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Title: Physical contact
Author: Inge
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Feedback: Hell yes. Please!
Warning: Slash. As usual :P
Disclaimer: Orli touching Viggo’s hair on set it true. The rest isn’t, as far as I know.
Author's note: This is completely dedicated to Aurora, my favourite reader who’s writing I adore very much. Well girl, this is for you.
I don’t remember if everybody was in costume when the hair-stroking occurred, and I don’t feel like looking it up. Sorry if some things aren’t right.
Summary: Physical contact is as a second nature for Orlando.
Orlando has always been someone who loves physical contact. Hugging the hobbits, kissing Viggo on the cheek (in front of the camera), sitting on anyone’s lap, it all came as a second nature to him, he just loved touching people. Even Bean, with whom he wasn’t as close with as the hobbits, was the victim of his affection.
Everybody loved Orli, the crazy elf that was always in for a joke and at times even gave the impression he had a crush on the whole cast and crew because of his behaviour.
That afternoon was no different. Part of the cast had gathered together, enjoying a well-needed and deserved break in between shoots. The hobbits were having an animated conversation and the others were watching them, enjoying the sight of the four men in their hobbit-suits.
Viggo smiled contently. Every once in a while he said something to Sean or Orli but most of the time he just watched, quietly enjoying the company. And Orlando, as usual, was all over everybody. As he said something to Viggo his hand reached out for the older man’s hair and started stroking, once again enjoying the contact.
But this time, it was different. For Viggo, anyway. The moment Orli’s hand touched him, fondling his hair, Viggo shivered and held his breath, confused with the feelings that simple caress stirred in him.
Everyone around him just continued as if nothing had happened, but for Viggo everything was going to change. All because of a simple caress of someone who touched people all the time.
Orlando, as Viggo, was a bit surprised with what he felt whenever he was around Viggo. But he wasn’t that shocked. He was someone who loved people, who loved touching them, and he just felt a little more comfortable with Viggo than with the rest. Of course he hung around with the hobbits more, but when he was around Viggo… It just felt right. Every occasional touch, intentionally or not, felt right.
After shooting Viggo retreated to his temporary apartment, planning on doing a bit of musing. He wanted to be alone for a while, so he had the opportunity to think about what a certain elf was doing to him. But when you are at the same place as the aforementioned elf, you shouldn’t want to be alone. That’s practically impossible.
So when Viggo sat down on his couch, beer in front of him, someone knocked on the door. With a sigh Viggo stood up again, ready to make up an excuse for wanting to be alone, but when he opened the door he was lost for words.
“Hey, Vig. Figured you’d like some company, if you don’t mind?” Orlando was standing there, hands in his pockets but a wide grin on his face, and Viggo smiled as well.
“Sure Orli, come on in.” After all, who can refuse an elf? “Want anything to drink?”
“A beer is fine, thanks.” Orlando threw himself on the couch Viggo had sat on before, watching the older man as he got another beer. He handed it to Orlando and sat down next to him, bare feet only just visible under his pants.
They chatted about the regular stuff, filming, home, and every once in a while Orlando would shift a little closer to Viggo. Until they came to a point where Orlando was practically sitting on Viggo’s lap, looking up at the other man with a smile.
All this made Viggo very nervous indeed. It had been ages since he’d been in love, and having a crush on a man was definitely a different thing. Of course he wasn’t completely new at it, almost everybody in the acting-business had *some* experience of the sorts. But fucking and loving are two completely different things.
Love, is it now?
Yes, it was. He loved Orli, more than just as a friend. Then again, he was almost old enough to be his father. And maybe he was just feeling this way because they were together for so long, almost completely isolated from the rest of the world. It was perfectly natural to start feeling something for your cast mates.
But as Viggo mused about the elf who was now leaning against him Orli’s hands were in Viggo’s hair again, absently stroking it. And again Viggo felt that shiver going down his spine, right to his crotch. Orlando noticed it too, because he pulled back and bit his lip. Frowning, he asked Viggo:
“What changed? Between us, I mean. You never reacted like this when I touched you.”
“Like what? You touch everyone, all the time, why would I be different?” Viggo replied smugly, and Orlando smiled.
“You are different, Vig. I figured you knew.”
“How should I know? Christ Orli, you’re always all over everyone. And I won’t claim I don’t like it, I do. I like you, the way you are, the way you make me feel.”
