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NEW: Weren't You Gardening? (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Series: The Mundanes
Title: Weren’t You Gardening?
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we were right?
Summary: Viggo’s new plants need gardening.
Author’s Notes: Saki and I decided to try and write some shorter stories while she’s been moving house and we placed a short hold on our longer stories until she’s back into a routine. There is no real order to these, just moments in time of Elijah and Viggo’s more domestic life. We hope you enjoy!
Unbetaed so please forgive any major mistakes.
A bead of sweat dribbled down from Viggo’s forehead, navigating his long hair treacherously to reach his open face and then fall to the ground. He ignored the drop, even when several others joined in the race to the ground, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of shovelling dirt. As the small hole reached the depth he wanted, Viggo selected one of the small red flowered plants he just purchased and gently placed it in the ground.
Stepping out of the shadows, watering can almost held out in offering Elijah walked up to Viggo’s side, pressing a kiss to his bare arm before asking, “Need to water it?” He was pretty sure that freshly planted things needed to be watered right away.
Relaxing back on his heels, Viggo smiled up at his lover and took the watering can. “I think I may need some watering, too.” He carefully sprinkled water around his new flowers, proud with how well the garden seemed to be taking shape. “What do you think?”
Elijah grinned and put his hand under the spout of the can before flicking the cool water into Viggo’s face and over his shoulders, “How’s that?” He carefully looked around and smiled, “The garden is really coming alive...” He smirked, “As long as me and my black thumb stay away that it is.”
“Brown thumb,” Viggo murmured absently, looking up at Elijah, whose face was dappled by sunlight. “You’re lovely.” He shook his head, refusing to be distracted and glanced back down at his unfinished tray of flowers. “Would you bring me some of my fruit punch? And then go away, before I toss you in the grass and forget to plant the rest of my poor snapdragons.”
“I could make you forget your beautiful garden? I don’t believe it!” he grinned and kissed Viggo’s shoulder, “Ok baby... I’ll get that drink...” And he wandered back into the house, feeling incredibly domestic and rather wife like but it felt good so there was no problem for him. He mussed about how amused they made some of their friends, but Elijah didn’t care, because they where quite happy being them.
Viggo tossed a few dirt clods into the fence, watching them shatter with great delight. Compacted dirt made his plants unhappy. He went back to digging holes for his flowers, carefully adding the right amount of compost and peat moss to the hole, before adding the plant. When Elijah returned, he planned on asking him if he wanted to go out dancing tonight. The other hobbits always asked, but Elijah usually turned them down. Viggo wanted to offer his lover a chance to see his friends and get away from what they saw as a marriage like domesticity.
Getting Viggo not only a drink but making him a sandwich as well Elijah wet down a rag and a face washed for Viggo to clean up with a little before he ate and then headed out into the garden again, “Love? I have juice and a sandwich for you... Looks like hungry work.”
“And a rag to clean me up. Am I really that dirty?” Viggo scooted to sit under the shade of one of his small trees. He set down his tools and held out his hands for Elijah to inspect.
“I just assumed that you’d want to plant the garden not eat it...” he grinned at Viggo, wiping his hands arms and face down with the cool moist cloths, “If you rather I didn’t...” He just trailed off, “Better?”
“Mmm, that does feel nice. Sit down with me for awhile?” He tugged at Elijah’s hand gently, before placing a kiss on the palm. His legs folded neatly up and he pulled a little harder to get Elijah in his lap.
There was no reluctance to climb into Viggo’s lap and he snuggled in happily. Smiling up at his lover Elijah pressed soft kisses to Viggo’s neck and face, grinning at him happily, “This feels very nice to... how goes the planting?”
“I’ve got another six pack of flowers and then I want to try a few seeds. I never have much luck with seeds, but I keep trying.” He curled himself naturally around Elijah and tried not to purr like a contented cat. “You sure you don’t want to give me a hand?”
“I think you’d be more worried about the flowers love... back thumb remember? I can’t even grow mould in the fridge... remember?” That wasn’t totally correct, but close enough to be amusing and Elijah pressed closer into Viggo, nibbling at his chin, “I like this.” And he licked the cleft.
Viggo sighed and tilted his chin a little to let Elijah have a better angle. “You want to go dancing tonight? I know the other hobbits and elfboy have been bugging you about being so domestic.”
“The other hobbits don’t get how enjoyable I am finding just being domestic with you love...” Elijah grinned shyly up at his lover, “Do ... do you mind us being this way?”
“No... I’m more than slightly overwhelmed by how much I love this living arrangement... and you.” He kissed Elijah gently and then more firmly. “It’s been a long time since I was in a real couple.”
Elijah grinned at him goofily, “I like that...” kissing his lover several times slowly, “I think I’d rather dance in our garden that in a overly hot and overly loud club with people eyeing you like you’re the tastiest treat they have ever seen... oh no. I want to stay at home with you.”
“You want me to teach you some Spanish dances?” Viggo asked with a little wiggle of his hips. “A bit of tango, some rumba and a touch of salsa, right here in our backyard?”
Elijah laughed, “My little exotic dancer!” And he kissed Viggo suddenly, wrapping his arms around his lover and sending his tongue out to play with Viggo’s.
Viggo let himself sink back to the grass, his arms tight around Elijah. His lunch sat forgotten beside them, as he tasted the sweetness of Elijah’s mouth. Hands still slightly dirty from planting slipped inside a loose shirt to map the planes and bumps of Elijah’s back. “Who you calling little?”
Elijah pressed himself to Viggo, rocking their bodies against each other sweetly and with gentle affection, “Don’t know... who am I?” He smirked up at Viggo and kissed him again, keeping it sweet and playful. “Not much about you that’s little.”
“Just my lover,” Viggo replied with a little smirk. He soothed the grave insult with a long, drugging kiss and hands slipping lower to caress Elijah’s ass.
Elijah bit down on Viggo’s lower lip in muted protest, but returned the kiss with no hesitation, pressing against Viggo and purring, “Love you...” he whispered as the kiss ended before saying directly into Viggo’s ear, “Little am I? Well you like my kind of little... means I squeeze your cock tighter than you dreamt I would.”
“And that I always underestimate how large my love for you really is,” Viggo answered, his smile a mixture of lust and quiet devotion.
“Do you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side and smiled, “I don’t think that I can... I... M heart is yours... that’s all there is to it. Elijah Wood belongs to Viggo Mortensen... and it’s a wonderful thing.”
“No true words, Elijah.” He reached out to cup Elijah’s cheek and smiled at him with his best dimples. “Dancing, dinner and devilish delights then for tonight?”
Elijah grinned, “Sounds like a plan...” he cocked his head to the side, “What do you want for dinner lover mine?”
“Hmmm, how about I braise us some spareribs in special sauce and then add some asparagus and rice?” He licked his lips at the idea.
Elijah wriggled in pleasure, “Sound wonderful... how ‘bout I make a green salad and I do something for desert...” he licked hips lips as well, imagining licking chocolate mousse off his lover.
“I thought I would just toss you on the table and make you dessert,” Viggo said with a salacious wiggle of his left eyebrow.
Elijah grinned, leaning a little closer to grin at his lover, “That could be arranged... but I was planing of using you for a bowl... for my chocolate mousse?”
“Well... that might be arranged,” Viggo purred, flicking his tongue out to taste Elijah’s mouth. “In fact, it sounds lovely.”
Grinning Elijah sat up and reached for Viggo’s sandwich, holding it to his lover’s mouth as he advised softly, “I’d eat my love... for you’ll need the energy of more than one good meal tonight.”
Viggo took a large bite and chewed happily. His tongue stole out to lick the tips of Elijah’s fingers softly, making sure each was bathed. “I wouldn’t be so sure I was the one in need of extra energy.”
Elijah smirked at him, “I’m counting on it my love.” And with that he continued on feeding Viggo, loving he simple intimacy of the act.
In this fashion, Viggo soon polished off his sandwich and then rested his head back on the ground with a sigh. “Did you ever think this would happen to you?”
