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NEW: Hitchhiker 3/10 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: HitchHiker
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
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riley442 (we love her!)
Banner: A special thank you toringwench (love her, too!)
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.
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovelytrianne as part of the 2005 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!
I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
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The food seemed to take forever to be ready, as Viggo prowled the front area restlessly. Eventually, the owner brought out three bags full of containers, for which Viggo tipped her generously. Tossing them in the front seat, he jumped in and zipped back to the motel posthaste.
Having taken another hot shower, Jordam=n pulled on his only dry clothing- a pair a sweat pants. Looking around the room, he opened the small windows, trying to air some of the sex smell out, but everything was merely a distraction from thinking about what he was doing.
The door bust open as Viggo practically fell in, his arms weighed down with food. “Okay, I got about everything on their menu. Eat to your heart’s content, little hitchhiker.” He bundled them on a table, ripping open the first bag and pulling out containers. “I have no idea what is in any of them.”
Elijah laughed softly and shook his head. “You want me to eat things you can’t identify?” His laugh was very amused and he leaned over, kissing Viggo long and slowly. “Hmmm... can I use you as a plate?”
Viggo held Jordan to him for a moment, keeping their mouths together. “I mean that I am not sure which dish they packed in which container, brat. And as for using me as a plate... maybe later. I’m hungry, too.”
Elijah snickered; he could not help it. “Well, it would probably burn you...” Picking up the chopsticks that came with the meal, he closed his eyes and stuck them into one of the containers, saying, “I’ll start with this one.” And only then did he open his eyes and grin, lifting a mouthful of food to his lips with a happy smile.
“Probably.” Viggo snagged a pair if chopsticks of his own, opened a carton and tried a piece. “Mmm, chicken and shrimp.” He set down that carton, opened another and tried another piece. “Mmm. Mandarin tofu.”
“You like tofu?” His nose wrinkled with distaste as he ate another mouthful of broccoli beef.
“I love tofu.” Viggo opened yet another carton and pulled out some noodles with practiced ease. “Tasty and good for you.”
Reaching over Viggo, Elijah took some of the noodles with a smile. “Ohhh... spicy! Nice!!” And he took more, chewing and swallowing before saying, “I don’t like it much, to be honest.”
Viggo considered for a moment, chewing some pork fried rice. “That’s the first thing you’ve told me about yourself- you don’t like tofu.” The statement lacked judgment, hanging there quietly between them.
“We haven’t made a whole lot of conversation you know...” He ate another mouthful before adding, having thought about their time together, “You haven’t asked me much, either.”
“Why are you hitchhiking?” Viggo asked, figuring he might as well see if he could get a straight answer.
He would ask the one question that could not be answered, but Elijah told Viggo the truth, or part of it. “I- I had to get away from the insanity that was my life...” He sighed softly. He needed to get away from being Elijah fucking Frodo Wood. “This was the only way I knew to do that.”
“How long have you been on the road this time?” he asked, opening yet another carton and trying a bite of some sort of strange vegetable that nearly made him gag.
“Not too long I guess... honestly I’m not sure.” Elijah had been doing this on and off since the movie had opened, trying to escape faster than the movies could follow.
Viggo offered him a sweet and sour shrimp wordlessly. He chewed on his own for a few silent moments and then asked, “How old are you, little hitchhiker?”
Elijah took the shrimp and sighed, chewing slowly before saying, “Twenty-one.”
Sensing the sadness infusing his lover, Viggo set down his carton, stood, walked around the chair and offered a hug. He did not force Jordan, merely standing with his arms wide and welcoming.
Elijah almost threw himself at Viggo, burrowing into his frame, arms wrapping tightly and breathing deeply of Viggo’s scent, commenting almost absently, “You smell good.”
Warm palms rubbed and massaged the soft skin of Jordan’s bare back, trying to soothe the trembles he felt there. Their bodies fit together, the smaller man sliding like a puzzle piece into place. Viggo wondered about tomorrow for the first time, and his brain hissed warnings at him uselessly.
Taking a deep breath, Elijah pressed his lips just over Viggo’s heart and sighed softly, “Thank you.” He tilted his head back to look up at Viggo and smiled. “Very much.”
“Eat some more, little hitchhiker,” Viggo said, gently releasing him. “You may need the strength before the night is done.”
Elijah laughed-- a little low sound. “I hope so...” And he sat back down, proceeding to eat hungrily.
The laugh sent a shiver down to pool and ripple in Viggo’s guts. He sat down himself, trying to focus on his food and failing miserably. I nstead, he caught himself watching Jordan rather openly.
He did not need to look up to know he was being watched. It was a sensation Elijah was completely familiar with. But this time, instead of a vague dread, he felt a slow blooming warmth, finally asking softly, “See something you want?”
“Yes, I fear I rather do,” Viggo said with genuine feeling. “Do you mind?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, his smile lighting up his face. “Not in the slightest.” He put down his chopsticks. Standing, he finished his drink and wiped his hands and lips on a napkin. Then he strolled towards the bed, looking invitingly at Viggo over his shoulder. “Coming?”
“Not right after dinner,” Viggo laughed with a shake of his head. “I’m going to get a nice, warm shower and then I might be ready.” He closed the cartons, putting them away neatly and carefully in the bag. His right eye flashed a quick wink at Jordan, before he disappeared in the bathroom and the water started.
Elijah let Viggo have a long shower before stripping off his pants and opening the bathroom door quietly. As carefully as he could, he pushed open the shower curtain and climbed in behind Viggo. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Viggo’s waist and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
Water sloshed crazily, as Viggo tried not to fall over and kill them both. He steadied himself with one hand on the porcelain tiles and gasped, “Are you trying to kill us, Jordan!? You shouldn’t sneak up on an old man like that!” Any trace of anger or annoyance in his voice vanished by the third word, and he grinned over his shoulder.
Elijah’s grin was very cheeky as his hand started stroking down Viggo’s belly toward his cock. “No... Unless you’re speaking of the little death the French love so much...” A small set of fingers wrapped around Viggo’s shaft and stroked just a little.
“Not just the French,” Viggo murmured, his hips jerking into the touch. “What do you want to do to me?”
“I don’t know really... just wannna play I guess...” He smiled slightly and pressed a biting kiss to Viggo’s shoulder. “Touch you, learn you...”