“I can let you feel so much more, if you’d let me.” Brown meets blue, and their eyes lock for the briefest moment before Orlando leans in and ever so softly kisses Viggo.
Orlando has always been someone who loves physical contact. Especially when he’s in love with the person he touches. And this time, Viggo is all too happy to return those definitely intentional caresses.
~fin~
*.*.*
Title: Entertain me
Author: Inge
Pairing: David Wenham/Elijah, Viggo/Elijah/David, Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R, leaning towards NC-17
Feedback: Please!
Warning: Here there be slash. And lots of moaning XD
Disclaimer: This is not true (as far as I know). I don’t own the guys, just the plot.
Dedication: To daaves_b, because he so kindly asked for this.
Author's note: Before writing this I knew nothing about David, except that he plays Faramir in LotR. He’s not a character I write often (actually this is the first and probably last time I do), so he might not be very accurate. And Slutty!Elijah, well.. the Elijah-muse in my head made me do this. He wanted some action. Summary: Elijah is bored and wants to mess around. David is all too happy to help Elijah. Viggo isn’t, really.
Elijah Wood is bored. Very much so, even.
Normally he loves parties, but this one isn’t particularly special. Actually, it’s quite dull. Orlando called to tell he was sick and wouldn’t come, and Dom and Billy only have eyes for each other.
Suddenly, Elijah notices a guy standing in a corner he hasn’t seen before. He narrows his eyes, and recognizes him as David Wenham. Or Faramir, if you wish. It’s quite surprising to see him here, Elijah muses, because David isn’t really a party-guy.
A smile decorating his face, Elijah slowly moves over do David. The red-haired man looks up in surprise when he hears Elijah approach, but when he sees who it is he grins. “Hey Elijah. What’s up?”
“Nothing much. You?”
“Same here. Quite a boring party, if you ask me. I suddenly remember why I hardly come to these get-togethers..”
Elijah nods. “Definitely. That’s why I came over, really. Fancy some action?”
David’s face lights up obviously. “What do you have in mind, then?”
“Follow me.” Winking, Elijah leads David to the boy’s room. He sticks his head around the door he checks if it’s empty, and when it is he gestures for David to follow him. David does, albeit hesitantly, and curiously eyes Elijah as he sits down on the sink.
“You lost me, Lijah. What’s the fun here?”
Elijah just smirks, and leans against the door casually. “Use your imagination, David. Entertain me.”
Shaking his head, David watches Elijah who is walking towards him slowly. He stops in front of him, standing so close that their brows almost touch.
“My imagination, hm? Well, let me see..”
Forcefully he crashes his lips onto Elijah’s, pulling him even closer as he does so. No gentle kiss, but fast and hard and rough. When Elijah moans David breaks the kiss, gasping for breath but grinning.
“That fun enough for you?”
“Definitely fun, but I want to see what else you can…” Before Elijah has the chance to finish the sentence David is all over him again, the kiss even more aggressive than the first one.
But this one doesn’t last as long, because Elijah pulls away almost immediately. “No, you’re not in charge here. I am.”
David’s eyes widen, but Elijah pulls him off the sink and smashes him into the wall. Needy hands try to get rid off David’s shirt, ripping it apart and showing a bare chest. David’s hands grasp at Elijah’s hair, whimpering when Elijah bites on a nipple, sucks it.
“Oh god…”
“That’s it David. Moan for me. Like that…”
The two men are so caught up in their activities that they don’t hear the door open, and it isn’t until Viggo steps in that they realize they’re not alone anymore. Grinning, Elijah turns around and sees Viggo standing in the door opening, hair ruffled and looking very sexy indeed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were… busy.” Viggo smiles apologetically and is about to turn around and leave when Elijah grabs his hand.
“Don’t leave. It’s okay to watch. Or join.” The younger man winks and returns to David, who is watching Viggo with growing interest. But as Elijah let his hands roam his stomach David shuts his eyes again.
Viggo silently closes the door behind him, his need to go to the bathroom overruling his embarrassment. “Don’t worry Lijah, David, I’ll be out of here in a second. Just… ignore me.”
Elijah and David continue their aggressive make-out session while Viggo tries to get out of there as fast as he can. But when he’s finished and makes his way to the door, Elijah stops him. “Come on Vig, you know you want to.”
“I don’t think so Elijah…” Elijah smirks and places a soft kiss on Viggo’s lips, quietly asking for permission. When Viggo struggles to back off Elijah grabs his wrists, slowly but persuasively pushing him against the door.