“Falling in love with you? No... Fall in love and be this... amazingly happy? I did hope one day maybe...” He sighed, laying his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder as he stretched out on his lover. “I never thought I could be quite this happy.”
Viggo nodded his agreement and shut his eyes, content to just lay there with Elijah. His insides buzzed with a warm contentment he seldom felt before. For a long while, they simply let time pass and then Viggo sighed. “I should finish planting.”
“I guess so...” Elijah was very reluctant to move, the sun was warming his back wonderfully and Viggo was his front. Sighing he looked into Viggo’s eyes, “How ever did we get so lucky?”
“You mean, so happy we sound like romantic book characters?” Viggo asked with a laugh. He rubbed Elijah’s sides with his large, calloused palms. “Perhaps we were saints in a past life?”
“Somehow I doubt it... we’re both to... evil to be saints!!” Elijah grinned at Viggo for a moment before pressing their lips against each other as he whispered, “Love you.”
“And yet, you say such sweet things for an evil creature... when you’re not cursing a blue streak, of course.” Viggo kissed lazily, wishing he had not chosen to buy so many plants today. All he really wanted right now was to lift Elijah in his arms and just lay claim for a few hours.
“And I doubt that saints have such active and satisfying sex lives!” Elijah grinned, “We’re too ... well horn-doggish!” And he laughed, shaking them both with his amusement.
“I refuse to be associated with a hot dog on a stick,” Viggo countered in a mock snobby voice. “Besides, I blame you for my sex drive. You must emit pheromones or something...”
“That’s right... blame the pheromones... accept responsibility for being a dirty old man Viggo... It’s better for you.”
“Fine, I’m a dirty old man!” Viggo rolled over, dumping Elijah in the dirt and yanked up his shirt, mauling his stomach.
Elijah laughed and squirmed and then moaned and rubbed against Viggo, “Mine! My!! My dirty... old...old man!!!!”
“I’m not that old,” Viggo complained, his tongue focusing on a particularly sensitive spot.
Elijah groaned and arched up with a gasp of pleasure, trying to control himself with the sudden burst of sensation, “FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!” He gasped for air before almost pleading, “Pretend?”
“Only pretend?” Viggo asked with a twisted little smile. “But what if it’s for real?” He nuzzled the same spot with a much more tender touch.
“You’re not really old lover mine...” Elijah sighed softly, running his fingers through Viggo’s hair slowly, “But it’s fun being the little boy to your dirty old man...” And he laughed softly, lifting his head to look at Viggo’s face best he could.
“My innocent little boy lost?” Viggo asked, licking over the sweet spot again. “Someone for me to corrupt and seduce...” His hands tugged up Elijah’s shirt further.
Elijah whimpered and squirmed rocking his groin up so Viggo could feel just what reaction all his licking and touching was causing even as Elijah rubbed himself against his lover, wanting more, wanting enough to make him cum.
“Shall I take you right here in our yard?” Viggo murmured, his blood thrumming in his ears. He rolled up to half pin Elijah down, his own erection pushing into Elijah’s. “Anyone might hear you crying out here, as I steal your innocence.”
Elijah’s mouth opened as he panted heavily, their body’s grinding together even as his expression became one of confused innocence, “What... what are you... doing? I... I don’t understand... I... I’m feeling.”
“Don’t you like it?” Viggo purred gently, his hand sneaking down between them to caress Elijah. “I’d never do anything you didn’t like, baby.”
“I... It... Never felt this before... never...” Elijah bucked up against the stroking hand with no restraint, moaning loudly, “Ohhh fuck!! That’s... that’s good!!”
“Naughty boy, where did you learn such language?” Viggo gave Elijah a special squeeze and tug, feeling the moisture on his hand. “I might have to punish you for words like that.”
“Punish? Punish me??” Elijah gasped in surprise and shocked arousal at the comment, his eyes opening wide as they could, “What... what do you mean?”
Viggo slid off, yanking down Elijah’s pants to reveal his cock. “Maybe I’ll just spank you til your ass is red... or just leave you here, weeping for me and unable to touch yourself... all tied up.”
Elijah’s eyes widened even further, something he would have thought not possible, he shuddered in sudden lust, body arching up even as his expression showed confusion, desire and just a little fear, trepidation, “Oh please don’t leave me like that... I...” he squirmed more, his cock’s hardness never faltered even as his voice trembled with nervousness.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t,” Viggo hissed, tracing the insides of delicate thighs. The backs of his fingers just brushed Elijah’s erection, without offering any real stimulation. “Tell me what you’ll do to make sure I don’t need to punish you.”
Elijah’s expression showed his confusion, “I... I don’t... don’t know what you... you’d want.” he blushed deeply, looking away from Viggo as he feel completely into character. He squirmed, trying to increase the contact between his aching hardness and Viggo, but perversely also trying to squirm away at the same time. ‘What... what do you want?”
A large, warm hand ran over the curve of Elijah’s ass, slipping under the jeans still pooled there. “Exclusive rights to all of you... whenever I want.” He kissed the weeping tip of Elijah’s erection, teeth adding a bit of scrape.
Elijah’s gasp was of shocked pleasure and his hips jerked forwards searching for Viggo’s mouth, “Ex... exclusive? Rights? What... what do... do you want to... to have th... the right of??”
He jerked his mouth away from the needy movement, smiling wolfishly at Elijah. “Your body. You. I’m the only one who can touch you. Do you understand?” He gripped Elijah at the base and stroked up once, long, slow and torturous.
HE nodded, although it was fairly clear he would agree to just about anything at this point, “Yes... I... I... agree! Understand...” he whimpered and then asked breathlessly, almost begged, “Just don’t... stop?”
“No stopping.” He dipped his head and began to suck at the very tip, lapping gently with his cruel tongue. Lifting up again with a soft sucking sound, he smiled gently at his new conquest. “All the way.” His right hand slipped down to touch the virgin flesh between Elijah’s ass. He wiggled until his finger touched and rubbed against the opening. “Soon to belong to me.”
Elijah squirmed and panted, legs falling apart and then pressing together as he both enjoyed and feared the new sensations Viggo was inspiring in his body.
Sitting up, Viggo began to undress himself, tugging off his shirt and tossing it aside. He lounged back on his arms and spread his own legs. “Come here and take these off me.”
Elijah started to sit up, a protest on his lips when from in the house there was a loud call, three voices, “Lij!! Smelly man!! Where are you!! We’re here to bring some fun to your drab and domestic lives!”
The look on Viggo’s face suddenly resembled the Devil he once played. “Who the fuck gave them the keys?” He glared at the door as if by sheer force of will alone, he could make them vanish. “I am going to kill all three of them!”
“Um... no... No key’s...” Elijah was dragging his clothes over lust flushed and sensitive skin, trying get decent before they where assaulted but two hobbits and an elf... “Did you lock the front door? I didn’t... never do.”
Viggo hissed and scrambled to his feet, cursing the lack of criminal activities in the area that might prompt them to lock their door. He did not bother with his own shirt, the sexual flush of his skin only adding to his terrifying visage. Their screen door ripped open with a screech, and Viggo strode inside, grabbing Narsil from beside the wall.
Elijah had to confess he did consider just letting his lover DEAL with their friends by the sword, but a small niggling part of him realised that it wasn’t a good idea and a few moment’s later Lij followed him into the house, “Viggo!! Vig don’t!”
Ignoring his lover, Viggo headed for the living room, Narsil firmly in his grip. He burst in on the three other men, sword now at the ready. “Boring domesticated life, did you say?” The deadly blade swung neatly in his hand, the blade flashing ominously.
Elijah meeped and jumped in front of his, of their friends and shook his head, “Viggo!!” turning his head he glared at his now completely sober and silent comrades, “You are... so completely fucked!”
“Which is what I wanted you to be,” Viggo muttered so only Elijah could hear. He set Narsil on the ground and leaned on the pommel, glaring at the others. “So, what possessed you to burst in here and spoil our domestic bliss?” He put a rather ugly emphasis on the word domestic.
