you are always welcome, always.”
Orlando’s smile lit up the room. “Good because there’s no where else I want to be. Come on then, off to bed with you.” After quickly cleaning up, Orlando made his way to Viggo’s bedroom. Stripping down to just his underwear, he lay down next to Viggo. He kissed Viggo again before settling close to him. “I don’t want to wake you up when I leave tomorrow. Is it alright if I come back here when I’m done?”
“I hoped you’d want to. The door will be open.”
Orlando opened his mouth to thank him, but when he saw the love and tenderness in Viggo’s expression, he said something else entirely. “I love you, you know. It’s not just about sex. Which is a good thing since we won’t be having any tonight.”
Viggo’s kiss effectively silenced him. “Thank you for telling me. I thought I knew, but to hear it,” Viggo shook his head his eyes filled with tears. “I love you too. You can trust in that, believe in it.” Viggo’s fingers lightly stroked the skin along his Mohawk relaxing Orlando until he drifted off to sleep.
It was hard leaving Viggo the next morning. Harder still making it through a day consisting mainly of reaction shots. Luckily most called for Legolas to look anxious or concerned something he could manage quite easily. He tried not to let his impatience show, but the crew seemed as relieved as he was when he was finally released.
He was tempted to knock when he arrived at Viggo’s but decided it was unnecessary. He found Viggo curled up on the couch writing in one of his ever present notebooks. “Hey love,” he greeted him with a kiss. “How are you feeling?”
“Perfectly fine, how was your day?”
“Boring as hell. I spent most of it staring off into the distance trying to look worried.” He demonstrated for Viggo. “I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Did you get a chance to call Henry?”
“I did; it was good to hear his voice. I told him about the stunt but left out the details. He was suitably impressed. Are you hungry? What did you have in mind for tonight?”
Reassured by how much better Viggo looked and sounded, Orlando decided to tell him the truth. “There is something I’ve wanted to do.”
Viggo set his notebook down giving Orlando his full attention. “What?”
“Kiss you when I’m sober.” Orlando sat down straddling Viggo’s lap and brought their mouths together. He tangled his hands in Viggo’s hair deepening the kiss almost immediately. Viggo’s tongue was in his mouth then, tasting and exploring. It was everything Orlando remembered only better. It was a slow fire that burned more each minute. He felt Viggo’s hands glide over his back cupping his ass and grinding their crotches together.
“Fuck, Viggo I think we should move this to the bedroom.” Orlando spoke while kissing his way along Viggo’s jaw and down his neck.
Viggo nudged him off his lap and onto his feet. He murmured his consent to Orlando and guided him to the bedroom. They lost most of their clothes along the way. Once they lay together naked on the bed, they paused for a moment drinking in the sight of each other’s bodies. Orlando had seen Viggo in various stages of undress, but never like this. See him all at once, especially aroused, he was breathtaking. His body bore the scrapes and bruises of the film as Orlando’s did, but they just added to his appeal.
“Let me love you Orlando,” Viggo broke the silence his voice husky with desire. “Let me show you what I feel for you.”
Orlando could only nod his throat too tight for speech. Then Viggo kissed him again, and there was nothing else. He couldn’t think beyond the feel of Viggo’s mouth on his. His hands cradling his face before moving over his body. Viggo’s lovely hands, rough with calluses and nicks from battles, stroked his skin. Already sensitive, each touch sent fissures of desire through him. Then Viggo heightened the sensation by following his hands with his mouth. His lips, his teeth, his tongue were everywhere. Orlando arched off the bed when Viggo bit down on his nipple; he laughed when he licked his way down his ribs.
For his part, Orlando touched Viggo were he could. He was moving constantly. Reacting to Viggo’s touch while trying to learn the feel of Viggo’s body. His hands roamed Viggo’s back while he kissed any part of Viggo he could reach. Viggo’s moans of passion let him know he was hitting the right spots. It would have been heaven if Viggo wasn’t ignoring the one part of his body that needed attention the most. Orlando thrust his cock up shamelessly begging, “Please Viggo, God please touch me.”
“Soon, I promise.” Viggo kissed him again trying to soothe him. “Just not right now. A little longer, please for me.” He rolled Orlando over onto his stomach. Viggo straddled Orlando his knees resting to the side of Orlando’s hips. He caressed the mostly bare skin of Orlando’s skull while nibbling and sucking on his neck. Then he leaned back and ran his hands along the sides of Orlando’s scar while tracing it with his tongue. “You’re so strong Orlando,” he whispered when he reached then end. “You’re beautiful too, but it’s your strength I fell in love with. You can do anything; I want you to know that. But right now I want you weak from pleasure. I want you to feel nothing but desire. Can you do that for me? Just feel.”
The change in Viggo’s position had allowed his cock to rest against Orlando’s body. The feel of it, hot, heavy, and already leaking was driving Orlando mad. He whimpered in response to Viggo’s words pushing his hips up trying to more contact. Viggo’s hands on his hips stilled him. He felt Viggo shift away from him while he spread Orlando’s ass a bit. Orlando felt the first brush against his entrance, but didn’t recognize what it was until Viggo pushed his tongue inside him. Even Viggo holding him couldn’t prevent him from pushing back into the touch. Orlando had never done this before; it wasn’t something he’d wanted to share with casual lovers. He couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. All that warm, wet heat inside of him, and the warmth of Viggo’s breath against his balls. “Don’t stop Viggo. Just please more.”
Viggo moved his tongue leisurely in ands out of Orlando’s body. He licked around his entrance again and blew across it making Orlando shiver before delving inside again. Every now and then, he would brush Orlando’s prostate sending bolts of pleasure like Orlando had never felt through his entire body. Just when Orlando thought he would die from the intensity of it, Viggo pulled away and turned Orlando unto his back.
Viggo kissed him again and again before whispering, “You’re so sexy Orlando. I could touch and kiss you forever. But you want more, don’t you?”