“Aw Vig, don’t be such a spoilsport.”
“Elijah, don’t. I should go back in… Oh… Ah!” His protests are muffled by Elijah’s lips on his, and he groans when Elijah places a well timed hand on the older man’s crotch.
In the mean time David has caught his breath and joins the two other men, wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist as he watches them kiss.
Viggo was the one to break the kiss, and Elijah smirks. “Like that?”
“Oh yes. But…”
David leans over Elijah’s shoulder and kisses Viggo eagerly, a mere brushing of lips before his hands slips in Elijah’s pants. Elijah moans as well, bucking into David’s hand. Viggo was still trapped between Elijah and the wall, and he gasps for breath as he watches David stroke Elijah.
And then the door opens again, revealing Orlando. His eyes grow big as he sees what was going on, and Viggo rolls his eyes at him. “What?”
Orlando grins. “Now that’s an interesting pose, Vig.”
“To say the least. I never knew Elijah could be so dominant.”
Elijah moans, but when he opens his eyes and sees Orlando he grins. “Hey, Orli. Wanna join?”
“Little slut. Nah, I came to see what was taking Viggo so long, but now I see.” He turns around, but Viggo cries: “Orli, fuckin’ help me out here!”
“Okay, because you asked so nicely. Lijah, David, move it for a sec.” He gently pushes Elijah and David aside and takes Viggo’s hand. “C’mon Vig, let’s leave those two alone.”
Hand in hand they leave, and Elijah stares at David. “Well, that was odd. You think they’re gonna mess around together somewhere else?”
“They might. Who cares. Now, where was I…” David wraps his hands around Elijah again, and they continue their session.
Outside, Orlando leads Viggo to his car. Viggo smirks. “A car? God Orli, I thought you’d have a bit more… class, if you wish.”
“It’ll have to do, unless you want to join Dave and Lijah again…” He kisses Viggo, and reaches for the handle to open the door.
“I don’t care Orli. As long as you’re with me…”
“Whatever, ‘Sam’. Now get your lovely ass in the car so I can fuck you.”
~fin~
Two stories at once, because it saves some space. Enjoy, people :).
Author: Inge
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Feedback: Hell yes. Please!
Warning: Slash. As usual :P
Disclaimer: Orli touching Viggo’s hair on set it true. The rest isn’t, as far as I know.
Author's note: This is completely dedicated to Aurora, my favourite reader who’s writing I adore very much. Well girl, this is for you.
I don’t remember if everybody was in costume when the hair-stroking occurred, and I don’t feel like looking it up. Sorry if some things aren’t right.
Summary: Physical contact is as a second nature for Orlando.
Orlando has always been someone who loves physical contact. Hugging the hobbits, kissing Viggo on the cheek (in front of the camera), sitting on anyone’s lap, it all came as a second nature to him, he just loved touching people. Even Bean, with whom he wasn’t as close with as the hobbits, was the victim of his affection.
Everybody loved Orli, the crazy elf that was always in for a joke and at times even gave the impression he had a crush on the whole cast and crew because of his behaviour.
That afternoon was no different. Part of the cast had gathered together, enjoying a well-needed and deserved break in between shoots. The hobbits were having an animated conversation and the others were watching them, enjoying the sight of the four men in their hobbit-suits.
Viggo smiled contently. Every once in a while he said something to Sean or Orli but most of the time he just watched, quietly enjoying the company. And Orlando, as usual, was all over everybody. As he said something to Viggo his hand reached out for the older man’s hair and started stroking, once again enjoying the contact.
But this time, it was different. For Viggo, anyway. The moment Orli’s hand touched him, fondling his hair, Viggo shivered and held his breath, confused with the feelings that simple caress stirred in him.
Everyone around him just continued as if nothing had happened, but for Viggo everything was going to change. All because of a simple caress of someone who touched people all the time.
Orlando, as Viggo, was a bit surprised with what he felt whenever he was around Viggo. But he wasn’t that shocked. He was someone who loved people, who loved touching them, and he just felt a little more comfortable with Viggo than with the rest. Of course he hung around with the hobbits more, but when he was around Viggo… It just felt right. Every occasional touch, intentionally or not, felt right.
After shooting Viggo retreated to his temporary apartment, planning on doing a bit of musing. He wanted to be alone for a while, so he had the opportunity to think about what a certain elf was doing to him. But when you are at the same place as the aforementioned elf, you shouldn’t want to be alone. That’s practically impossible.