“Shall I just stand here like this then?” Viggo asked, his amusement and want clear in his deep rumble.
“That is an idea... I want you to enjoy yourself too, so... feel free to move as you want to.” He placed another nipping bite to Viggo’s other shoulder. “You taste better than dinner.”
Viggo turned off the rapidly cooling spray and spun around to face Jordan with an effortless twist. His fingers tangled in mussed, damp hair, and he pulled his lover to him for a deep, tongue swirling kiss.
Elijah wrapped his arms and then legs around Viggo like a monkey, giggling into their kiss as two wet bodies rubbed against each other. The giggle soon became a happy moan as he deepened the kiss, rubbing their bodies together a little more.
The wall supported them as Viggo leaned against it to prevent sitting in the tub with a thump. He held Jordan to him tightly, his hands caressing the skin and muscle under them. Eventually, he parted their mouths with a wet sound and nuzzled Jordan’s nose. “Shall we get back to bed?”
“That’s the most brilliant idea I’ve heard in my entire life, did you know that?” He turned his head so he could breath the words directly into Viggo’s ear and then started licking and nibbling at Viggo’s neck.
“Of course it might help,” Viggo muttered around gasps, “if you stop short-circuiting my brain so I could get us there!”
“Sorry, now that is something I can’t do.” And as if to prove his point, Elijah bit lightly at the lobe of Viggo’s ear, sucking it into his mouth as he clung to the larger man.
Viggo reversed and banged Jordan, though not hard, into the side of the wall. He jerked his head away from the maddening mouth and neatly crushed their lips together in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hips pushed against Jordan’s, rubbing them together hungrily.
Elijah did not even feel the impact or the cool of the tiles against his skin. All he felt was Viggo-- his kiss, his body, his skin, every feeling seared itself into his body and mind, into his very soul.
A few moments of hard thrusting and the world attempted to spin away from Viggo. He clamped down on his control and pulled back, eyes pleading. “Please, Jordan, I don’t want to do this here. Just let up a moment. We’ll both get hurt if we do this here.”
Taking a deep breath in a desperate attempt to control himself, Elijah nodded, whispering, “Ok,” and buried his face in Viggo’s shoulder, the only thing he could do to keep himself from kissing Viggo again.
Half-staggering, Viggo managed to get them out into the bedroom. Still dripping, he dumped Jordan on the bed and then stared down at him. “You’re sinful.”
Stretching across the bed, his every movement an invitation, Elijah spread his legs and arms open in offering. “Come sin with me then.” And he reached out for Viggo with a small hand.
Viggo took the hand and smiled-- a little devilish twist of his lips. His right knee perched on the bed, as he leaned over to kiss and suck at each digit in turn. When he finished with the fingers, he turned to the palm and delicate wrist, lapping at the pulse point.
Elijah moaned deeply, reaching out with his other hand and cupping the back of Viggo’s head lightly. “If I’m sin... you’re the devil, Viggo.”
“That would not be the first time I have been called the devil,” Viggo admitted, easing his other knee up on the bed. His hands reached down to rest on either side of Jordan, holding his body up, tantalizingly close, but just out of contact.
Blue eyes narrowed at the teasing distance between them, and without warning, Elijah pushed his body up, legs and arms wrapping around Viggo, pressing them tightly together, letting his weight hang off Viggo’s body.
Viggo crashed on to the bed and Jordan, laughing breathlessly at them both. He buried his hands in soft, dark hair and kissed Jordan through the laugh. His body eased up a little, locking them into place.
When this kiss ended, Viggo could see the victorious smile being sent his direction. “Much better...” Elijah brought their lips together again, doing his best to drown them both in the desire that was flaring even stronger between them now than before.
“What do you want?” Viggo asked, breathing in short, shallow pants as his heart raced like a jackhammer in his chest. “Tell me, Jordan.”
“I want everything.” The confession was a ragged whisper against Viggo’s neck. “I want your lips on mine, I want your cock deep in my body and I don’t want it to ever end. I want your taste in my mouth and your scent in my nose... I want everything, Viggo.”
The seriousness in Jordan’s voice stopped Viggo for a moment. He studied the lovely face underneath his, wondering at what he saw there. Still, the plea could not go unanswered for long, so he kissed Jordan again, sweetly conveying his agreement.
Fingers tangling in Viggo’s hair, Elijah returned the kiss, keeping it sweet and tender, almost loving. Their next kiss was just as sweet at the start, but soon his need started to well up again, and he deepened it, fingers caressing down Viggo’s back.
Viggo rolled slightly off Jordan and scooted away from the perfect mouth to suck on a small, dark nipple. His fingers rolled the other between them, pinching and plumping and rubbing. His other hand reached down to stroke lightly at Jordan’s cock and balls.
Elijah moaned at the wonderful sensations. Viggo’s caresses were somehow perfect, but he did not want to stop the explorations he had started in the shower. So he reached out as well, small warm hands caressing down Viggo’s chest, one lingering at his nipples, stroking and rolling them while the other continued downwards.
Nerves sparking pulses of pure fire through his veins at the touches at his nipples, Viggo nearly bit deeply into a succulent bud. He lifted his head just in time, nearly biting off his tongue instead. “Crap,” he muttered, as pain added itself to the powerful sensations. The taste of blood mingled with the taste of Jordan on his injured tongue.
Elijah’s hands stilled and he looked at Viggo with concern. “Is everything all right, Viggo?” He was truly concerned at the sudden change in Viggo’s demeanor.
“I bit my tongue and made it bleed,” Viggo muttered a little grumpily. “Maybe I better not kiss you again...” He stroked Jordan’s cock again, squeezing sweetly and twisting a little at the very tip.
Elijah frowned slightly, pouting at Viggo, but he knew that blood was not something to be playing with. “Maybe... for now...” His hips pressed up into Viggo’s caresses, hands starting their movement, their own caresses again, now that he knew he had not caused Viggo’s pain.
His mouth now free from kissing, Viggo could not help but comment softly as they touched and caressed. “You are so lovely, Jordan. You do not belong out wandering the streets alone, lost and un-friended. The whole world should know of your beauty and treasure the light you bring. You’re so perfect when you arch into my hands... so lovely when you cry out... so sexy. I want you enough to make me ache.”