Orlando nodded, and Viggo coated his fingers with lube. He gently and quickly prepared Orlando’s body. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, for God’s sake yes,” Orlando answered desperate to finally feel Viggo inside of him.
Viggo slipped a condom on and eased into Orlando’s body. Orlando wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist and urged him deeper. Viggo was braced above Orlando, his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. Orlando nudged him again letting him know he was ready.
Initially Viggo kept the rhythm slow. Pulling in and out of Orlando’s body with long deep strokes. But soon he began moving faster and harder. “God Orlando, you feel so good. I want this to last, but I don’t know how much longer,” a moan of passion cut f his words.
Orlando shook his head. “I don’t want to wait. Please just touch me. I need to feel you everywhere.”
Viggo then finally, finally wrapped his hand around Orlando’s erection. He held in firmly his hand matching the motion of his own cock. It wasn’t long before Orlando’s orgasm hit him. Through his own shouts, he saw the shudders of release go through Viggo’s body, imagined he could feel Viggo pulsing within him.
When it was over, Viggo pulled out carefully. He lay on his back pulled Orlando to him so Orlando was draped across him. Orlando listened to Viggo’s heartbeat and when his own heart had calmed, he tried to speak. He lifted his head so he could see Viggo’s eyes. “Thank you. That was,” he shook his head frustrated when words wouldn’t come. “I don’t know how to tell you.” Orlando buried his face in Viggo’s chest and held him tighter.
“You don’t have to,” Viggo said as he stroked Orlando’s hair. “I know.”
Orlando shook his head. “I don’t think you do. I’ve never felt like that before. It was so much more than I expected.” Orlando sighed. He wasn’t sure he could explain this to Viggo. This had been so far beyond anything in his experience. He hadn’t really understood what it meant to make love, to have passion and emotion mix so perfectly. It was deeper, better, more complete than he could have imagined. But he didn’t have the words for that. “I’m so sorry I ran from this. I wouldn’t do that again. I understand now; I know what it’s worth. I love you and I will fight for that, for you,” he told Viggo fiercely.
“I will too Orli, always.”
Orlando knew that was their promise to each. It would bind them forever giving them both hope and strength. At peace, he again fell asleep in Viggo’s arms.
A few years later:
It was Henry who told Orlando about the kiss. He was in New Zealand with his father for Return of the King reshoots and called Orlando almost as often as Viggo did.
“Hey Orli, how’s filming?” Henry’s voice greeted him when he answered the phone.
“Hot and dusty. How are things in New Zealand? Are you having a good time?” Orlando really hated not being there with Viggo, but his filming schedule for Troy couldn’t be changed. It was great to be working with Sean Bean and Eric Bana again. They had fun together, but it wasn’t New Zealand and Viggo wasn’t with him.
“It’s cool for the most part, but I wish you were here.”
“Yeah me too. How’s you dad?”
“He misses you. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he doesn’t like being here without you. He’s acting weirder than normal.”
Orlando laughed at the disdain he heard in Henry’s voice. “It didn’t think it was possible for your dad to get any weirder.”
“He kissed Billy today. I think they got it on tape.”
“A good one, yeah? I wish I would have seen it. So what happened?” Sober and only slightly embarrassed, Orlando had eventually told Viggo the whole story behind Billy’s duty to keep them from kissing. Viggo knew how much Billy had teased him about Viggo’s ‘dangerous and deadly’ lips so he had his suspicions about exactly why Viggo kissed Billy.
Orlando couldn’t stop laughing as Henry told him about little Samwise’s wedding with its audience of two. Leave it to Astin to be so uncomfortable kissing someone other than his wife that Viggo recruited Billy to help cheer them on. And it was the perfect set up for Viggo to finally get back at Billy. Poor Billy probably never knew what hit him. “God, that’s classic. I hope they put on the DVD. The fans will love it. I can’t wait to see the look on Billy’s face.”
“He was so surprised. It was great.” Henry was laughing now too. “Oh Dad will probably forget, but Billy said to tell you he understands now.”
Orlando lost it completely then. “Oh I bet he does,” he gasps out when he finally stopped laughing. “Listen Henry I’ve got to go. Thanks for calling. Tell Billy he owes me big time for being such a cunt. Hug your dad for me and remind him I’ll call him tonight. And tell him to keep his lips to himself from now on. Catch you later.”
“Bye Orli.”
Orlando smiled as he headed back to the set. He couldn’t wait to tell Bean about this.
anglicandoorway go there right now. I am just in awe. jenlynn820 organized the most amazing fic-a-thon. 65 fics over 5 days! There are still a few left to go, and I have loved every minute of it. Now that it's almost over perhaps my poor children will get fed on time and my house will begin to resemble clean.This is my contribution. It pales in comparision to the wonderful stories I've been reading, but I did my best.
Title: Falling In Love, Catching Fire
Author:
jule1122Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Request:
turning_leaf requested First meeting / first time.Summary: It started with a simple kiss.
Warnings: None
Beta: The lovely and amazing
miss_ariel who got this at the last minute and managed to make it readable. Thanks so much!Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I have any knowledge of the people in this story. It is complete fiction. I made it all up including their sexual preferences. No money is being made from this story.
Author’s Note: Title is taken from the Barenaked Ladies song "These Apples."
“I am never getting drunk again,” Orlando groaned and lowered his head to the kitchen table.
His pronouncement was met with laughter and snorts of disbelief. “Yeah Orli, at least until the next time we have a day off.”
Orlando raised his head enough to glare in Elijah’s general direction, but amended his statement slightly. “I’m definitely not getting that drunk again.”
“What did you do this time?” Dom asked sounding entirely too amused. “Flash everyone in both the men’s and ladies’ loos?”
“Perhaps he woke up with someone unattractive,” Billy faked a shudder.
“Did you get caught toilet papering Peter’s house?” Elijah asked hopefully.
With supreme effort, Orlando flipped them off. “Get the fuck out, all of you. It’s a sad day when a man can’t get sympathy from his best mates. Go drown yourselves in the sea and leave me to suffer in peace.”