Elijah whimpered softly and leant against Viggo for a moment, muttering for Viggo’s ears only, “Me too...” Before turning around and standing shoulder to shoulder with his lover, casting a very stern look at his friends.
“Um...we ... er... that is... well Billy...” “Don’t you dare say this is my idea Dominic!” Um... oh yeah... um...well... me... me and the prissy elf thought...” “More like didn’t think Dommeh! I told you this was a bad idea from the start I did!!”
Viggo let them stammer for a few more seconds before striding forward and leaning down to look Dom in the eye. “What say you take your ideas and your companions and make like Frodo with a Black Rider on his ass, hmmm?” He still held Narsil, which gleamed rather threateningly.
Dom stared into Viggo’s eyes as if mesmerised for several long moments before he sudden nodded his head. Not saying another word he grabbed Orli’s arm and dragged him out. Elijah and Viggo could hear him commenting to Billy, “He’s fucking frightening man!!”
Viggo stared at the spot they quickly vacated for a long moment, before setting aside Narsil. He rubbed his beard and commented, “He would have been a challenge,” before shaking his head and turning back to Elijah.
Elijah sighed and leant against Viggo, “Why do they think we’re bored??”
Viggo began to rub his hands over Elijah, hoping his lover might be re-encouraged to start what their friends interrupted. “They don’t understand what its like to be in love. They lack any comparison for being content just to be together.”
Elijah could feel his arousal, that had never really gone away start to stir again and he looked up at Viggo in surprise at the caresses, “Still? Still wanna?” he nibbled his lip, wondering if he could get back into character.
Responding to the nibbling, Viggo leaned down and kissed the teeth away from Elijah’s lips. He pulled their hips into alignment, so Elijah could feel how much he still wanted. Tongue met tongue in a prolonged game of melding, before Viggo finally let up. “I want to jump your bones.”
“Do you?” A very pleased expression crossed Elijah’s lips before he kissed Viggo. Not giving his lover time to deepen the kiss much Elijah acted on his sudden impulse and dropped to his knees, rubbing his cheek against Viggo’s thigh as he opened his pants, “I need to taste you.” And giving Viggo a purely devilish smile took Viggo’s cock into his mouth.
“Brat,” Viggo hissed in a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing Elijah’s hair for purchase. He did not yank, just relaxing and allowing his lover to display his considerable talents. “So much for innocence.” His words mingled with several deep groans.
Elijah grinned around Viggo’s cock before remembering something he’d been meaning to try for an age. His lips closed around Viggo’s flesh, sucking with true desire even as his eyes and the upper part of his face assumed his most innocent and trusting expression
“Oh, you little...” Viggo’s whole chest and face flushed even deeper with desire and pure lust. He swallowed hard and managed to resume his own character. He pushed a little more into the willing mouth. “That’s my good boy. Get me nice and wet. Look at how much you love my cock, you little slut.”
Elijah’s innocent gaze never changed as he sucked more and more of Viggo’s hardness into his mouth, making obscene sucking and slurping noises as he felt to his task with true devotion.
Viggo finally pushed him back, not wanting to come yet. “Easy, no rush, little boy. I still want your ass for mine.” He pulled him up and kissed him, tasting himself mingled with Elijah. “And I want to keep touching you.”
Elijah sighed a little regretfully, he’d wanted to have Viggo cum in his mouth, he loved Viggo’s taste, but having Viggo fuck him was always wonderful. He leant back a little, letting an expression of surprised joy cross his face as he licked his swollen lips, “I... I like the way you taste.”
Viggo crushed his mouth to Elijah’s, sweeping his tongue around to pick up his own flavour. “Especially when you are mixed in with the taste,” he purred, holding Elijah tightly. “Strip for me.”
Pressing closer to Viggo Elijah grinned up at him, “Kinda hard when you’re holding me sooo tight, but I’ll try...” And wriggling and a squirming against Viggo Elijah started unbuttoning his shirt.
Viggo laughed and kissed him again, distracting him from his task. When he finally let their mouths part with a sweet last lick, he released his lover. “No, I shall let you go so I may get a real show. Shall I put on music?” His eyes twinkled both lustingly and with a hint of tease.
“You... you want me... to... to strip for you? Like... like an exotic dancer or something?” Elijah had that innocent nervous expression back, his tone hovering between shocked desire and embarrassment, “I... I’ve never done anything like that.”
“I have. Shall I demonstrate for you? Or perhaps, help you along?” Viggo headed for the phonograph and chose a record from his collection. In a moment, the sounds of rather exotic music streamed from the speakers.
Bitting his lip Elijah asked tentatively, “Maybe... maybe you could tell me what to do.”
A deep, vibrating growl emanated from deep in Viggo’s throat to voice his approval of that suggestion. “Can you feel the beat in your body, little boy? Let it take hold of your hips and your spine. Let the rhythm build inside and take over your mind.” His own feet moved in time with the haunting sounds, natural and sinuous as a snake.
Elijah started moving, just a little at first, a slightly out of beat shuffling of his feet but it didn’t last, slowly he started swaying to the beat, hips rocking a little, then a little more until his whole being was lost in the music.
Angling behind him, Viggo ran his hands over the swaying body, enjoying the way Elijah felt under his palms. “Now, start with the shirt.” He tugged gently at the flaps and then stepped away to watch. “Don’t lose the music.”
He didn’t loose the music but he nibbled at his lip nervously as fingers that trembled ever so slightly started to once more unbutton his shirt, giving Viggo a growing view of ripping skin as it moved over Elijah’s finely muscled body.
“Slowly. Ever so slowly. Make me hunger for every inch... make me wait until I am ready to perish from the desire.” Viggo moved around Elijah, also in time to the music. His eyes seldom blinked, transfixed by the sight before him. “You’re a natural at this.”
Elijah’s eyes slid half closed as he continued to move, his fingers sliding under the shirt that was held closed by only one button now, rippling the fabric as he found his hardened nipples, flicking his fingers over them, scratching sharply bitten nails over the sensitive skin. The movements of his body flaring the shirt open to let Viggo see his actions.
More growls of appreciation met this action, and Viggo slid behind his lover to run his hands up the exposed skin. He found the little nipples and played with them shamelessly, wishing they were as sensitive as his own. Fortunately, Elijah’s stomach was.
Elijah’s moan was deep although his eyes flew open looking startled, “Oh...” He leant into Viggo even as he opened the last button, the thin fabric of his shirt fluttering open and Elijah’s hands dropped down to reset of Viggo’s hips, never losing the music.
Viggo crossed their arms, as he set his hands on Elijah’s hips. He guided the man into the next dance, a faster pace. Their hips moved in perfect beat with each other and the music. His larger body pushed against the small man’s, both rubbing sensually and encouraging his movements.
Elijah moved with Viggo, almost puppet like in his motions, arching against the larger man with a wanton need that shocked him, but the need was growing, and making him bolder.
One of Viggo wandering hands slid beneath the waistband of Elijah’s jeans and settled just above his cock. His tongue snuck out as he watched the play of desire on Elijah’s face, and he pulled the man back, throwing him slightly off balance and completely at Viggo’s mercy.
Elijah clung to Viggo, unable to remain standing without clinging to the larger man, “Oh!...” his hips thrust forward, searching, needing something. His expression didn’t hide that need, in fact it displayed it perfectly at he looked up at Viggo, “Please?” A softly voiced plea.
A delicate fingertip traced the very edge of Elijah’s erection from base to tip. Finding a drop of moisture at the top, the digit spread it carefully around. Viggo never stopped moving to the beat, carefully supporting Elijah’s weight. “Look what’s happened. You distracted me from letting you strip.”
Elijah’s whimper was almost pained and he leant against Viggo, blue eyes close to begging as his hips moved, trying to get more, to have Viggo touch him more, to feed the need he had, “Oh... ohohoh please... please... feels... never felt before... oh please?”
They stopped moving, Viggo still supporting Elijah’s weight easily. He flipped open the fly of Elijah’s jeans and let the pants fall off the slim hips. His hand grabbed a firmer hold of the throbbing erection and pumped a few times, swiftly and with an added flick of wrist. “Like that?”