Elijah’s eyes widened at Viggo’s words, and it was everything he could do to keep from completely breaking the mood and breaking down crying. He wandered the roads because of exactly what Viggo thought he deserved.
“Did I say something wrong?” Viggo asked, his hands stilling instantly. He reached up to cup Jordan’s cheeks and rub under his eyes, seeing the sorrow there.
“No... Nothing really...” He sighed a little before looking at Viggo with a new light in his eyes. “I think you’re able to think a little too much... I’m going to have to do something about that.” And Elijah leaned down and latched onto one of Viggo’s nipples, sucking it.
“Oh fuck,” Viggo cried. His hands instantly caught Jordan’s head, urging him to continue. The rest of him began to thrust uselessly into Jordan’s thigh. Growling a little in frustration, Viggo rolled back up on Jordan to find better friction.
Elijah giggled against Viggo’s chest before he started sucking more powerfully, almost nursing at the small, but obviously sensitive bud of flesh. He rocked his hips with Viggo’s, working himself against Viggo even as his hand sneaked between their bodies to play with the nipple that was not in his mouth.
Everything overloaded as Jordan suckled at his nipple like a kitten. He snarled deep in his throat, eyes rolling back into his head. His thrusts turned hard and desperate, seeking the blind pleasure of release.
Loving the overwhelming response his actions were getting, Elijah continued to suck even more powerfully, tongue lapping and teeth scraping carefully, everything he could do to stimulate Viggo further.
The continued torture of his sensitive nipples drove Viggo over the edge. His hips snapped as powerfully as possible into Jordan over and over, until he froze on the last, cumming in long, hard, almost unendurable waves. The bed groaned angrily under the strain, even as his body protested the harsh angle of his back. Finally, everything ended with a smash, and he crushed Jordan on the bed.
Elijah realized this was bliss, as he wrapped his arms around Viggo. He was not sure why... no encounter he had ever had before, even ones with friends and long time lovers, had touched him like this. All he knew was this felt better, more right, than anything in the world. And he clung to that feeling as he stroked his hands up and down Viggo’s back soothingly.
Senses returned one by one in a leisurely, almost surreal fashion. Viggo first became aware of the scent of sex and musk, an intoxicating brew. Second, warmth and stickiness ebbed through his skin, as touch returned. Taste followed on its heels, offering the tang of blood, the salt of sweat and the unique flavor of his lover. When hearing ventured to journey his way, he detected the soft breathing of the one beneath him, the little sighs and breathy moans of his own. Finally, intelligence kicked in, and he murmured one word, “Jordan.”
Elijah’s hands did not still on Viggo’s back, but he pressed a soft kiss to Viggo’s shoulder before he answered, “Yes, lover mine?”
Without replying, Viggo found the curve of Jordan’s neck to bury his face in. He shut his eyes for a few moments, allowing his body a bit of respite.
Sensing Viggo’s need to collect himself, Elijah simply kept his hands stroking soothingly, pressing soft kisses to the top of Viggo’s head. He ignored his own un-sated arousal, knowing they would get around to it. Besides, this felt too wonderful to stop, even for an orgasm.
The lethargy in his limbs faded, and Viggo felt the pulse of Jordan’s need between them. Without a word, he reached for the hand lotion bottle and a condom. Settling back on his haunches, he reached down to pull it over the weeping erection. Smiling slightly, he coated lotion everywhere, working fast to not let Jordan climax too soon. His own muscles still lax from their recent experience, he positioned himself carefully. A deep breath, two, and he pierced his barrier with a shocking jolt of pain, but did not stop until he settled all the way.
It had taken Elijah a moment to work out what Viggo intended, and after that, shock kept him immobile long enough for Viggo to push himself down on Elijah’s cock. His eyes crossed at the delightful feeling of being buried deeply inside Viggo’s body. Warm tightness surrounded him, seeming to be trying to suck out his soul along with his climax. “Ohhhh, fuck me!!”
“Hard from this position,” Viggo said with a short breath of laughter. He moved up a little and then back down, letting his body get used to the feeling. “Gods, you’re huge.”
Elijah let out a breathless laugh that became a deep moan. “Not half as big as you...” His hand reached out, landing on Viggo’s hips, stroking there for a moment before he slid them up higher, caressing Viggo’s sides, eyes on Viggo’s nipples, wondering if he could get Viggo that aroused again.
“Don’t,” Viggo warned with a little shake of his head. He caught the roaming hands and kissed them both gently. His muscles flexed, pushing himself up and down in a lazy, forceful movement. “Please, just let me do this.”
Elijah cupped Viggo’s face and tugged him down lightly, brushing soft kisses over Viggo’s face. “Don’t what?” he asked innocently, a rather strange expression for the man whose cock was buried deep in Viggo’s ass.
“Please,” Viggo said, looking down at Jordan with quiet eyes. His head bowed forward as he managed to slip Jordan even farther into his body and strike the small gland inside. “Please.”
Elijah growled a little, hips pressing upwards with a sudden jerk, his cock bumping against Viggo’s prostate with more force. “Please what??” The question was panted, as his hips fell back to the bed, only to jerk upwards again, the pleasure too much to keep still.
His lover’s movements doubled the pain and pleasure inside his body. Viggo drove down harder, clenching more with each slide. Sweat coated his body, running down like tears over his tanned flesh. Real tears sparked in his eyes, spilling relentlessly over his cheeks.
Elijah reached up to wipe the tears away, looking at Viggo, concern and pleasure written across his face in equal measure. “What’s wrong, baby?” He caressed Viggo’s cheek, not aware of the endearment he’d used. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
The word did not escape Viggo, but he let it pass, too busy moving and trying to give pleasure. “Its... so much... been a long time... forgot its so fucking much...” His teeth bared in a helpless snarl as each movement brought greater feelings.
Elijah’s lips formed an ‘O’ of understanding, and he nodded, after a long period of abstinence it was overwhelming, even without the remarkable heat between them. Controlling himself as much as he could with the lava of pleasure heating his blood and destroying his mind, Elijah’s fingers wrapped rather lovingly around the flesh at the apex of Viggo’s thighs, stroking and caressing, trying to give Viggo the same pleasure he was being given.
A sob of escaped breath made Viggo bite down on his tongue again. The stroking confused his already overwhelmed system, sending pleasure signals and blood in all directions. Some leaked out between his teeth again, as he bit down harder in concentration. Some headed south, trying valiantly to respond to the caresses. Most swirled in a frustrated whirlpool. But Viggo never stopped moving, his body on auto-drive and working for all it was worth.