Elijah and Dom hurried out, laughing and arguing, but Billy stayed behind. He listened for the sound of the back door closing before turning to Orlando. “So what really happened?”
Orlando knew he could trust Billy, and he needed to tell someone. “I kissed Viggo.” With a groan of despair, he returned his head to the table.
Billy remained silent clearly waiting for more. He only spoke once it became obvious Orlando wasn’t going to say anything else. “I gather he didn’t take it well?”
“Please,” Orlando snorted. “Mr. Unflappable walked away as if nothing happened. Viggo’s so fucking calm it’s scary sometimes.”
“So if Viggo doesn’t care, what’s the problem?”
“Viggo is the damned problem,” Orlando answered as if that explained everything.
“Is it something in the way Viggo kisses? Do we need to warn Liv?”
”If I wanted to be mocked, I could have asked Elijah and Dom to stay,” he snapped irritated that Billy wasn’t taking this seriously.
“I’m sorry Orli; it’s just I don’t understand why you’re so upset. You kiss people all the time. You’ve kissed me, Liv, Miranda, Ian, Bean no not Bean,” he corrected at Orlando’s look of horror. “Let’s see, I think you’ve kissed Lij and Dom. Although who hasn’t kissed Dom. The point is you’ve never been bothered by it before.”
“That’s different. Those were all nice friendly snogs. They didn’t mean anything and weren’t going anywhere.”
“And this was different?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be. It was just one of those things you know. I was drunk; Viggo was with me. He was leaving so I gave him a hug, and while I was there, I kissed him for the hell of it. Just like with the rest of you.”
“Then what happened?”
“Bloody fucking Viggo happened,” Orlando sighed in frustration. There was no way he could make Billy understand at least not without revealing too much. “I know I’m not making sense, but you don’t have to understand. Just promise me you won’t let me do it again. If Viggo and I are out together just keep me away from the bar and his mouth. Promise,” Orlando was almost pleading.
“Sure, Orli no problem,” Billy nodded although he still seemed confused. “I’ll protect you from Viggo and his big bad lips.” Billy escaped laughing, barely dodging the script Orlando threw at him.
“Bastards, every last one of them,” Orlando muttered to himself as headed back to his bedroom. Now that his house was blessedly Hobbit free he could go back to sleeping off the hangover from hell.
But sleep didn’t come as easily as he’d hoped. He couldn’t stop thinking about Viggo and that bloody kiss. He knew he was overreacting. No wonder Billy hadn’t taken him seriously especially considering, as Billy had all too helpfully pointed out, he’d already kissed half the cast. Hell, he didn’t even remember some of them. Unfortunately, despite being extremely drunk, he remembered every second of the kiss from last night.
He should have known kissing Viggo would be trouble. Viggo wasn’t like other people. He was way too fucking intense with all that method actor stuff; he did everything with such commitment and passion. Christ, he did not need to be thinking about Viggo and passion at the same time. But to have all that energy and intensity focused on him, well on his lips really, even for a few minutes had almost killed him. Orlando had never felt anything like it.
And then there was the crush he had on Viggo. It wasn’t at all like he felt about the others. They had a very attractive cast, and under different circumstances, Orlando would have a go at most of them. But his feelings for Viggo went deeper, mixing attraction with admiration, respect, and if he were honest a bit of hero worship. From the first moment he met Viggo, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him. On top of being talented, intelligent, and really the nicest person Orlando knew, he was fucking sexy as hell.
So far, Viggo seemed to have no idea Orlando thought of him as anything other than a friend, and Orlando intended to keep it that way. Even if Viggo was attracted to men as Orlando suspected, he would never go for someone like him. No, Ian would be more Viggo’s type, still sexy, but also someone to admire. Or maybe Dom who was almost as completely insane as Viggo. Orlando couldn’t imagine what Viggo would see in some kid from England who’d spent most of his life partying and by most accounts had nothing to offer but his looks.
Even if Viggo were interested, Orlando would never pursue him. Getting involved with Viggo would completely screw up the goals he set for himself. Orlando knew he didn’t really belong in these films, certainly not in a role as big as Legolas, but he was going to make the most of it. He would do anything he needed to in order to prove himself. If he could manage not to screw up or make Peter regret casting him, maybe he could turn his luck into a career. As inexperienced as Orlando was, no one had to tell him the quickest way to fuck up would be to sleep with one of his costars especially a male one.
Orlando had also promised himself that he would get the most out of life. He wanted to enjoy himself, take risks, and take advantage of whatever opportunities came his way. He knew from first hand experience how fragile life was, and he wasn’t wasting his being held back by anything including a relationship. His lack of distress at his recent breakup convinced Orlando he was better off on his own for now. He was too young and had too much he wanted to do. As Beanie had told him, “why pretend you’re after forever when a few nights will do.” That advice was tainted by Bean’s bad luck with marriage, but it still made sense to Orlando. He’d limited himself to one or two night stands, and so far he and his partners had been very satisfied. Another reason Viggo was off limits, Orlando wanted a lot more than a few nights with him.
And now he might have royally fucked things up with that kiss. He would just have to make sure Viggo didn’t catch on to his real feelings. Orlando decided to talk to Viggo early the next morning and explain that it had just been a friendly kiss. That’s how it started anyway. That decision made, Orlando slipped his pants off and proceeded to take care of another situation that always resulted from thinking about Viggo.
Orlando tried not to fidget as he waited for a moment alone with Viggo. Once he had it, he spoke quickly before he lost his nerve. “Hey Vig, you’re not upset about the other night are you?”
“No. Should I be?” Viggo answered absently as he concentrated on adjusting some part of Aragorn’s costume.
“I hope not. It’s just I didn’t want to offend you with the kiss. Some people, well they don’t understand, or aren’t comfortable you know. I think I gave Elijah a heart attack the first time I kissed him. Just not used to friends being so affectionate I guess. So I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.” Finally out of breathe, Orlando paused and willed himself to shut up.