So when Viggo sat down on his couch, beer in front of him, someone knocked on the door. With a sigh Viggo stood up again, ready to make up an excuse for wanting to be alone, but when he opened the door he was lost for words.
“Hey, Vig. Figured you’d like some company, if you don’t mind?” Orlando was standing there, hands in his pockets but a wide grin on his face, and Viggo smiled as well.
“Sure Orli, come on in.” After all, who can refuse an elf? “Want anything to drink?”
“A beer is fine, thanks.” Orlando threw himself on the couch Viggo had sat on before, watching the older man as he got another beer. He handed it to Orlando and sat down next to him, bare feet only just visible under his pants.
They chatted about the regular stuff, filming, home, and every once in a while Orlando would shift a little closer to Viggo. Until they came to a point where Orlando was practically sitting on Viggo’s lap, looking up at the other man with a smile.
All this made Viggo very nervous indeed. It had been ages since he’d been in love, and having a crush on a man was definitely a different thing. Of course he wasn’t completely new at it, almost everybody in the acting-business had *some* experience of the sorts. But fucking and loving are two completely different things.
Love, is it now?
Yes, it was. He loved Orli, more than just as a friend. Then again, he was almost old enough to be his father. And maybe he was just feeling this way because they were together for so long, almost completely isolated from the rest of the world. It was perfectly natural to start feeling something for your cast mates.
But as Viggo mused about the elf who was now leaning against him Orli’s hands were in Viggo’s hair again, absently stroking it. And again Viggo felt that shiver going down his spine, right to his crotch. Orlando noticed it too, because he pulled back and bit his lip. Frowning, he asked Viggo:
“What changed? Between us, I mean. You never reacted like this when I touched you.”
“Like what? You touch everyone, all the time, why would I be different?” Viggo replied smugly, and Orlando smiled.
“You are different, Vig. I figured you knew.”
“How should I know? Christ Orli, you’re always all over everyone. And I won’t claim I don’t like it, I do. I like you, the way you are, the way you make me feel.”
“I can let you feel so much more, if you’d let me.” Brown meets blue, and their eyes lock for the briefest moment before Orlando leans in and ever so softly kisses Viggo.
Orlando has always been someone who loves physical contact. Especially when he’s in love with the person he touches. And this time, Viggo is all too happy to return those definitely intentional caresses.
~fin~
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Title: Entertain me
Author: Inge
Pairing: David Wenham/Elijah, Viggo/Elijah/David, Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R, leaning towards NC-17
Feedback: Please!
Warning: Here there be slash. And lots of moaning XD
Disclaimer: This is not true (as far as I know). I don’t own the guys, just the plot.
Dedication: To daaves_b, because he so kindly asked for this.
Author's note: Before writing this I knew nothing about David, except that he plays Faramir in LotR. He’s not a character I write often (actually this is the first and probably last time I do), so he might not be very accurate. And Slutty!Elijah, well.. the Elijah-muse in my head made me do this. He wanted some action. Summary: Elijah is bored and wants to mess around. David is all too happy to help Elijah. Viggo isn’t, really.
Elijah Wood is bored. Very much so, even.
Normally he loves parties, but this one isn’t particularly special. Actually, it’s quite dull. Orlando called to tell he was sick and wouldn’t come, and Dom and Billy only have eyes for each other.
Suddenly, Elijah notices a guy standing in a corner he hasn’t seen before. He narrows his eyes, and recognizes him as David Wenham. Or Faramir, if you wish. It’s quite surprising to see him here, Elijah muses, because David isn’t really a party-guy.
A smile decorating his face, Elijah slowly moves over do David. The red-haired man looks up in surprise when he hears Elijah approach, but when he sees who it is he grins. “Hey Elijah. What’s up?”
“Nothing much. You?”
“Same here. Quite a boring party, if you ask me. I suddenly remember why I hardly come to these get-togethers..”
Elijah nods. “Definitely. That’s why I came over, really. Fancy some action?”
David’s face lights up obviously. “What do you have in mind, then?”
“Follow me.” Winking, Elijah leads David to the boy’s room. He sticks his head around the door he checks if it’s empty, and when it is he gestures for David to follow him. David does, albeit hesitantly, and curiously eyes Elijah as he sits down on the sink.
“You lost me, Lijah. What’s the fun here?”