Elijah frowned at the blood trickling from Viggo’s mouth and with all the strength in his body he flipped them over, stilling Viggo under him and looking deep into his eyes. “You’re hurting yourself. I don’t want you to hurt yourself... Viggo.” Leaning over Viggo, he pressed very soft kisses to Viggo’s face. He was not sure exactly what was going on, but he knew he did not want Viggo hurting, at all.
Viggo eyes fluttered open and looked at Jordan in slight confusion. “I’m all right.” He nuzzled a soft cheek and resisted the urge to lick gently, despite his wounded tongue. “Just a bit out of practice. Don’t stop”
“You didn’t stretch yourself at all, did you?” Elijah shook his head and pulled out of Viggo carefully. “Hush love... I’m not stopping, just making sure this is as pleasurable for you as for me...” Elijah coated his fingers with the hand lotion and very carefully caressed Viggo’s cock in one hand, checking to make sure that Viggo had not damaged himself in haste. When he was sure Viggo was intact, he carefully slid a finger into Viggo’s body, searching out Viggo’s prostate to caress.
The growl that tore out of Viggo’s throat did not speak of happiness when Jordan left his body. He shut his eyes, swallowing hard and trying not to react with the frustration he felt at the moment. Jordan cared about his pleasure, wanted to make sure this felt good for them both. Still, he made a choice when he impaled himself before, knowing about the pain. His teeth ground together slightly, and he rasped, “Jordan... don’t... just... finish.”
“Viggo... please... I... I can’t while it’s hurting you, I can’t.” He looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes trying to show Viggo how important that was. He could not find pleasure when he knew Viggo was in pain. He sped his fingers up a little, stretching Viggo.
“I don’t mind the pain,” Viggo said in a dark voice, his eyes nearly lost in black. “Its... part of this, too... all of it... part of life...” His cock finally hardened under the constant touches.
Elijah’s hands did not stop moving as he took in Viggo’s words. He let them work through his mind several times as he finished stretching Viggo. Stripping off and replacing the condom, Elijah positioned himself before carefully sliding into Viggo’s body, staring deep into Viggo’s eyes, watching his expression like a hawk.
When Jordan slid back in, Viggo arched up to meet him. His right hand wrapped up around Jordan’s head, pulling him down a little. “There... perfect... and no pain, even.”
Elijah moaned deeply, now that his worry for Viggo was gone his own desire flooded over him, burning as brightly as the sun, but a liquid sun. He started thrusting slowly, but it did not last, and soon, he pounded into Viggo’s body with all his strength.
Viggo met him thrust for thrust, wanting to see the pleasure overwhelm Jordan as surely as it overwhelmed him. Viggo did what he did best, focused all his passion on one task, one person, one end result.
Elijah knew that he could not last much longer. Normally, he was as concerned with his partner’s pleasure as his own, but now, all he could think about was the heat blooming inside him ever faster, from deep in his belly outward. He came with a scream, throwing his hips forward and burying himself as deeply as he could in Viggo’s body.
Barely noticing his own simultaneous release, Viggo held Jordan to him through his orgasm, begging him for everything, all of it. His impatience and darkness melted away during the end, bringing back the gentle look in his eyes and expression. “All right?” he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper.
Tucking his head up under Viggo’s chin, Elijah panted for several long minutes before he murmured something that sounded vaguely affirmative.
“I’m sorry for hurting myself,” Viggo murmured, hands caressing the sweaty slope of Jordan’s back. “Thank you for caring.”
“‘Elcome...” The word was muffled against Viggo’s neck, but it was clear what Elijah meant. “Thank you for... wow.”
“How about a bath?” Viggo asked, thinking of the sweat and cum now coating them both. His voice changed, becoming appealing and even pleading. “I can hold you in my arms, against my chest, as we wash off in warm water.”
“Sounds very good... but... one problem... no legs!” Elijah sounded much younger than before.
Viggo rolled them over slowly and slid himself off Jordan with a last gasp. He kissed a curved neck and then parted to go fill the bath. In a moment, the sound of water could be heard, along with Viggo singing softly in Spanish.
Elijah removed the used condom, throwing it into the bin as he stood up unsteadily, staggering across the room to the bathroom. “What are you singing?”
“Guantanamera,” Viggo said, testing the water with his fingers and still humming softly. “An old song sung by Pete Seager and written by Jose Marti.”
“What does it mean?” Elijah leaned against the wall as still shaky legs threatened give out, watching Viggo as the tub filled.
“I cultivate a rose in June and in January. For the sincere friend who gives me his hand and for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live. I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles... I cultivate a white rose.” Viggo turned off the tap and looked over his shoulder at Jordan, before standing and sliding into the water.
Elijah made his way across the room and slid into the water and Viggo’s arms with a sigh of pleasure. “You have a good voice.”
A warm, welcoming kiss greeted Jordan, as Viggo tilted his head to find his mouth. “I sometimes record songs and strange noises when I am in the mood.”
“Really? What kind of strange noises?” Elijah looked at Viggo curiously.
“Whatever I feel like,” Viggo said, his hands settling naturally on Jordan’s abdomen and thigh. “Sometimes, I bang on instruments just to see what they sound like or skew musical notes until they grate the ears. There is no pattern to my madness.”
Elijah chuckled softly. “Kinda sounds like fun...” He gave a little sigh of pleasure at the feel of Viggo’s hands on him.
“It is fun, even though it drives a lot of people nuts when I waste an entire day recroding horrid noise.” He kissed the curve of Jordan’s neck, breathing in deeply. The words on his tongue found themselves swallowed, as he simply basked in holding his lover.
Elijah closed his eyes, laying his head against Viggo’s shoulder, marveling at how well they fit together. He did not want to move, or even talk, he just wanted to soak in the wonderful feeling. Being around Viggo was unlike being around any one else, ever. He was able to be himself, just be Elijah. Normally when he was ‘being Elijah,’ he felt completely uncomfortable. He loved acting, adored it, but it came at a price, a price that had upped incredibly with the release of Fellowship of the Rings. A price that he loathed paying almost as much as he loved acting. Being Jordan was normally much simpler. He was a part as much as ‘Elijah’ was, but he was a simple part. However, around Viggo he didn’t seem to be either. And it was wonderful. He felt fully relaxed for the first time he could remember. He intended to enjoy it for as long as he could.