Viggo had turned his attention to Orlando while he’d been speaking, and now Viggo looked at him intently. “Relax Orli, I wasn’t offended. Considering how many people you’ve kissed I would have been offended if you hadn’t gotten around to me eventually. There’s nothing wrong with a kiss between friends.”
“You understand then. And we’re good, yeah?” Viggo’s casual acceptance reassured Orlando, but also left him oddly disappointed that Viggo seemed to be completely unaffected by the kiss.
“We’re good elf boy so let’s go terrorize some orcs.”
Orlando laughed at the crazy grin Viggo flashed him and followed him out of the trailer. Everything was fine; all he had to do was forget the kiss had ever happened.
That, of course, proved to be much more difficult than he’d thought. Orlando hated to be denied anything even when it was by his own choice. Once kissing Viggo was off limits, he couldn’t help but think about it. It was relatively easy for Orlando to come up with reasons kissing Viggo again wouldn’t be a problem. Like Viggo said, there was nothing wrong with the occasional kiss between friends. Orlando kissed his other friends all the time. Viggo knew the score; it wasn’t like he’d think Orlando was proposing marriage or anything. Then Orlando decided he had overreacted in the first place. It was just a kiss; he must have exaggerated the impacted it’d had on him.
So when the opportunity arose again, Orlando took advantage of it. Most of the cast had gathered at a bar for one last night of partying before Helm’s Deep began. Differing schedules would prevent such a large get together for the foreseeable future. Orlando was pleasantly buzzed, but no where near fall down drunk. He endured a few whispered teasing comments from Billy along the lines of not letting Viggo take advantage of his weakened state, but Billy made no serious effort to keep him sober.
As the night wore on, people drifted off until only Orlando, Viggo, and Craig were left. Craig was still on the dance floor when Orlando decided to head out. “Well, I’m off. Tell Craig goodnight for me, and I’ll see you Monday. Right, old man?”
“Leaving so soon? You must need your beauty sleep,” Viggo teased.
“Well, I’d suggest the same for you, but I’m not sure it would help.” Deciding this was as good a time as any; Orlando leaned down and brushed his lips against Viggo’s.
What started as a simple farewell kiss changed quickly. Viggo brought his hand up to Orlando’s neck effectively holding him in place. Orlando remained still as Viggo used a series of short, soft kisses to tease his lips apart. Then he sighed and closed his eyes as Viggo’s tongue slipped into his mouth. It was just so lovely. All warm and gentle making his whole body tingle. Just when Orlando realized he could do this all night, Viggo pulled back and released him.
“So Monday then,” Viggo raised his glass to Orlando before taking a sip.
Orlando stood and blinked at him a few times before his brain kicked back in. “Monday, yeah,” he answered quietly before making his way to the exit. The first thing he did was call Billy.
Not surprisingly, voice mail picked up. “Boyd, you are fucking useless, and I’m fucking screwed.” With a frustrated sigh, he snapped the phone closed. He’d have a quick wank when he got home, and then he’d find a way to forget he’d ever kissed Viggo Mortensen.
Helm’s Deep was the perfect distraction. Adjusting to the schedule and the physical demands of the shoot kept Orlando too busy to think at all. He certainly had no time to obsess over a few kisses. But as shooting dragged on and on and on, things changed. In the midst of just trying to survive the experience, Orlando fell in love. His previously harmless crush turned into something much deeper.
Once again, Orlando blamed Viggo. They were together almost constantly throughout the shoot. Orlando never stood a chance. He found himself continually amazed by Viggo. Helm’s Deep had been fun at first. In theory, it would be one long boys only camping trip. Reality set in quickly enough. Cold, pain, and exhaustion were their constant companions. The monotony of battle scenes made the nights blend together into a seemingly endless nightmare. It would have been easy for the whole thing to descend into chaos and tension. Orlando would swear Viggo prevented that by example alone.
Orlando knew he had to be suffering as much of the rest of them, but Viggo never let it show. He never let the conditions get to him at least not in front of anyone. He smiled and laughed and did his best to make the whole thing fun again. Orlando spent a lot of time watching Viggo; he always had, so he got to see things other people missed. He saw how Viggo made every person there feel important. He knew when to tell a joke, pat someone on the back, or just listen to someone bitch. He seemed to sense when energy and spirits were lagging. In those moments, Viggo seemed to shine whether by leading the stunt men in a song or by being willing to be trampled just one more time.
So when his back was killing him but his hands and feet were numb, Orlando knew he had Viggo’s strength to draw on. Sometimes his refusal to let Viggo down was the only thing that kept Orlando going, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. At Helm’s Deep it was Viggo’s vision as much as Peter’s that they fought to fulfill. Seeing how everyone responded to Viggo, Orlando initially dismissed his feeling as a deepening of the respect and admiration he already had for Viggo. When he realized how much he wanted to give back to Viggo, he knew it was more than that. He caught himself worrying more and more about who Viggo had to turn to when he was hurting and frustrated. So he learned to see the subtle signs that Viggo needed a break. Orlando started bringing him coffee, telling him dirty jokes, and giving him random hugs. It wasn’t much, but Viggo’s quiet gratitude always left him feeling a little bit warmer.
Once he acknowledged his feelings, Orlando had no more time to think about them. They were added to the long list of things he’s deal with once he had time to sleep and heal. But yet again, Viggo surprised him.
Orlando decided that he hated Viggo. Really hated him, he thought as he stood at the bar waiting for his drink and assuring Sala for the tenth time that he wasn’t mad at him. No, Orlando would save his anger for Viggo. He hadn’t needed Sala’s confirmation to know it had been Viggo’s idea for Sala to meet him at the door with a forceful head but. Even as his vision was clearing, he’d known Viggo was behind it. After all, Viggo and the stuntmen always greeted each other that way. Apparently it was some weird bonding ritual Viggo started with them sometime during the nightmare of Helm’s Deep. Fucking lunatic, obviously a lunatic with a much harder head than Orlando.