Elijah’s gasp was harsh as it rasped through a dry throat. The fingers of one hand dug into the small of Viggo’s back, the other into his shoulder, clinging to Viggo as pleasure suffused his body, and expression. “Yesssssss.” It was a hiss.
Viggo lifted his hand to his mouth and lazily licked the palm and fingers. When he returned to Elijah’s cock, the saliva provided a nice lube to ease the stroking motion. He leaned forward and wrapped his tongue around Elijah’s left ear lobe, licking and then biting down.
Squirming and writhing against Viggo Elijah turned his head to bit at his lover’s neck, whispering against the slightly salted skin, “Oh please... I... I need... gods I need you... please? Please Viggo... I need you.” His hips pressed into each stroke and his whimpers were almost pain filled. “Need you.”
“Then you shall have me.” Viggo pushed Elijah toward the couch, bending him down, ass in the air. “All of me. Just as I shall own all of you.” He kept stroking, even as his right hand pulled out a tube of lube from the sofa cushions. “Now what could this be doing here?”
“Waiting for you?” Elijah tried to project shock that Viggo had planed this, but he wasn’t sure how well it came across. Sighing he rocked into the wonderfully stroking hand, “Please Viggo... I need you... so bad.”
Pushing Elijah more carefully into position, Viggo lubed up his fingers and parted the lovely ass in front of him. He let go of Elijah’s cock to do so, admonishing him softly, “Don’t touch yourself.” One finger touched the opening to Elijah’s body, before sliding in ever so slowly.
Elijah whispered Viggo’s name, his voice choked with need, desire and love. His hips pressed back and begged suddenly, “Please Viggo... I need you inside me... before I go crazy... pleasepleasepleaseplease? I need so badly... so much! Oh Please??”
Viggo stretched him thoroughly, not allowing the begging to make him go too fast. His fingers worked with expertise, opening and pulling and pushing against the most sensitive of areas. “Be easy, my little boy. I’ll attend to you soon.”
Elijah’s cries of frustrated need where Viggo’s applause, moans and whimpers his cheers in Elijah’s attempt to egg his lover on. He stretched easily for Viggo, his body both accepting and anticipating the pleasure Viggo was going to give him, the pleasure that was starting already.
Viggo slicked himself up with a careless motion and then slid all the way into Elijah, giving him no recourse. The sofa slid forward a few inches under the power of the thrust. He held the other man steady and rubbed his back. “Perfect fit.”
As always Elijah was beyond words at that moment, the incredible feeling of being full, filled to overfull of his lover was something he could, would never be able to describe, blissful and completing, he felt whole and didn’t even want the feeling to end.
Holding Elijah’s hips for leverage, Viggo pushed in and out slowly, as if indeed handling a first timer. His mind, buzzed by the pleasure endorphins, grew fuzzy and indistinct, converting back to a more primal form. Only this lover ever drew from him this visceral response, this natural coveting of mate.
Pleasure raced through Elijah’s body, and it was everything he could do to keep himself from thrusting back wildly. He concentrated on everything else for several moments in a desperate attempt to control himself. Only then, when he was sure the slightest movement wasn’t going to bring on his climax did he press back ever so slightly.
Viggo took this as a sign to increase his own pace. His hands gripped even tighter in an attempt to pull him deeper into this body he loved so much, this person he loved SO much. Nothing else mattered, except finding his refuge deep inside those depths. If he could blend the two of them into one person so they might truly be together, he would not think twice.
Reaching behind his body Elijah’s hand ran up Viggo’s side and to his nick, pulling Viggo’s head towards his own as he twisted his neck so their lips could meet, could mate just as their lower bodies where. He joyfully started meeting Viggo thrust for thrust, their lovemaking that of true equals meeting each other in the heights of delight in each other.
They found their pace as easily as they breathed, each movement a graceful, powerful statement of love. Viggo kissed his Elijah with equal fervour as he took his ass. He slipped both hands from his hips, one finding his stomach and the other wrapping around his cock. Each thrust of hip was now mimicked by a stroke of his firm hand.
The multiple forms of stimulation where a strain on Elijah’s overwrought and overly sensitive body and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips a little more powerfully, backwards, impaling himself on Viggo, and then forwards to the stroking hands, and backwards again, more powerfully than before.
“Soon, my Elijah,” Viggo gasped, no longer able to keep up any kind of pretence. “So close.” He squeezed his cock more firmly, pumping faster, even as his hips amped up their driving force and speed.
Elijah was now slamming himself back on Viggo, crying out with each movement of their hips, close was more than true, his pleasure was spiralling tighter and tighter and soon it would have no choice but to explode into the most intense pleasure of all.
Giving in to impulse, Viggo bit down into the bared throat as his body collided with Elijah’s in a last thrust. Everything inside him melted down to its core elements, as he gave everything he had to Elijah. If his love could be put in liquid form, it could scarcely be more copious than the seed now flooding the inside of Elijah’s body. “Oh God, I love you!”
That declaration was the defeat of Elijah’s tightly held control and he screamed, his body slamming back against Viggo’s, plastering them together as he came, oh how he came, wave after wave of pleasure that left his body trembling and his mind awash in a haze of bliss. “Love you...”
Viggo grabbed the arms of the sofa to prevent from squishing Elijah as his body tried to collapse over his lovers. “That was...” He shook his head, aware of how ridiculous it was to try and apply words to their feelings and pleasure. He rained soft kisses over his lover’s shoulders and neck, trying to ease the ache of loss as he pulled out and away.
“No... No no Viggo don’t... not... not yet? Please???” Elijah’s begging pleas where desperate, “Don’t leave me... please?” He pushed backwards, pressing Viggo back into his body somewhat, “Need to feel you.”
“Whoa, hey,” Viggo whispered softly, pressing himself back against Elijah. “I’m here, love. I’m always here.” He held his lover tightly, arms crossed over his thin chest. “You all right?”
Elijah wrapped his own arms around Viggo’s and nuzzled his neck for several long moments before whispering, “just... just too soon... that’s all.”
“I’m sorry. I never want to leave you... you know that.” He rested his cheek in sot, unruly waves of black hair. He wished for not the first time that they were two unknowns in the world, free to do whatever they wanted. No five am call tomorrow... no hobbits and elves... He snickered. “Think Dom will ever let me close again?”
Elijah snickered a moment later before offering, “Not unless Billy is there to protect his ‘bits’” And he giggled some more, snuggling back against Viggo even though their position was starting to get a little uncomfortable.
“Bleh, I want nothing to do with his bits!” Viggo shifted a little. “How about a nice, long bath?”
“Nice and cool?” Elijah smiled and nodded at the idea, “Sounds great... but um Viggo?? What happened to your day for gardening?”
“Think the neighbours would mind if I didn’t put my clothes back on when I went out and finished my flats?” Viggo asked with a sigh, glancing at his discarded clothing.
“They might not... but I’m not sure if I want them seeing my Viggo in all his glory.” Elijah’s tone was curiously a little jealous.
A snort escaped Viggo before he could stop it. “I don’t think they’ll be all that thrilled.” He swung Elijah around, so he could face him. “I could smear myself with dirt to obscure the view.” His mouth automatically sought out Elijah’s, kissing him for a long moment.
After the kiss Elijah’s lips twitched up as he retorted, “There is far too much for a little dirt to hide lover mine.”
“Ah, very well. I’ll pull on my pants and finish up my plants. You go draw a nice bath, and I’ll be up as quick as possible.” He sucked at Elijah’s neck and then chewed gently.
Elijah sighed, “Sounds like a plan lover mind... nice bath with a few nibbles, cause I never did get something to eat...” He grinned before adding, “I still expect BBQ tonight you know.”
“Ribs and chicken,” Viggo promised with a little pinch of Elijah’s ass. “And some of your famous mousse to top it all off.” He let go of his lover and reached for his pants.
“I love you.” Elijah said it softly before standing and padding his way up the stairs, already thinking about the rest of their evening.
Title: Weren’t You Gardening?
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we were right?
Summary: Viggo’s new plants need gardening.