The soap attempted to leap for freedom, but Viggo corralled it against the side of the tub and lifted it to Jordan’s chest. He lazily lathered the skin there, before washing it off with warm water. His efforts inched slowly up to include two perfect nipples, a collarbone and then a pale throat. “Turn around.”
Elijah carefully rolled over in Viggo’s arms, pressing them together chest to knees, smiling at Viggo slightly. “Do you normally bathe your hitchhikers so carefully?” His tone was light and joking.
“Do your encounters often go like this?” he asked, though with seriousness.
“Never. This is a true first.”
“How is this different?” Viggo asked gently, not pushing if Jordan did not want to tell him.
Elijah wondered how to explain before finally saying softly, “It’s real.”
“Yes, I feel that as well,” Viggo said, kissing Jordan ever so softly. He washed Jordan’s back with his soapy hands, pulling him closer with each rub.
Elijah pressed against Viggo, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Viggo’s, wondering if he should tell him everything, explain it all. But he was afraid-- what if knowing changed things? What if he lost these feelings sooner than he had to?
Their lips met again, as Viggo tilted his head forward. His tongue swept into a warm mouth and rubbed carefully along its mate. Hands tightening even more, Viggo slid his head to the right to deepen the kiss.
Retuning the kiss, Elijah did not turn away from the faintly copperish taste of Viggo’s blood, letting their tongues play together softly for long moments.
Viggo slid back into the water, pulling Jordan with him. Their mouths remained locked, unwilling to part even for the breath both needed. A hint of more than lust, more than want, more than need crept into Viggo’s kiss.
Elijah purred as the warm water embraced them, caressing his skin as they kissed. He was not sure what his lover was trying to tell him with his kiss, he just knew that he himself was putting all the intense emotions and pleasure he was felt because of Viggo into the kiss.
Viggo settled them comfortably against each other, his own back resting against the tub. His eyes settled shut in tired contentment, and he stifled a large yawn. Only his hands remained active, mapping and memorizing the smooth skin of his lover, in case they never got another chance.
Elijah relaxed against Viggo for a long time, until feeling a little guilty, he sat up, straddling Viggo’s body carefully as he found the soap and started forming lather on Viggo’s chest.
Sighing in deep pleasure, Viggo pressed a little into the hands touching him. His drowsy eyes opened and focused a little blearily on Jordan. “Better hurry,” he murmured, interrupted by a yawn, “before I decide to go to sleep right here.”
Elijah did speed up his washing, although regretfully. When finished he stood slowly, getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist before holding one, waiting to do the same for Viggo. “Lover?”
With a burst of energy, Viggo stood up in the bath. He toed out the stopper, watching the water trickle down the drain, while it also dripped off his body. His long hair shook back over one shoulder with a flick of his neck and a small spray of water splattered on the tiles. He reached out for the towel, pulling Jordan up for a kiss instead.
Elijah moaned, pressing himself against Viggo and returning the kiss, his tongue slipping into Viggo’s mouth to gather his taste. When they had to end the kiss to breath, he stepped back slightly, wrapping the towel around Viggo and taking his hand. “Bed?”
“After I get dry this time,” Viggo laughed, running the towel over his body efficiently. He finished with his head, rubbing so vigorously his hair ending up spiking at extreme angles when he threw the towel on the ground. “Perfect.”
Elijah laughed, moving out of the bathroom. Using his long experience in hotels off all types, he managed to get some clean sheets delivered and stripped the bed. “We made a lot of mess you know.”
Naked, Viggo grabbed the other end of the sheet and assisted Jordan in remaking the bed. “I think I may have noticed somewhere along the way.”
“Viggo, if you don’t put that thing away we’re going to get into more mess...” Elijah disappeared back into the bathroom the moment they where done, coming out some minutes later.
Viggo already lay under the covers, stretched comfortably on the left side of the bed. “I usually sleep on the left. Do you like the right?”
“I don’t mind... you’re likely to have me roll over you several times, regardless.” Elijah slid into the bed beside him, snuggling into Viggo’s side and laying his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder.
“Roll over me or on me?” Viggo asked, his voice gently teasing. He lifted Jordan’s face to his for a sweet, slow kiss that spread low heat everywhere. “I do not mind in either case.”
Their kiss was spearmint flavored as Elijah had brushed his teeth. “Both, Vig... I might even roll over you and onto the floor; it’s been known to happen.”
Laughing softly, Viggo fluffed the hair of his bed partner. “I shall just pick you up and hold you tightly so you cannot do it again.” He reached over and turned off the bedside light. The room plunged into darkness. “Goodnight, Jordan.”
“Goodnight, Viggo.” Elijah let out one long sigh as he relaxed against Viggo, letting his tiredness push his thoughts away until tomorrow and just enjoy the moment.
For several hours, Viggo stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, holding his lover gently with one arm. He considered tomorrow and all the possibilities it might bring. His rational side warred with his quietly stronger passionate side and eventually acquiesced. Yes, he might be setting himself up to be hurt, but in all truth, that time already passed. He must at least make the effort, offer what he could to Jordan. Resolved, he smiled and kissed an unruly mop of black hair, before slipping into contented sleep.
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta:
riley442 (we love her!)Banner: A special thank you to
ringwench (love her, too!)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.
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely
trianne as part of the 2005 slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
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The food seemed to take forever to be ready, as Viggo prowled the front area restlessly. Eventually, the owner brought out three bags full of containers, for which Viggo tipped her generously. Tossing them in the front seat, he jumped in and zipped back to the motel posthaste.
Having taken another hot shower, Jordam=n pulled on his only dry clothing- a pair a sweat pants. Looking around the room, he opened the small windows, trying to air some of the sex smell out, but everything was merely a distraction from thinking about what he was doing.
The door bust open as Viggo practically fell in, his arms weighed down with food. “Okay, I got about everything on their menu. Eat to your heart’s content, little hitchhiker.” He bundled them on a table, ripping open the first bag and pulling out containers. “I have no idea what is in any of them.”
Elijah laughed softly and shook his head. “You want me to eat things you can’t identify?” His laugh was very amused and he leaned over, kissing Viggo long and slowly. “Hmmm... can I use you as a plate?”