After enduring entirely too much teasing, Orlando took refuge in a deserted booth. It was becoming very clear that Orlando had no hope of ever living this down. But for now he needed a break, and in the dark he had a better chance of continuing to avoid Viggo. He stared glumly at his drink and imagined only two things had saved him from complete humiliation. The Hobbits were thankfully absent although they’d hear about this soon enough, and while he had been stunned, Orlando hadn’t actually been knocked out. On the plus side, for once he wasn’t thinking about how much his back hurt.
Orlando was lounging in the booth, back against the wall and feet resting on the bench, trying to decide if he should call it a night when Viggo finally approached him. For the first time Orlando really didn’t want to hear anything Viggo had to say. He held up a hand to keep him from speaking, “One word about prissy delicate elves and I’ll send Big Paul after you.”
Viggo almost smiled, “Not a word I promise. I’m sorry Orli. I didn’t think he’d hit you that hard. Are you alright, really?”
“I’ll live.” The genuine regret and worry he saw in Viggo’s eyes took most of the sting out of his words. “But we’ve all been beat up enough don’t you think. Not sure why you thought I needed a concussion as well.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see.” Viggo gently tipped Orlando’s face to the light. He looked him over carefully before proclaiming, “No permanent damage, you’ll be fine. I know just what you need.” Viggo placed a light kiss on Orlando’s forehead.
Orlando closed his eyes briefly while Viggo’s lips fluttered over the bump on his head. When he opened them, he could see Viggo intended to kiss him again. He pressed himself further into the booth in an effort to avoid him. “Where the fuck is Billy when you need him?”
Looking confused, Viggo sat down next to Orlando’s feet. “You want me to call Billy?”
“No, it’s just he’s supposed to keep this kind of thing from happening. Us, I mean you and I” Orlando gestured between their bodies trying to indicate what he meant, “kissing.”
“Billy has a problem with us kissing?” Viggo asked carefully.
“Well not personally no. He doesn’t care who I kiss,” Orlando tried to explain realizing he’d probably made Billy sound like his jealous lover. “I asked him to because well I couldn’t tell anyone else without it becoming the world’s biggest joke. But he doesn’t understand so he’s no bloody help even when he is around.”
“I’m not so sure I understand either. Just how hard did Sala hit you?” Viggo leaned forward and attempted to check Orlando’s head again.
Orlando swatted him away. “You’re the one who said I was fine.” He was really making a mess of this. If it wouldn’t hurt so much, Orlando would have laid his head down on the table. “It’s just I asked Billy to stop me from kissing you again because, well, because you kiss back,” he finally blurted out.
“I see,” Viggo said clearly amused.
“No one else kisses back at least not like that. Do you kiss everyone like that? You’d be like the pied piper only of kissing not rats or something like that. Fuck, you know what I mean.” Orlando snapped his mouth shut when he realized Viggo was trying desperately not to laugh.
“No Orli, I don’t kiss everyone like that.”
“So why me? Is it some kind of joke? Because if it is, I don’t get it.”
“It’s not a joke. I guess I was trying to show you what it would be like. Us, you and I,” Viggo mimicked Orlando’s earlier gesture, “being together. I’m nothing like the people you normally take home. I don’t share. And there’s nothing casual or simple about what I want with you. I thought I should give you fair warning.”
Orlando closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Viggo had lowered his voice as he spoke sounding sexier than normal. Orlando couldn’t decide if his heart was racing because he was nervous or turned on. Most likely both. He never expected something like this and had no idea how to respond. Self preservation won out. “So you’re interested in more than a friendly snog here and there?”
“Oh yeah,” Viggo smiled slightly.
“And if that’s all I have to offer?” Orlando hated to ask that question, but he had to. If it were any one else, he’d blow the whole thing off and act like it never happened. But Viggo was too important to him. He couldn’t leave him hanging like that.
Viggo shrugged, “No hard feelings Orli. It’s not going to be a problem.” He reached down and briefly squeezed Orlando’s hand. “We’re friends and that’s all that really matters. So I’ll see you on set.”
“Friends, yeah,” Orlando muttered as Viggo walked away. He did rest his head on the table then ignoring the waves of pain it sent through his skull. For someone who prided himself on facing his fears, he sure knew how to run away when the situation called for it.
To Viggo’s credit and Orlando’s amazement, there was no awkwardness between them after that night. Orlando had feared that no matter what Viggo said, they wouldn’t be able to go back to being friends at least not right away. He was never so happy to be proven wrong. They were as close as ever, not even a hint of distance between them. Neither of them mentioned that night, and for the most part Orlando put it out of his mind completely.
After a while, Orlando began to wonder if it had happened at all. He never imagined Viggo could be interested in him, and he certainly didn’t think he’d been so obvious about his own feelings. As far as he was concerned, a relationship with Viggo was never even a possibility. When he tried to think about it now, the whole idea terrified him. He figured that was why he’d been so quick to dismiss it.
If Viggo’s kisses were any indication, having him as a lover would be like nothing he’d ever experienced. Viggo wouldn’t hold back physically or emotionally. He would give Orlando everything, and Orlando wasn’t sure he was ready for that. His relationships so far had been fairly superficial. Even more intimidating was what Viggo would expect from him. He wasn’t looking for a pretty boy to warm his bed; he would want Orlando to give of himself as well. No one had ever asked that much of Orlando before, and it was a failure he wasn’t willing to risk.
Tine went on, and Orlando realized Viggo was right. They were still friends, closer than ever really, so there was no reason to dwell upon what might have been. It took a reminder of how fragile life is for him to admit what complete and utter bullshit that was. He found out by accident really. Most people, Peter included, would hear the story months later casually told in an interview. Just another risk taken in a quest for perfection. But Orlando was in the right place at the right time, heading back to his trailer when he heard two stuntmen talking.
“They really fucked up on the river today. I hear they almost let Viggo drown. Someone’s going to have their ass chewed for that one.”
“Just be glad it wasn’t us.”