Author’s Notes: Saki and I decided to try and write some shorter stories while she’s been moving house and we placed a short hold on our longer stories until she’s back into a routine. There is no real order to these, just moments in time of Elijah and Viggo’s more domestic life. We hope you enjoy!
Unbetaed so please forgive any major mistakes.
A bead of sweat dribbled down from Viggo’s forehead, navigating his long hair treacherously to reach his open face and then fall to the ground. He ignored the drop, even when several others joined in the race to the ground, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of shovelling dirt. As the small hole reached the depth he wanted, Viggo selected one of the small red flowered plants he just purchased and gently placed it in the ground.
Stepping out of the shadows, watering can almost held out in offering Elijah walked up to Viggo’s side, pressing a kiss to his bare arm before asking, “Need to water it?” He was pretty sure that freshly planted things needed to be watered right away.
Relaxing back on his heels, Viggo smiled up at his lover and took the watering can. “I think I may need some watering, too.” He carefully sprinkled water around his new flowers, proud with how well the garden seemed to be taking shape. “What do you think?”
Elijah grinned and put his hand under the spout of the can before flicking the cool water into Viggo’s face and over his shoulders, “How’s that?” He carefully looked around and smiled, “The garden is really coming alive...” He smirked, “As long as me and my black thumb stay away that it is.”
“Brown thumb,” Viggo murmured absently, looking up at Elijah, whose face was dappled by sunlight. “You’re lovely.” He shook his head, refusing to be distracted and glanced back down at his unfinished tray of flowers. “Would you bring me some of my fruit punch? And then go away, before I toss you in the grass and forget to plant the rest of my poor snapdragons.”
“I could make you forget your beautiful garden? I don’t believe it!” he grinned and kissed Viggo’s shoulder, “Ok baby... I’ll get that drink...” And he wandered back into the house, feeling incredibly domestic and rather wife like but it felt good so there was no problem for him. He mussed about how amused they made some of their friends, but Elijah didn’t care, because they where quite happy being them.
Viggo tossed a few dirt clods into the fence, watching them shatter with great delight. Compacted dirt made his plants unhappy. He went back to digging holes for his flowers, carefully adding the right amount of compost and peat moss to the hole, before adding the plant. When Elijah returned, he planned on asking him if he wanted to go out dancing tonight. The other hobbits always asked, but Elijah usually turned them down. Viggo wanted to offer his lover a chance to see his friends and get away from what they saw as a marriage like domesticity.
Getting Viggo not only a drink but making him a sandwich as well Elijah wet down a rag and a face washed for Viggo to clean up with a little before he ate and then headed out into the garden again, “Love? I have juice and a sandwich for you... Looks like hungry work.”
“And a rag to clean me up. Am I really that dirty?” Viggo scooted to sit under the shade of one of his small trees. He set down his tools and held out his hands for Elijah to inspect.
“I just assumed that you’d want to plant the garden not eat it...” he grinned at Viggo, wiping his hands arms and face down with the cool moist cloths, “If you rather I didn’t...” He just trailed off, “Better?”
“Mmm, that does feel nice. Sit down with me for awhile?” He tugged at Elijah’s hand gently, before placing a kiss on the palm. His legs folded neatly up and he pulled a little harder to get Elijah in his lap.
There was no reluctance to climb into Viggo’s lap and he snuggled in happily. Smiling up at his lover Elijah pressed soft kisses to Viggo’s neck and face, grinning at him happily, “This feels very nice to... how goes the planting?”
“I’ve got another six pack of flowers and then I want to try a few seeds. I never have much luck with seeds, but I keep trying.” He curled himself naturally around Elijah and tried not to purr like a contented cat. “You sure you don’t want to give me a hand?”
“I think you’d be more worried about the flowers love... back thumb remember? I can’t even grow mould in the fridge... remember?” That wasn’t totally correct, but close enough to be amusing and Elijah pressed closer into Viggo, nibbling at his chin, “I like this.” And he licked the cleft.
Viggo sighed and tilted his chin a little to let Elijah have a better angle. “You want to go dancing tonight? I know the other hobbits and elfboy have been bugging you about being so domestic.”
“The other hobbits don’t get how enjoyable I am finding just being domestic with you love...” Elijah grinned shyly up at his lover, “Do ... do you mind us being this way?”
“No... I’m more than slightly overwhelmed by how much I love this living arrangement... and you.” He kissed Elijah gently and then more firmly. “It’s been a long time since I was in a real couple.”
Elijah grinned at him goofily, “I like that...” kissing his lover several times slowly, “I think I’d rather dance in our garden that in a overly hot and overly loud club with people eyeing you like you’re the tastiest treat they have ever seen... oh no. I want to stay at home with you.”
“You want me to teach you some Spanish dances?” Viggo asked with a little wiggle of his hips. “A bit of tango, some rumba and a touch of salsa, right here in our backyard?”
Elijah laughed, “My little exotic dancer!” And he kissed Viggo suddenly, wrapping his arms around his lover and sending his tongue out to play with Viggo’s.
Viggo let himself sink back to the grass, his arms tight around Elijah. His lunch sat forgotten beside them, as he tasted the sweetness of Elijah’s mouth. Hands still slightly dirty from planting slipped inside a loose shirt to map the planes and bumps of Elijah’s back. “Who you calling little?”
Elijah pressed himself to Viggo, rocking their bodies against each other sweetly and with gentle affection, “Don’t know... who am I?” He smirked up at Viggo and kissed him again, keeping it sweet and playful. “Not much about you that’s little.”
“Just my lover,” Viggo replied with a little smirk. He soothed the grave insult with a long, drugging kiss and hands slipping lower to caress Elijah’s ass.
Elijah bit down on Viggo’s lower lip in muted protest, but returned the kiss with no hesitation, pressing against Viggo and purring, “Love you...” he whispered as the kiss ended before saying directly into Viggo’s ear, “Little am I? Well you like my kind of little... means I squeeze your cock tighter than you dreamt I would.”
“And that I always underestimate how large my love for you really is,” Viggo answered, his smile a mixture of lust and quiet devotion.
“Do you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side and smiled, “I don’t think that I can... I... M heart is yours... that’s all there is to it. Elijah Wood belongs to Viggo Mortensen... and it’s a wonderful thing.”
“No true words, Elijah.” He reached out to cup Elijah’s cheek and smiled at him with his best dimples. “Dancing, dinner and devilish delights then for tonight?”
Elijah grinned, “Sounds like a plan...” he cocked his head to the side, “What do you want for dinner lover mine?”
“Hmmm, how about I braise us some spareribs in special sauce and then add some asparagus and rice?” He licked his lips at the idea.
Elijah wriggled in pleasure, “Sound wonderful... how ‘bout I make a green salad and I do something for desert...” he licked hips lips as well, imagining licking chocolate mousse off his lover.
“I thought I would just toss you on the table and make you dessert,” Viggo said with a salacious wiggle of his left eyebrow.
Elijah grinned, leaning a little closer to grin at his lover, “That could be arranged... but I was planing of using you for a bowl... for my chocolate mousse?”
“Well... that might be arranged,” Viggo purred, flicking his tongue out to taste Elijah’s mouth. “In fact, it sounds lovely.”
Grinning Elijah sat up and reached for Viggo’s sandwich, holding it to his lover’s mouth as he advised softly, “I’d eat my love... for you’ll need the energy of more than one good meal tonight.”
Viggo took a large bite and chewed happily. His tongue stole out to lick the tips of Elijah’s fingers softly, making sure each was bathed. “I wouldn’t be so sure I was the one in need of extra energy.”
Elijah smirked at him, “I’m counting on it my love.” And with that he continued on feeding Viggo, loving he simple intimacy of the act.
In this fashion, Viggo soon polished off his sandwich and then rested his head back on the ground with a sigh. “Did you ever think this would happen to you?”
“Falling in love with you? No... Fall in love and be this... amazingly happy? I did hope one day maybe...” He sighed, laying his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder as he stretched out on his lover. “I never thought I could be quite this happy.”