Viggo held Jordan to him for a moment, keeping their mouths together. “I mean that I am not sure which dish they packed in which container, brat. And as for using me as a plate... maybe later. I’m hungry, too.”
Elijah snickered; he could not help it. “Well, it would probably burn you...” Picking up the chopsticks that came with the meal, he closed his eyes and stuck them into one of the containers, saying, “I’ll start with this one.” And only then did he open his eyes and grin, lifting a mouthful of food to his lips with a happy smile.
“Probably.” Viggo snagged a pair if chopsticks of his own, opened a carton and tried a piece. “Mmm, chicken and shrimp.” He set down that carton, opened another and tried another piece. “Mmm. Mandarin tofu.”
“You like tofu?” His nose wrinkled with distaste as he ate another mouthful of broccoli beef.
“I love tofu.” Viggo opened yet another carton and pulled out some noodles with practiced ease. “Tasty and good for you.”
Reaching over Viggo, Elijah took some of the noodles with a smile. “Ohhh... spicy! Nice!!” And he took more, chewing and swallowing before saying, “I don’t like it much, to be honest.”
Viggo considered for a moment, chewing some pork fried rice. “That’s the first thing you’ve told me about yourself- you don’t like tofu.” The statement lacked judgment, hanging there quietly between them.
“We haven’t made a whole lot of conversation you know...” He ate another mouthful before adding, having thought about their time together, “You haven’t asked me much, either.”
“Why are you hitchhiking?” Viggo asked, figuring he might as well see if he could get a straight answer.
He would ask the one question that could not be answered, but Elijah told Viggo the truth, or part of it. “I- I had to get away from the insanity that was my life...” He sighed softly. He needed to get away from being Elijah fucking Frodo Wood. “This was the only way I knew to do that.”
“How long have you been on the road this time?” he asked, opening yet another carton and trying a bite of some sort of strange vegetable that nearly made him gag.
“Not too long I guess... honestly I’m not sure.” Elijah had been doing this on and off since the movie had opened, trying to escape faster than the movies could follow.
Viggo offered him a sweet and sour shrimp wordlessly. He chewed on his own for a few silent moments and then asked, “How old are you, little hitchhiker?”
Elijah took the shrimp and sighed, chewing slowly before saying, “Twenty-one.”
Sensing the sadness infusing his lover, Viggo set down his carton, stood, walked around the chair and offered a hug. He did not force Jordan, merely standing with his arms wide and welcoming.
Elijah almost threw himself at Viggo, burrowing into his frame, arms wrapping tightly and breathing deeply of Viggo’s scent, commenting almost absently, “You smell good.”
Warm palms rubbed and massaged the soft skin of Jordan’s bare back, trying to soothe the trembles he felt there. Their bodies fit together, the smaller man sliding like a puzzle piece into place. Viggo wondered about tomorrow for the first time, and his brain hissed warnings at him uselessly.
Taking a deep breath, Elijah pressed his lips just over Viggo’s heart and sighed softly, “Thank you.” He tilted his head back to look up at Viggo and smiled. “Very much.”
“Eat some more, little hitchhiker,” Viggo said, gently releasing him. “You may need the strength before the night is done.”
Elijah laughed-- a little low sound. “I hope so...” And he sat back down, proceeding to eat hungrily.
The laugh sent a shiver down to pool and ripple in Viggo’s guts. He sat down himself, trying to focus on his food and failing miserably. I nstead, he caught himself watching Jordan rather openly.
He did not need to look up to know he was being watched. It was a sensation Elijah was completely familiar with. But this time, instead of a vague dread, he felt a slow blooming warmth, finally asking softly, “See something you want?”
“Yes, I fear I rather do,” Viggo said with genuine feeling. “Do you mind?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, his smile lighting up his face. “Not in the slightest.” He put down his chopsticks. Standing, he finished his drink and wiped his hands and lips on a napkin. Then he strolled towards the bed, looking invitingly at Viggo over his shoulder. “Coming?”
“Not right after dinner,” Viggo laughed with a shake of his head. “I’m going to get a nice, warm shower and then I might be ready.” He closed the cartons, putting them away neatly and carefully in the bag. His right eye flashed a quick wink at Jordan, before he disappeared in the bathroom and the water started.
Elijah let Viggo have a long shower before stripping off his pants and opening the bathroom door quietly. As carefully as he could, he pushed open the shower curtain and climbed in behind Viggo. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Viggo’s waist and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
Water sloshed crazily, as Viggo tried not to fall over and kill them both. He steadied himself with one hand on the porcelain tiles and gasped, “Are you trying to kill us, Jordan!? You shouldn’t sneak up on an old man like that!” Any trace of anger or annoyance in his voice vanished by the third word, and he grinned over his shoulder.
Elijah’s grin was very cheeky as his hand started stroking down Viggo’s belly toward his cock. “No... Unless you’re speaking of the little death the French love so much...” A small set of fingers wrapped around Viggo’s shaft and stroked just a little.
“Not just the French,” Viggo murmured, his hips jerking into the touch. “What do you want to do to me?”
“I don’t know really... just wannna play I guess...” He smiled slightly and pressed a biting kiss to Viggo’s shoulder. “Touch you, learn you...”
“Shall I just stand here like this then?” Viggo asked, his amusement and want clear in his deep rumble.
“That is an idea... I want you to enjoy yourself too, so... feel free to move as you want to.” He placed another nipping bite to Viggo’s other shoulder. “You taste better than dinner.”
Viggo turned off the rapidly cooling spray and spun around to face Jordan with an effortless twist. His fingers tangled in mussed, damp hair, and he pulled his lover to him for a deep, tongue swirling kiss.
Elijah wrapped his arms and then legs around Viggo like a monkey, giggling into their kiss as two wet bodies rubbed against each other. The giggle soon became a happy moan as he deepened the kiss, rubbing their bodies together a little more.
The wall supported them as Viggo leaned against it to prevent sitting in the tub with a thump. He held Jordan to him tightly, his hands caressing the skin and muscle under them. Eventually, he parted their mouths with a wet sound and nuzzled Jordan’s nose. “Shall we get back to bed?”
“That’s the most brilliant idea I’ve heard in my entire life, did you know that?” He turned his head so he could breath the words directly into Viggo’s ear and then started licking and nibbling at Viggo’s neck.