They seemed a bit shocked when Orlando interrupted their conversation and basically browbeat them for details. He couldn’t be bothered with politeness. There wasn’t much they could tell him, but he got the basics. Viggo had been sucked into some rapids, hit his head, and came precariously close to not surfacing. Orlando knew they were working on some shots of Aragon floating unconscious and half dead in the river after falling off the cliff. Viggo had talked to him a bit about wanting to do the stunt himself so he could get in Aragorn’s head. It was such a Viggo thing to do that Orlando had never questioned the safety of the stunt. He hadn’t thought Viggo would be getting so close to the half dead part.
Orlando did his best to hold it together while his wig and makeup were carefully removed. He just wanted to get out of there and see Viggo for himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he almost lost. Not only was Viggo one of his best friends, he also should have been his future. Orlando had known that for a long time, but had just been too afraid to admit it. All those things he said after his accident about living life to the fullest and not letting fear stop him were all lies. Sure, he risked his body all the time, but he was still guarding his heart. He was protecting it from the one person he should have known would cherish it. Orlando had been a cowardly cunt, but that was about to change.
Orlando was waiting on the porch when Viggo got home. He stood and stretched the stiffness out of his back while he waited for Viggo to reach the door.
“Orli, what are you doing here?”
Viggo looked tired, exhausted really, and he was moving carefully as though he didn’t want to jar anything. He was even speaking more quietly than normal. Any lingering doubts Orlando had fled the minute he saw Viggo. He reached a trembling hand out, absurdly nervous about touching Viggo. His finger hovered near his face not quite reaching him. “Are you alright? And don’t bother lying I can see through your macho act.” Orlando attempted a weak smile.
“I’m fine. I may have swallowed half the river, my head is killing me, and I think I’m way too old for this shit, but otherwise I’m fine. How did you hear about it?”
“Stunties are terrible gossips you know. Worse than the Hobbits really,” Orlando finally dropped his hand and gave Viggo a real smile.
“Damn, I was hoping to keep this quiet. No visible bruises so I thought I could avoid any fussing. Or hysterics from the higher ups,” Viggo grimaced.
“I’m not sure who all knows. Let’s go in yeah. You should get some rest.” Orlando shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped back while Viggo opened the door. He was tempted to leave, but he knew if he left, he’d just be running again. Instead he tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe.
Viggo led him in to the house. He must have noticed Orlando’s nervousness because he asked, “Orli are you okay?”
“You’re not supposed to be asking me that. It’s just when I heard you were hurt, it scared me, a lot. I started thinking about all the things I’d fucked up with you. Mostly I let you think I didn’t want you when really I was just afraid. But I do want you, Viggo. I want all of it, everything. If you still want me that is. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t after all I pretty much told you to bugger off.”
“I do want you,” Viggo jumped in when Orlando finally paused. “But Orlando”
“Christ Vig, I don’t mean tonight,” Orlando interrupted. “Tonight, I want to take care of you. Is that okay? Will you let me do that?” Orlando almost pleaded. When Viggo nodded, he continued “The rest can wait. There’s always tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. There are a lot of days Viggo, and that’s what I want with you. Tell me you still want that too.” Orlando’s voice trailed off, and he stepped toward Viggo. He touched him for the first time. Cupping his face in his hands, Orlando searched Viggo’s eyes for answers. Seeing what he needed to, Orlando finally wrapped his arms around Viggo.
Viggo returned Orlando’s embrace. His whispered, “I want that too, Orlando. I always have,” almost undid him. He buried his face in Viggo’s neck and held him tightly. Once he realized if he stayed in Viggo’s arms much longer he was going to start bawling like a girl, Orlando pulled back. “I never realized kitchens were so bloody romantic,” he joked with a slight sniff. “Are you hungry? I could make you something.”
“No, but thank you.” Viggo smiled, and Orlando could see his eyes were shining a bit too.
“How about a bath or shower then? Run the water real hot, yeah. That will make you feel a bit better.” Viggo nodded and headed out of the room letting go of Orlando’s hand at the last minute. “And don’t look at me like that or I’ll follow you in there, all my good intentions shot to hell,” Orlando called after him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Orlando whispered to himself. He leaned into the wall and tried to stop shaking as the last of his adrenaline faded. He was here with Viggo, and with any luck he’d be staying. God, he didn’t want to screw this up. “A good start would be making through a conversation without sounding like a babbling idiot,” he told himself.
Deciding he might as well make himself useful, Orlando rummaged through the kitchen until he found the ingredients for a light supper. Fixing it gave him something to do, and despite what Viggo said, he needed to eat. He was setting the food out on the coffee table when Viggo came down from the bathroom.
“You didn’t have to do this Orli, but it looks great. The shower was a good idea too; I feel a lot better.” Viggo sat on the couch and gestured for Orlando to join him.
“You look better.” And he did, Orlando thought. Still tired, but not as battered. He wiped his hands on his pants suddenly nervous again. “It’s not much, but I thought you should eat something.”
“Sit down and relax Orlando.” Viggo’s tone was gentle.
Orlando sat and took a deep breath. “This is stupid; I know. We’ve had dinner tons of times. But,” he shook his head not sure how to say this. “It means something this time. It’s more important.” Orlando looked hard at Viggo willing him to understand.
“Don’t think of it like that; you’ll give yourself a heart attack.” Viggo took Orlando’s hands, “We know what we want. Just let it happen. You don’t need to force anything or fight it either.”
“I’m sorry,” Orlando stroked Viggo’s face lightly. “It’s just nothing has ever mattered this much to me. But you’re right; I need to stop thinking so much.” He took a deep breath and told himself to start over. “So did you hear about Dom chasing Pete with a spider this morning?”
Once Orlando relaxed the ease and familiarity of being with Viggo returned. Only now there was an added intimacy. They sat closer together touching often as they ate. Viggo kept the conversation light and humorous. When dinner was over, Orlando settled in the corner of the couch with Viggo’s head lying in his lap. He stroked his hair gently avoiding the tender spot he’d already found by accident. Finally, he had the courage to ask, “So what happened today?”