Viggo nodded his agreement and shut his eyes, content to just lay there with Elijah. His insides buzzed with a warm contentment he seldom felt before. For a long while, they simply let time pass and then Viggo sighed. “I should finish planting.”
“I guess so...” Elijah was very reluctant to move, the sun was warming his back wonderfully and Viggo was his front. Sighing he looked into Viggo’s eyes, “How ever did we get so lucky?”
“You mean, so happy we sound like romantic book characters?” Viggo asked with a laugh. He rubbed Elijah’s sides with his large, calloused palms. “Perhaps we were saints in a past life?”
“Somehow I doubt it... we’re both to... evil to be saints!!” Elijah grinned at Viggo for a moment before pressing their lips against each other as he whispered, “Love you.”
“And yet, you say such sweet things for an evil creature... when you’re not cursing a blue streak, of course.” Viggo kissed lazily, wishing he had not chosen to buy so many plants today. All he really wanted right now was to lift Elijah in his arms and just lay claim for a few hours.
“And I doubt that saints have such active and satisfying sex lives!” Elijah grinned, “We’re too ... well horn-doggish!” And he laughed, shaking them both with his amusement.
“I refuse to be associated with a hot dog on a stick,” Viggo countered in a mock snobby voice. “Besides, I blame you for my sex drive. You must emit pheromones or something...”
“That’s right... blame the pheromones... accept responsibility for being a dirty old man Viggo... It’s better for you.”
“Fine, I’m a dirty old man!” Viggo rolled over, dumping Elijah in the dirt and yanked up his shirt, mauling his stomach.
Elijah laughed and squirmed and then moaned and rubbed against Viggo, “Mine! My!! My dirty... old...old man!!!!”
“I’m not that old,” Viggo complained, his tongue focusing on a particularly sensitive spot.
Elijah groaned and arched up with a gasp of pleasure, trying to control himself with the sudden burst of sensation, “FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!” He gasped for air before almost pleading, “Pretend?”
“Only pretend?” Viggo asked with a twisted little smile. “But what if it’s for real?” He nuzzled the same spot with a much more tender touch.
“You’re not really old lover mine...” Elijah sighed softly, running his fingers through Viggo’s hair slowly, “But it’s fun being the little boy to your dirty old man...” And he laughed softly, lifting his head to look at Viggo’s face best he could.
“My innocent little boy lost?” Viggo asked, licking over the sweet spot again. “Someone for me to corrupt and seduce...” His hands tugged up Elijah’s shirt further.
Elijah whimpered and squirmed rocking his groin up so Viggo could feel just what reaction all his licking and touching was causing even as Elijah rubbed himself against his lover, wanting more, wanting enough to make him cum.
“Shall I take you right here in our yard?” Viggo murmured, his blood thrumming in his ears. He rolled up to half pin Elijah down, his own erection pushing into Elijah’s. “Anyone might hear you crying out here, as I steal your innocence.”
Elijah’s mouth opened as he panted heavily, their body’s grinding together even as his expression became one of confused innocence, “What... what are you... doing? I... I don’t understand... I... I’m feeling.”
“Don’t you like it?” Viggo purred gently, his hand sneaking down between them to caress Elijah. “I’d never do anything you didn’t like, baby.”
“I... It... Never felt this before... never...” Elijah bucked up against the stroking hand with no restraint, moaning loudly, “Ohhh fuck!! That’s... that’s good!!”
“Naughty boy, where did you learn such language?” Viggo gave Elijah a special squeeze and tug, feeling the moisture on his hand. “I might have to punish you for words like that.”
“Punish? Punish me??” Elijah gasped in surprise and shocked arousal at the comment, his eyes opening wide as they could, “What... what do you mean?”
Viggo slid off, yanking down Elijah’s pants to reveal his cock. “Maybe I’ll just spank you til your ass is red... or just leave you here, weeping for me and unable to touch yourself... all tied up.”
Elijah’s eyes widened even further, something he would have thought not possible, he shuddered in sudden lust, body arching up even as his expression showed confusion, desire and just a little fear, trepidation, “Oh please don’t leave me like that... I...” he squirmed more, his cock’s hardness never faltered even as his voice trembled with nervousness.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t,” Viggo hissed, tracing the insides of delicate thighs. The backs of his fingers just brushed Elijah’s erection, without offering any real stimulation. “Tell me what you’ll do to make sure I don’t need to punish you.”
Elijah’s expression showed his confusion, “I... I don’t... don’t know what you... you’d want.” he blushed deeply, looking away from Viggo as he feel completely into character. He squirmed, trying to increase the contact between his aching hardness and Viggo, but perversely also trying to squirm away at the same time. ‘What... what do you want?”
A large, warm hand ran over the curve of Elijah’s ass, slipping under the jeans still pooled there. “Exclusive rights to all of you... whenever I want.” He kissed the weeping tip of Elijah’s erection, teeth adding a bit of scrape.
Elijah’s gasp was of shocked pleasure and his hips jerked forwards searching for Viggo’s mouth, “Ex... exclusive? Rights? What... what do... do you want to... to have th... the right of??”
He jerked his mouth away from the needy movement, smiling wolfishly at Elijah. “Your body. You. I’m the only one who can touch you. Do you understand?” He gripped Elijah at the base and stroked up once, long, slow and torturous.
HE nodded, although it was fairly clear he would agree to just about anything at this point, “Yes... I... I... agree! Understand...” he whimpered and then asked breathlessly, almost begged, “Just don’t... stop?”
“No stopping.” He dipped his head and began to suck at the very tip, lapping gently with his cruel tongue. Lifting up again with a soft sucking sound, he smiled gently at his new conquest. “All the way.” His right hand slipped down to touch the virgin flesh between Elijah’s ass. He wiggled until his finger touched and rubbed against the opening. “Soon to belong to me.”
Elijah squirmed and panted, legs falling apart and then pressing together as he both enjoyed and feared the new sensations Viggo was inspiring in his body.
Sitting up, Viggo began to undress himself, tugging off his shirt and tossing it aside. He lounged back on his arms and spread his own legs. “Come here and take these off me.”
Elijah started to sit up, a protest on his lips when from in the house there was a loud call, three voices, “Lij!! Smelly man!! Where are you!! We’re here to bring some fun to your drab and domestic lives!”
The look on Viggo’s face suddenly resembled the Devil he once played. “Who the fuck gave them the keys?” He glared at the door as if by sheer force of will alone, he could make them vanish. “I am going to kill all three of them!”
“Um... no... No key’s...” Elijah was dragging his clothes over lust flushed and sensitive skin, trying get decent before they where assaulted but two hobbits and an elf... “Did you lock the front door? I didn’t... never do.”
Viggo hissed and scrambled to his feet, cursing the lack of criminal activities in the area that might prompt them to lock their door. He did not bother with his own shirt, the sexual flush of his skin only adding to his terrifying visage. Their screen door ripped open with a screech, and Viggo strode inside, grabbing Narsil from beside the wall.
Elijah had to confess he did consider just letting his lover DEAL with their friends by the sword, but a small niggling part of him realised that it wasn’t a good idea and a few moment’s later Lij followed him into the house, “Viggo!! Vig don’t!”
Ignoring his lover, Viggo headed for the living room, Narsil firmly in his grip. He burst in on the three other men, sword now at the ready. “Boring domesticated life, did you say?” The deadly blade swung neatly in his hand, the blade flashing ominously.
Elijah meeped and jumped in front of his, of their friends and shook his head, “Viggo!!” turning his head he glared at his now completely sober and silent comrades, “You are... so completely fucked!”
“Which is what I wanted you to be,” Viggo muttered so only Elijah could hear. He set Narsil on the ground and leaned on the pommel, glaring at the others. “So, what possessed you to burst in here and spoil our domestic bliss?” He put a rather ugly emphasis on the word domestic.
Elijah whimpered softly and leant against Viggo for a moment, muttering for Viggo’s ears only, “Me too...” Before turning around and standing shoulder to shoulder with his lover, casting a very stern look at his friends.