“Of course it might help,” Viggo muttered around gasps, “if you stop short-circuiting my brain so I could get us there!”
“Sorry, now that is something I can’t do.” And as if to prove his point, Elijah bit lightly at the lobe of Viggo’s ear, sucking it into his mouth as he clung to the larger man.
Viggo reversed and banged Jordan, though not hard, into the side of the wall. He jerked his head away from the maddening mouth and neatly crushed their lips together in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hips pushed against Jordan’s, rubbing them together hungrily.
Elijah did not even feel the impact or the cool of the tiles against his skin. All he felt was Viggo-- his kiss, his body, his skin, every feeling seared itself into his body and mind, into his very soul.
A few moments of hard thrusting and the world attempted to spin away from Viggo. He clamped down on his control and pulled back, eyes pleading. “Please, Jordan, I don’t want to do this here. Just let up a moment. We’ll both get hurt if we do this here.”
Taking a deep breath in a desperate attempt to control himself, Elijah nodded, whispering, “Ok,” and buried his face in Viggo’s shoulder, the only thing he could do to keep himself from kissing Viggo again.
Half-staggering, Viggo managed to get them out into the bedroom. Still dripping, he dumped Jordan on the bed and then stared down at him. “You’re sinful.”
Stretching across the bed, his every movement an invitation, Elijah spread his legs and arms open in offering. “Come sin with me then.” And he reached out for Viggo with a small hand.
Viggo took the hand and smiled-- a little devilish twist of his lips. His right knee perched on the bed, as he leaned over to kiss and suck at each digit in turn. When he finished with the fingers, he turned to the palm and delicate wrist, lapping at the pulse point.
Elijah moaned deeply, reaching out with his other hand and cupping the back of Viggo’s head lightly. “If I’m sin... you’re the devil, Viggo.”
“That would not be the first time I have been called the devil,” Viggo admitted, easing his other knee up on the bed. His hands reached down to rest on either side of Jordan, holding his body up, tantalizingly close, but just out of contact.
Blue eyes narrowed at the teasing distance between them, and without warning, Elijah pushed his body up, legs and arms wrapping around Viggo, pressing them tightly together, letting his weight hang off Viggo’s body.
Viggo crashed on to the bed and Jordan, laughing breathlessly at them both. He buried his hands in soft, dark hair and kissed Jordan through the laugh. His body eased up a little, locking them into place.
When this kiss ended, Viggo could see the victorious smile being sent his direction. “Much better...” Elijah brought their lips together again, doing his best to drown them both in the desire that was flaring even stronger between them now than before.
“What do you want?” Viggo asked, breathing in short, shallow pants as his heart raced like a jackhammer in his chest. “Tell me, Jordan.”
“I want everything.” The confession was a ragged whisper against Viggo’s neck. “I want your lips on mine, I want your cock deep in my body and I don’t want it to ever end. I want your taste in my mouth and your scent in my nose... I want everything, Viggo.”
The seriousness in Jordan’s voice stopped Viggo for a moment. He studied the lovely face underneath his, wondering at what he saw there. Still, the plea could not go unanswered for long, so he kissed Jordan again, sweetly conveying his agreement.
Fingers tangling in Viggo’s hair, Elijah returned the kiss, keeping it sweet and tender, almost loving. Their next kiss was just as sweet at the start, but soon his need started to well up again, and he deepened it, fingers caressing down Viggo’s back.
Viggo rolled slightly off Jordan and scooted away from the perfect mouth to suck on a small, dark nipple. His fingers rolled the other between them, pinching and plumping and rubbing. His other hand reached down to stroke lightly at Jordan’s cock and balls.
Elijah moaned at the wonderful sensations. Viggo’s caresses were somehow perfect, but he did not want to stop the explorations he had started in the shower. So he reached out as well, small warm hands caressing down Viggo’s chest, one lingering at his nipples, stroking and rolling them while the other continued downwards.
Nerves sparking pulses of pure fire through his veins at the touches at his nipples, Viggo nearly bit deeply into a succulent bud. He lifted his head just in time, nearly biting off his tongue instead. “Crap,” he muttered, as pain added itself to the powerful sensations. The taste of blood mingled with the taste of Jordan on his injured tongue.
Elijah’s hands stilled and he looked at Viggo with concern. “Is everything all right, Viggo?” He was truly concerned at the sudden change in Viggo’s demeanor.
“I bit my tongue and made it bleed,” Viggo muttered a little grumpily. “Maybe I better not kiss you again...” He stroked Jordan’s cock again, squeezing sweetly and twisting a little at the very tip.
Elijah frowned slightly, pouting at Viggo, but he knew that blood was not something to be playing with. “Maybe... for now...” His hips pressed up into Viggo’s caresses, hands starting their movement, their own caresses again, now that he knew he had not caused Viggo’s pain.
His mouth now free from kissing, Viggo could not help but comment softly as they touched and caressed. “You are so lovely, Jordan. You do not belong out wandering the streets alone, lost and un-friended. The whole world should know of your beauty and treasure the light you bring. You’re so perfect when you arch into my hands... so lovely when you cry out... so sexy. I want you enough to make me ache.”
Elijah’s eyes widened at Viggo’s words, and it was everything he could do to keep from completely breaking the mood and breaking down crying. He wandered the roads because of exactly what Viggo thought he deserved.
“Did I say something wrong?” Viggo asked, his hands stilling instantly. He reached up to cup Jordan’s cheeks and rub under his eyes, seeing the sorrow there.
“No... Nothing really...” He sighed a little before looking at Viggo with a new light in his eyes. “I think you’re able to think a little too much... I’m going to have to do something about that.” And Elijah leaned down and latched onto one of Viggo’s nipples, sucking it.
“Oh fuck,” Viggo cried. His hands instantly caught Jordan’s head, urging him to continue. The rest of him began to thrust uselessly into Jordan’s thigh. Growling a little in frustration, Viggo rolled back up on Jordan to find better friction.
Elijah giggled against Viggo’s chest before he started sucking more powerfully, almost nursing at the small, but obviously sensitive bud of flesh. He rocked his hips with Viggo’s, working himself against Viggo even as his hand sneaked between their bodies to play with the nipple that was not in his mouth.