“It was just an accident. We thought we had everything covered, but my costume must weigh more than we thought. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”
Viggo spoke casually, and Orlando knew he was trying not to upset him. “How did you hit your head?” he asked his voice barely above a whisper.
“There were some rocks when I went under.”
Orlando swallowed hard, “You were trapped?”
“I couldn’t get back to the surface right away. It wasn’t that long.”
“It was long enough though for you to know you might not make it back up,” Orlando kept his voice steady although his hands trembled. He remembered those moments from his own fall. When time seemed to stop just long enough for you to realize what was happening.
“It was long enough to scare me, to make me think about things I should have done or wouldn’t get a chance to do. But I’m okay.” Viggo reached for one of Orlando’s hands.
“Did you get a chance to talk to your son?” Viggo talked about Henry all the time. Orlando knew how close they were.
“I wanted to, but the timing was wrong.” Viggo squeezed Orlando’s hand. “I’ll call him in the morning. It’s probably better this way. I don’t want to scare him, and I might have if I called right away.” He turned his head so he was looking up at Orlando’s face. “I was glad to see you when I got home. It felt good, right.”
“Yeah, for me too,” Orlando answered his voice a little rough. He leaned down and kissed Viggo lightly. “You should get some rest now. Do you work tomorrow?”
“No, do you?”
“Yeah, early call.”
“I really am alright. You don’t have to stay.”
“And if I want to?” Orlando made sure Viggo could see his face and know he meant it.
“Then you are always welcome, always.”
Orlando’s smile lit up the room. “Good because there’s no where else I want to be. Come on then, off to bed with you.” After quickly cleaning up, Orlando made his way to Viggo’s bedroom. Stripping down to just his underwear, he lay down next to Viggo. He kissed Viggo again before settling close to him. “I don’t want to wake you up when I leave tomorrow. Is it alright if I come back here when I’m done?”
“I hoped you’d want to. The door will be open.”
Orlando opened his mouth to thank him, but when he saw the love and tenderness in Viggo’s expression, he said something else entirely. “I love you, you know. It’s not just about sex. Which is a good thing since we won’t be having any tonight.”
Viggo’s kiss effectively silenced him. “Thank you for telling me. I thought I knew, but to hear it,” Viggo shook his head his eyes filled with tears. “I love you too. You can trust in that, believe in it.” Viggo’s fingers lightly stroked the skin along his Mohawk relaxing Orlando until he drifted off to sleep.
It was hard leaving Viggo the next morning. Harder still making it through a day consisting mainly of reaction shots. Luckily most called for Legolas to look anxious or concerned something he could manage quite easily. He tried not to let his impatience show, but the crew seemed as relieved as he was when he was finally released.
He was tempted to knock when he arrived at Viggo’s but decided it was unnecessary. He found Viggo curled up on the couch writing in one of his ever present notebooks. “Hey love,” he greeted him with a kiss. “How are you feeling?”
“Perfectly fine, how was your day?”
“Boring as hell. I spent most of it staring off into the distance trying to look worried.” He demonstrated for Viggo. “I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Did you get a chance to call Henry?”
“I did; it was good to hear his voice. I told him about the stunt but left out the details. He was suitably impressed. Are you hungry? What did you have in mind for tonight?”
Reassured by how much better Viggo looked and sounded, Orlando decided to tell him the truth. “There is something I’ve wanted to do.”
Viggo set his notebook down giving Orlando his full attention. “What?”
“Kiss you when I’m sober.” Orlando sat down straddling Viggo’s lap and brought their mouths together. He tangled his hands in Viggo’s hair deepening the kiss almost immediately. Viggo’s tongue was in his mouth then, tasting and exploring. It was everything Orlando remembered only better. It was a slow fire that burned more each minute. He felt Viggo’s hands glide over his back cupping his ass and grinding their crotches together.
“Fuck, Viggo I think we should move this to the bedroom.” Orlando spoke while kissing his way along Viggo’s jaw and down his neck.
Viggo nudged him off his lap and onto his feet. He murmured his consent to Orlando and guided him to the bedroom. They lost most of their clothes along the way. Once they lay together naked on the bed, they paused for a moment drinking in the sight of each other’s bodies. Orlando had seen Viggo in various stages of undress, but never like this. See him all at once, especially aroused, he was breathtaking. His body bore the scrapes and bruises of the film as Orlando’s did, but they just added to his appeal.
“Let me love you Orlando,” Viggo broke the silence his voice husky with desire. “Let me show you what I feel for you.”
Orlando could only nod his throat too tight for speech. Then Viggo kissed him again, and there was nothing else. He couldn’t think beyond the feel of Viggo’s mouth on his. His hands cradling his face before moving over his body. Viggo’s lovely hands, rough with calluses and nicks from battles, stroked his skin. Already sensitive, each touch sent fissures of desire through him. Then Viggo heightened the sensation by following his hands with his mouth. His lips, his teeth, his tongue were everywhere. Orlando arched off the bed when Viggo bit down on his nipple; he laughed when he licked his way down his ribs.
For his part, Orlando touched Viggo were he could. He was moving constantly. Reacting to Viggo’s touch while trying to learn the feel of Viggo’s body. His hands roamed Viggo’s back while he kissed any part of Viggo he could reach. Viggo’s moans of passion let him know he was hitting the right spots. It would have been heaven if Viggo wasn’t ignoring the one part of his body that needed attention the most. Orlando thrust his cock up shamelessly begging, “Please Viggo, God please touch me.”
“Soon, I promise.” Viggo kissed him again trying to soothe him. “Just not right now. A little longer, please for me.” He rolled Orlando over onto his stomach. Viggo straddled Orlando his knees resting to the side of Orlando’s hips. He caressed the mostly bare skin of Orlando’s skull while nibbling and sucking on his neck. Then he leaned back and ran his hands along the sides of Orlando’s scar while tracing it with his tongue. “You’re so strong Orlando,” he whispered when he reached then end. “You’re beautiful too, but it’s your strength I fell in love with. You can do anything; I want you to know that. But right now I want you weak from pleasure. I want you to feel nothing but desire. Can you do that for me? Just feel.”