Elijah just smirks, and leans against the door casually. “Use your imagination, David. Entertain me.”
Shaking his head, David watches Elijah who is walking towards him slowly. He stops in front of him, standing so close that their brows almost touch.
“My imagination, hm? Well, let me see..”
Forcefully he crashes his lips onto Elijah’s, pulling him even closer as he does so. No gentle kiss, but fast and hard and rough. When Elijah moans David breaks the kiss, gasping for breath but grinning.
“That fun enough for you?”
“Definitely fun, but I want to see what else you can…” Before Elijah has the chance to finish the sentence David is all over him again, the kiss even more aggressive than the first one.
But this one doesn’t last as long, because Elijah pulls away almost immediately. “No, you’re not in charge here. I am.”
David’s eyes widen, but Elijah pulls him off the sink and smashes him into the wall. Needy hands try to get rid off David’s shirt, ripping it apart and showing a bare chest. David’s hands grasp at Elijah’s hair, whimpering when Elijah bites on a nipple, sucks it.
“Oh god…”
“That’s it David. Moan for me. Like that…”
The two men are so caught up in their activities that they don’t hear the door open, and it isn’t until Viggo steps in that they realize they’re not alone anymore. Grinning, Elijah turns around and sees Viggo standing in the door opening, hair ruffled and looking very sexy indeed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were… busy.” Viggo smiles apologetically and is about to turn around and leave when Elijah grabs his hand.
“Don’t leave. It’s okay to watch. Or join.” The younger man winks and returns to David, who is watching Viggo with growing interest. But as Elijah let his hands roam his stomach David shuts his eyes again.
Viggo silently closes the door behind him, his need to go to the bathroom overruling his embarrassment. “Don’t worry Lijah, David, I’ll be out of here in a second. Just… ignore me.”
Elijah and David continue their aggressive make-out session while Viggo tries to get out of there as fast as he can. But when he’s finished and makes his way to the door, Elijah stops him. “Come on Vig, you know you want to.”
“I don’t think so Elijah…” Elijah smirks and places a soft kiss on Viggo’s lips, quietly asking for permission. When Viggo struggles to back off Elijah grabs his wrists, slowly but persuasively pushing him against the door.
“Aw Vig, don’t be such a spoilsport.”
“Elijah, don’t. I should go back in… Oh… Ah!” His protests are muffled by Elijah’s lips on his, and he groans when Elijah places a well timed hand on the older man’s crotch.
In the mean time David has caught his breath and joins the two other men, wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist as he watches them kiss.
Viggo was the one to break the kiss, and Elijah smirks. “Like that?”
“Oh yes. But…”
David leans over Elijah’s shoulder and kisses Viggo eagerly, a mere brushing of lips before his hands slips in Elijah’s pants. Elijah moans as well, bucking into David’s hand. Viggo was still trapped between Elijah and the wall, and he gasps for breath as he watches David stroke Elijah.
And then the door opens again, revealing Orlando. His eyes grow big as he sees what was going on, and Viggo rolls his eyes at him. “What?”
Orlando grins. “Now that’s an interesting pose, Vig.”
“To say the least. I never knew Elijah could be so dominant.”
Elijah moans, but when he opens his eyes and sees Orlando he grins. “Hey, Orli. Wanna join?”
“Little slut. Nah, I came to see what was taking Viggo so long, but now I see.” He turns around, but Viggo cries: “Orli, fuckin’ help me out here!”
“Okay, because you asked so nicely. Lijah, David, move it for a sec.” He gently pushes Elijah and David aside and takes Viggo’s hand. “C’mon Vig, let’s leave those two alone.”
Hand in hand they leave, and Elijah stares at David. “Well, that was odd. You think they’re gonna mess around together somewhere else?”
“They might. Who cares. Now, where was I…” David wraps his hands around Elijah again, and they continue their session.
Outside, Orlando leads Viggo to his car. Viggo smirks. “A car? God Orli, I thought you’d have a bit more… class, if you wish.”
“It’ll have to do, unless you want to join Dave and Lijah again…” He kisses Viggo, and reaches for the handle to open the door.
“I don’t care Orli. As long as you’re with me…”
“Whatever, ‘Sam’. Now get your lovely ass in the car so I can fuck you.”
~fin~
Two stories at once, because it saves some space. Enjoy, people :).
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And that was a every naughty ending! Ts. ;) *dork*
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Go you. I'm in the throes of vigorli writing. Hee.
:)