“Um...we ... er... that is... well Billy...” “Don’t you dare say this is my idea Dominic!” Um... oh yeah... um...well... me... me and the prissy elf thought...” “More like didn’t think Dommeh! I told you this was a bad idea from the start I did!!”
Viggo let them stammer for a few more seconds before striding forward and leaning down to look Dom in the eye. “What say you take your ideas and your companions and make like Frodo with a Black Rider on his ass, hmmm?” He still held Narsil, which gleamed rather threateningly.
Dom stared into Viggo’s eyes as if mesmerised for several long moments before he sudden nodded his head. Not saying another word he grabbed Orli’s arm and dragged him out. Elijah and Viggo could hear him commenting to Billy, “He’s fucking frightening man!!”
Viggo stared at the spot they quickly vacated for a long moment, before setting aside Narsil. He rubbed his beard and commented, “He would have been a challenge,” before shaking his head and turning back to Elijah.
Elijah sighed and leant against Viggo, “Why do they think we’re bored??”
Viggo began to rub his hands over Elijah, hoping his lover might be re-encouraged to start what their friends interrupted. “They don’t understand what its like to be in love. They lack any comparison for being content just to be together.”
Elijah could feel his arousal, that had never really gone away start to stir again and he looked up at Viggo in surprise at the caresses, “Still? Still wanna?” he nibbled his lip, wondering if he could get back into character.
Responding to the nibbling, Viggo leaned down and kissed the teeth away from Elijah’s lips. He pulled their hips into alignment, so Elijah could feel how much he still wanted. Tongue met tongue in a prolonged game of melding, before Viggo finally let up. “I want to jump your bones.”
“Do you?” A very pleased expression crossed Elijah’s lips before he kissed Viggo. Not giving his lover time to deepen the kiss much Elijah acted on his sudden impulse and dropped to his knees, rubbing his cheek against Viggo’s thigh as he opened his pants, “I need to taste you.” And giving Viggo a purely devilish smile took Viggo’s cock into his mouth.
“Brat,” Viggo hissed in a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing Elijah’s hair for purchase. He did not yank, just relaxing and allowing his lover to display his considerable talents. “So much for innocence.” His words mingled with several deep groans.
Elijah grinned around Viggo’s cock before remembering something he’d been meaning to try for an age. His lips closed around Viggo’s flesh, sucking with true desire even as his eyes and the upper part of his face assumed his most innocent and trusting expression
“Oh, you little...” Viggo’s whole chest and face flushed even deeper with desire and pure lust. He swallowed hard and managed to resume his own character. He pushed a little more into the willing mouth. “That’s my good boy. Get me nice and wet. Look at how much you love my cock, you little slut.”
Elijah’s innocent gaze never changed as he sucked more and more of Viggo’s hardness into his mouth, making obscene sucking and slurping noises as he felt to his task with true devotion.
Viggo finally pushed him back, not wanting to come yet. “Easy, no rush, little boy. I still want your ass for mine.” He pulled him up and kissed him, tasting himself mingled with Elijah. “And I want to keep touching you.”
Elijah sighed a little regretfully, he’d wanted to have Viggo cum in his mouth, he loved Viggo’s taste, but having Viggo fuck him was always wonderful. He leant back a little, letting an expression of surprised joy cross his face as he licked his swollen lips, “I... I like the way you taste.”
Viggo crushed his mouth to Elijah’s, sweeping his tongue around to pick up his own flavour. “Especially when you are mixed in with the taste,” he purred, holding Elijah tightly. “Strip for me.”
Pressing closer to Viggo Elijah grinned up at him, “Kinda hard when you’re holding me sooo tight, but I’ll try...” And wriggling and a squirming against Viggo Elijah started unbuttoning his shirt.
Viggo laughed and kissed him again, distracting him from his task. When he finally let their mouths part with a sweet last lick, he released his lover. “No, I shall let you go so I may get a real show. Shall I put on music?” His eyes twinkled both lustingly and with a hint of tease.
“You... you want me... to... to strip for you? Like... like an exotic dancer or something?” Elijah had that innocent nervous expression back, his tone hovering between shocked desire and embarrassment, “I... I’ve never done anything like that.”
“I have. Shall I demonstrate for you? Or perhaps, help you along?” Viggo headed for the phonograph and chose a record from his collection. In a moment, the sounds of rather exotic music streamed from the speakers.
Bitting his lip Elijah asked tentatively, “Maybe... maybe you could tell me what to do.”
A deep, vibrating growl emanated from deep in Viggo’s throat to voice his approval of that suggestion. “Can you feel the beat in your body, little boy? Let it take hold of your hips and your spine. Let the rhythm build inside and take over your mind.” His own feet moved in time with the haunting sounds, natural and sinuous as a snake.
Elijah started moving, just a little at first, a slightly out of beat shuffling of his feet but it didn’t last, slowly he started swaying to the beat, hips rocking a little, then a little more until his whole being was lost in the music.
Angling behind him, Viggo ran his hands over the swaying body, enjoying the way Elijah felt under his palms. “Now, start with the shirt.” He tugged gently at the flaps and then stepped away to watch. “Don’t lose the music.”
He didn’t loose the music but he nibbled at his lip nervously as fingers that trembled ever so slightly started to once more unbutton his shirt, giving Viggo a growing view of ripping skin as it moved over Elijah’s finely muscled body.
“Slowly. Ever so slowly. Make me hunger for every inch... make me wait until I am ready to perish from the desire.” Viggo moved around Elijah, also in time to the music. His eyes seldom blinked, transfixed by the sight before him. “You’re a natural at this.”
Elijah’s eyes slid half closed as he continued to move, his fingers sliding under the shirt that was held closed by only one button now, rippling the fabric as he found his hardened nipples, flicking his fingers over them, scratching sharply bitten nails over the sensitive skin. The movements of his body flaring the shirt open to let Viggo see his actions.
More growls of appreciation met this action, and Viggo slid behind his lover to run his hands up the exposed skin. He found the little nipples and played with them shamelessly, wishing they were as sensitive as his own. Fortunately, Elijah’s stomach was.
Elijah’s moan was deep although his eyes flew open looking startled, “Oh...” He leant into Viggo even as he opened the last button, the thin fabric of his shirt fluttering open and Elijah’s hands dropped down to reset of Viggo’s hips, never losing the music.
Viggo crossed their arms, as he set his hands on Elijah’s hips. He guided the man into the next dance, a faster pace. Their hips moved in perfect beat with each other and the music. His larger body pushed against the small man’s, both rubbing sensually and encouraging his movements.
Elijah moved with Viggo, almost puppet like in his motions, arching against the larger man with a wanton need that shocked him, but the need was growing, and making him bolder.
One of Viggo wandering hands slid beneath the waistband of Elijah’s jeans and settled just above his cock. His tongue snuck out as he watched the play of desire on Elijah’s face, and he pulled the man back, throwing him slightly off balance and completely at Viggo’s mercy.
Elijah clung to Viggo, unable to remain standing without clinging to the larger man, “Oh!...” his hips thrust forward, searching, needing something. His expression didn’t hide that need, in fact it displayed it perfectly at he looked up at Viggo, “Please?” A softly voiced plea.
A delicate fingertip traced the very edge of Elijah’s erection from base to tip. Finding a drop of moisture at the top, the digit spread it carefully around. Viggo never stopped moving to the beat, carefully supporting Elijah’s weight. “Look what’s happened. You distracted me from letting you strip.”
Elijah’s whimper was almost pained and he leant against Viggo, blue eyes close to begging as his hips moved, trying to get more, to have Viggo touch him more, to feed the need he had, “Oh... ohohoh please... please... feels... never felt before... oh please?”
They stopped moving, Viggo still supporting Elijah’s weight easily. He flipped open the fly of Elijah’s jeans and let the pants fall off the slim hips. His hand grabbed a firmer hold of the throbbing erection and pumped a few times, swiftly and with an added flick of wrist. “Like that?”
Elijah’s gasp was harsh as it rasped through a dry throat. The fingers of one hand dug into the small of Viggo’s back, the other into his shoulder, clinging to Viggo as pleasure suffused his body, and expression. “Yesssssss.” It was a hiss.