The change in Viggo’s position had allowed his cock to rest against Orlando’s body. The feel of it, hot, heavy, and already leaking was driving Orlando mad. He whimpered in response to Viggo’s words pushing his hips up trying to more contact. Viggo’s hands on his hips stilled him. He felt Viggo shift away from him while he spread Orlando’s ass a bit. Orlando felt the first brush against his entrance, but didn’t recognize what it was until Viggo pushed his tongue inside him. Even Viggo holding him couldn’t prevent him from pushing back into the touch. Orlando had never done this before; it wasn’t something he’d wanted to share with casual lovers. He couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. All that warm, wet heat inside of him, and the warmth of Viggo’s breath against his balls. “Don’t stop Viggo. Just please more.”
Viggo moved his tongue leisurely in ands out of Orlando’s body. He licked around his entrance again and blew across it making Orlando shiver before delving inside again. Every now and then, he would brush Orlando’s prostate sending bolts of pleasure like Orlando had never felt through his entire body. Just when Orlando thought he would die from the intensity of it, Viggo pulled away and turned Orlando unto his back.
Viggo kissed him again and again before whispering, “You’re so sexy Orlando. I could touch and kiss you forever. But you want more, don’t you?”
Orlando nodded, and Viggo coated his fingers with lube. He gently and quickly prepared Orlando’s body. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, for God’s sake yes,” Orlando answered desperate to finally feel Viggo inside of him.
Viggo slipped a condom on and eased into Orlando’s body. Orlando wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist and urged him deeper. Viggo was braced above Orlando, his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. Orlando nudged him again letting him know he was ready.
Initially Viggo kept the rhythm slow. Pulling in and out of Orlando’s body with long deep strokes. But soon he began moving faster and harder. “God Orlando, you feel so good. I want this to last, but I don’t know how much longer,” a moan of passion cut f his words.
Orlando shook his head. “I don’t want to wait. Please just touch me. I need to feel you everywhere.”
Viggo then finally, finally wrapped his hand around Orlando’s erection. He held in firmly his hand matching the motion of his own cock. It wasn’t long before Orlando’s orgasm hit him. Through his own shouts, he saw the shudders of release go through Viggo’s body, imagined he could feel Viggo pulsing within him.
When it was over, Viggo pulled out carefully. He lay on his back pulled Orlando to him so Orlando was draped across him. Orlando listened to Viggo’s heartbeat and when his own heart had calmed, he tried to speak. He lifted his head so he could see Viggo’s eyes. “Thank you. That was,” he shook his head frustrated when words wouldn’t come. “I don’t know how to tell you.” Orlando buried his face in Viggo’s chest and held him tighter.
“You don’t have to,” Viggo said as he stroked Orlando’s hair. “I know.”
Orlando shook his head. “I don’t think you do. I’ve never felt like that before. It was so much more than I expected.” Orlando sighed. He wasn’t sure he could explain this to Viggo. This had been so far beyond anything in his experience. He hadn’t really understood what it meant to make love, to have passion and emotion mix so perfectly. It was deeper, better, more complete than he could have imagined. But he didn’t have the words for that. “I’m so sorry I ran from this. I wouldn’t do that again. I understand now; I know what it’s worth. I love you and I will fight for that, for you,” he told Viggo fiercely.
“I will too Orli, always.”
Orlando knew that was their promise to each. It would bind them forever giving them both hope and strength. At peace, he again fell asleep in Viggo’s arms.
A few years later:
It was Henry who told Orlando about the kiss. He was in New Zealand with his father for Return of the King reshoots and called Orlando almost as often as Viggo did.
“Hey Orli, how’s filming?” Henry’s voice greeted him when he answered the phone.
“Hot and dusty. How are things in New Zealand? Are you having a good time?” Orlando really hated not being there with Viggo, but his filming schedule for Troy couldn’t be changed. It was great to be working with Sean Bean and Eric Bana again. They had fun together, but it wasn’t New Zealand and Viggo wasn’t with him.
“It’s cool for the most part, but I wish you were here.”
“Yeah me too. How’s you dad?”
“He misses you. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he doesn’t like being here without you. He’s acting weirder than normal.”
Orlando laughed at the disdain he heard in Henry’s voice. “It didn’t think it was possible for your dad to get any weirder.”
“He kissed Billy today. I think they got it on tape.”
“A good one, yeah? I wish I would have seen it. So what happened?” Sober and only slightly embarrassed, Orlando had eventually told Viggo the whole story behind Billy’s duty to keep them from kissing. Viggo knew how much Billy had teased him about Viggo’s ‘dangerous and deadly’ lips so he had his suspicions about exactly why Viggo kissed Billy.
Orlando couldn’t stop laughing as Henry told him about little Samwise’s wedding with its audience of two. Leave it to Astin to be so uncomfortable kissing someone other than his wife that Viggo recruited Billy to help cheer them on. And it was the perfect set up for Viggo to finally get back at Billy. Poor Billy probably never knew what hit him. “God, that’s classic. I hope they put on the DVD. The fans will love it. I can’t wait to see the look on Billy’s face.”
“He was so surprised. It was great.” Henry was laughing now too. “Oh Dad will probably forget, but Billy said to tell you he understands now.”
Orlando lost it completely then. “Oh I bet he does,” he gasps out when he finally stopped laughing. “Listen Henry I’ve got to go. Thanks for calling. Tell Billy he owes me big time for being such a cunt. Hug your dad for me and remind him I’ll call him tonight. And tell him to keep his lips to himself from now on. Catch you later.”
“Bye Orli.”
Orlando smiled as he headed back to the set. He couldn’t wait to tell Bean about this.
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Date: 2005-07-25 11:32 pm (UTC)