Viggo lifted his hand to his mouth and lazily licked the palm and fingers. When he returned to Elijah’s cock, the saliva provided a nice lube to ease the stroking motion. He leaned forward and wrapped his tongue around Elijah’s left ear lobe, licking and then biting down.
Squirming and writhing against Viggo Elijah turned his head to bit at his lover’s neck, whispering against the slightly salted skin, “Oh please... I... I need... gods I need you... please? Please Viggo... I need you.” His hips pressed into each stroke and his whimpers were almost pain filled. “Need you.”
“Then you shall have me.” Viggo pushed Elijah toward the couch, bending him down, ass in the air. “All of me. Just as I shall own all of you.” He kept stroking, even as his right hand pulled out a tube of lube from the sofa cushions. “Now what could this be doing here?”
“Waiting for you?” Elijah tried to project shock that Viggo had planed this, but he wasn’t sure how well it came across. Sighing he rocked into the wonderfully stroking hand, “Please Viggo... I need you... so bad.”
Pushing Elijah more carefully into position, Viggo lubed up his fingers and parted the lovely ass in front of him. He let go of Elijah’s cock to do so, admonishing him softly, “Don’t touch yourself.” One finger touched the opening to Elijah’s body, before sliding in ever so slowly.
Elijah whispered Viggo’s name, his voice choked with need, desire and love. His hips pressed back and begged suddenly, “Please Viggo... I need you inside me... before I go crazy... pleasepleasepleaseplease? I need so badly... so much! Oh Please??”
Viggo stretched him thoroughly, not allowing the begging to make him go too fast. His fingers worked with expertise, opening and pulling and pushing against the most sensitive of areas. “Be easy, my little boy. I’ll attend to you soon.”
Elijah’s cries of frustrated need where Viggo’s applause, moans and whimpers his cheers in Elijah’s attempt to egg his lover on. He stretched easily for Viggo, his body both accepting and anticipating the pleasure Viggo was going to give him, the pleasure that was starting already.
Viggo slicked himself up with a careless motion and then slid all the way into Elijah, giving him no recourse. The sofa slid forward a few inches under the power of the thrust. He held the other man steady and rubbed his back. “Perfect fit.”
As always Elijah was beyond words at that moment, the incredible feeling of being full, filled to overfull of his lover was something he could, would never be able to describe, blissful and completing, he felt whole and didn’t even want the feeling to end.
Holding Elijah’s hips for leverage, Viggo pushed in and out slowly, as if indeed handling a first timer. His mind, buzzed by the pleasure endorphins, grew fuzzy and indistinct, converting back to a more primal form. Only this lover ever drew from him this visceral response, this natural coveting of mate.
Pleasure raced through Elijah’s body, and it was everything he could do to keep himself from thrusting back wildly. He concentrated on everything else for several moments in a desperate attempt to control himself. Only then, when he was sure the slightest movement wasn’t going to bring on his climax did he press back ever so slightly.
Viggo took this as a sign to increase his own pace. His hands gripped even tighter in an attempt to pull him deeper into this body he loved so much, this person he loved SO much. Nothing else mattered, except finding his refuge deep inside those depths. If he could blend the two of them into one person so they might truly be together, he would not think twice.
Reaching behind his body Elijah’s hand ran up Viggo’s side and to his nick, pulling Viggo’s head towards his own as he twisted his neck so their lips could meet, could mate just as their lower bodies where. He joyfully started meeting Viggo thrust for thrust, their lovemaking that of true equals meeting each other in the heights of delight in each other.
They found their pace as easily as they breathed, each movement a graceful, powerful statement of love. Viggo kissed his Elijah with equal fervour as he took his ass. He slipped both hands from his hips, one finding his stomach and the other wrapping around his cock. Each thrust of hip was now mimicked by a stroke of his firm hand.
The multiple forms of stimulation where a strain on Elijah’s overwrought and overly sensitive body and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips a little more powerfully, backwards, impaling himself on Viggo, and then forwards to the stroking hands, and backwards again, more powerfully than before.
“Soon, my Elijah,” Viggo gasped, no longer able to keep up any kind of pretence. “So close.” He squeezed his cock more firmly, pumping faster, even as his hips amped up their driving force and speed.
Elijah was now slamming himself back on Viggo, crying out with each movement of their hips, close was more than true, his pleasure was spiralling tighter and tighter and soon it would have no choice but to explode into the most intense pleasure of all.
Giving in to impulse, Viggo bit down into the bared throat as his body collided with Elijah’s in a last thrust. Everything inside him melted down to its core elements, as he gave everything he had to Elijah. If his love could be put in liquid form, it could scarcely be more copious than the seed now flooding the inside of Elijah’s body. “Oh God, I love you!”
That declaration was the defeat of Elijah’s tightly held control and he screamed, his body slamming back against Viggo’s, plastering them together as he came, oh how he came, wave after wave of pleasure that left his body trembling and his mind awash in a haze of bliss. “Love you...”
Viggo grabbed the arms of the sofa to prevent from squishing Elijah as his body tried to collapse over his lovers. “That was...” He shook his head, aware of how ridiculous it was to try and apply words to their feelings and pleasure. He rained soft kisses over his lover’s shoulders and neck, trying to ease the ache of loss as he pulled out and away.
“No... No no Viggo don’t... not... not yet? Please???” Elijah’s begging pleas where desperate, “Don’t leave me... please?” He pushed backwards, pressing Viggo back into his body somewhat, “Need to feel you.”
“Whoa, hey,” Viggo whispered softly, pressing himself back against Elijah. “I’m here, love. I’m always here.” He held his lover tightly, arms crossed over his thin chest. “You all right?”
Elijah wrapped his own arms around Viggo’s and nuzzled his neck for several long moments before whispering, “just... just too soon... that’s all.”
“I’m sorry. I never want to leave you... you know that.” He rested his cheek in sot, unruly waves of black hair. He wished for not the first time that they were two unknowns in the world, free to do whatever they wanted. No five am call tomorrow... no hobbits and elves... He snickered. “Think Dom will ever let me close again?”
Elijah snickered a moment later before offering, “Not unless Billy is there to protect his ‘bits’” And he giggled some more, snuggling back against Viggo even though their position was starting to get a little uncomfortable.
“Bleh, I want nothing to do with his bits!” Viggo shifted a little. “How about a nice, long bath?”
“Nice and cool?” Elijah smiled and nodded at the idea, “Sounds great... but um Viggo?? What happened to your day for gardening?”
“Think the neighbours would mind if I didn’t put my clothes back on when I went out and finished my flats?” Viggo asked with a sigh, glancing at his discarded clothing.
“They might not... but I’m not sure if I want them seeing my Viggo in all his glory.” Elijah’s tone was curiously a little jealous.
A snort escaped Viggo before he could stop it. “I don’t think they’ll be all that thrilled.” He swung Elijah around, so he could face him. “I could smear myself with dirt to obscure the view.” His mouth automatically sought out Elijah’s, kissing him for a long moment.
After the kiss Elijah’s lips twitched up as he retorted, “There is far too much for a little dirt to hide lover mine.”
“Ah, very well. I’ll pull on my pants and finish up my plants. You go draw a nice bath, and I’ll be up as quick as possible.” He sucked at Elijah’s neck and then chewed gently.
Elijah sighed, “Sounds like a plan lover mind... nice bath with a few nibbles, cause I never did get something to eat...” He grinned before adding, “I still expect BBQ tonight you know.”
“Ribs and chicken,” Viggo promised with a little pinch of Elijah’s ass. “And some of your famous mousse to top it all off.” He let go of his lover and reached for his pants.
“I love you.” Elijah said it softly before standing and padding his way up the stairs, already thinking about the rest of their evening.
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I saw you posted two! I wish I could read th enext one, but I have to get ready to go out... boo. Tomorrow morning though!
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Loved the playfulness, the role playing, the tenderness. The Sword,,,, LOL. All of it so perfect.
Thank you
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Saklani