Everything overloaded as Jordan suckled at his nipple like a kitten. He snarled deep in his throat, eyes rolling back into his head. His thrusts turned hard and desperate, seeking the blind pleasure of release.
Loving the overwhelming response his actions were getting, Elijah continued to suck even more powerfully, tongue lapping and teeth scraping carefully, everything he could do to stimulate Viggo further.
The continued torture of his sensitive nipples drove Viggo over the edge. His hips snapped as powerfully as possible into Jordan over and over, until he froze on the last, cumming in long, hard, almost unendurable waves. The bed groaned angrily under the strain, even as his body protested the harsh angle of his back. Finally, everything ended with a smash, and he crushed Jordan on the bed.
Elijah realized this was bliss, as he wrapped his arms around Viggo. He was not sure why... no encounter he had ever had before, even ones with friends and long time lovers, had touched him like this. All he knew was this felt better, more right, than anything in the world. And he clung to that feeling as he stroked his hands up and down Viggo’s back soothingly.
Senses returned one by one in a leisurely, almost surreal fashion. Viggo first became aware of the scent of sex and musk, an intoxicating brew. Second, warmth and stickiness ebbed through his skin, as touch returned. Taste followed on its heels, offering the tang of blood, the salt of sweat and the unique flavor of his lover. When hearing ventured to journey his way, he detected the soft breathing of the one beneath him, the little sighs and breathy moans of his own. Finally, intelligence kicked in, and he murmured one word, “Jordan.”
Elijah’s hands did not still on Viggo’s back, but he pressed a soft kiss to Viggo’s shoulder before he answered, “Yes, lover mine?”
Without replying, Viggo found the curve of Jordan’s neck to bury his face in. He shut his eyes for a few moments, allowing his body a bit of respite.
Sensing Viggo’s need to collect himself, Elijah simply kept his hands stroking soothingly, pressing soft kisses to the top of Viggo’s head. He ignored his own un-sated arousal, knowing they would get around to it. Besides, this felt too wonderful to stop, even for an orgasm.
The lethargy in his limbs faded, and Viggo felt the pulse of Jordan’s need between them. Without a word, he reached for the hand lotion bottle and a condom. Settling back on his haunches, he reached down to pull it over the weeping erection. Smiling slightly, he coated lotion everywhere, working fast to not let Jordan climax too soon. His own muscles still lax from their recent experience, he positioned himself carefully. A deep breath, two, and he pierced his barrier with a shocking jolt of pain, but did not stop until he settled all the way.
It had taken Elijah a moment to work out what Viggo intended, and after that, shock kept him immobile long enough for Viggo to push himself down on Elijah’s cock. His eyes crossed at the delightful feeling of being buried deeply inside Viggo’s body. Warm tightness surrounded him, seeming to be trying to suck out his soul along with his climax. “Ohhhh, fuck me!!”
“Hard from this position,” Viggo said with a short breath of laughter. He moved up a little and then back down, letting his body get used to the feeling. “Gods, you’re huge.”
Elijah let out a breathless laugh that became a deep moan. “Not half as big as you...” His hand reached out, landing on Viggo’s hips, stroking there for a moment before he slid them up higher, caressing Viggo’s sides, eyes on Viggo’s nipples, wondering if he could get Viggo that aroused again.
“Don’t,” Viggo warned with a little shake of his head. He caught the roaming hands and kissed them both gently. His muscles flexed, pushing himself up and down in a lazy, forceful movement. “Please, just let me do this.”
Elijah cupped Viggo’s face and tugged him down lightly, brushing soft kisses over Viggo’s face. “Don’t what?” he asked innocently, a rather strange expression for the man whose cock was buried deep in Viggo’s ass.
“Please,” Viggo said, looking down at Jordan with quiet eyes. His head bowed forward as he managed to slip Jordan even farther into his body and strike the small gland inside. “Please.”
Elijah growled a little, hips pressing upwards with a sudden jerk, his cock bumping against Viggo’s prostate with more force. “Please what??” The question was panted, as his hips fell back to the bed, only to jerk upwards again, the pleasure too much to keep still.
His lover’s movements doubled the pain and pleasure inside his body. Viggo drove down harder, clenching more with each slide. Sweat coated his body, running down like tears over his tanned flesh. Real tears sparked in his eyes, spilling relentlessly over his cheeks.
Elijah reached up to wipe the tears away, looking at Viggo, concern and pleasure written across his face in equal measure. “What’s wrong, baby?” He caressed Viggo’s cheek, not aware of the endearment he’d used. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
The word did not escape Viggo, but he let it pass, too busy moving and trying to give pleasure. “Its... so much... been a long time... forgot its so fucking much...” His teeth bared in a helpless snarl as each movement brought greater feelings.
Elijah’s lips formed an ‘O’ of understanding, and he nodded, after a long period of abstinence it was overwhelming, even without the remarkable heat between them. Controlling himself as much as he could with the lava of pleasure heating his blood and destroying his mind, Elijah’s fingers wrapped rather lovingly around the flesh at the apex of Viggo’s thighs, stroking and caressing, trying to give Viggo the same pleasure he was being given.
A sob of escaped breath made Viggo bite down on his tongue again. The stroking confused his already overwhelmed system, sending pleasure signals and blood in all directions. Some leaked out between his teeth again, as he bit down harder in concentration. Some headed south, trying valiantly to respond to the caresses. Most swirled in a frustrated whirlpool. But Viggo never stopped moving, his body on auto-drive and working for all it was worth.
Elijah frowned at the blood trickling from Viggo’s mouth and with all the strength in his body he flipped them over, stilling Viggo under him and looking deep into his eyes. “You’re hurting yourself. I don’t want you to hurt yourself... Viggo.” Leaning over Viggo, he pressed very soft kisses to Viggo’s face. He was not sure exactly what was going on, but he knew he did not want Viggo hurting, at all.
Viggo eyes fluttered open and looked at Jordan in slight confusion. “I’m all right.” He nuzzled a soft cheek and resisted the urge to lick gently, despite his wounded tongue. “Just a bit out of practice. Don’t stop”
“You didn’t stretch yourself at all, did you?” Elijah shook his head and pulled out of Viggo carefully. “Hush love... I’m not stopping, just making sure this is as pleasurable for you as for me...” Elijah coated his fingers with the hand lotion and very carefully caressed Viggo’s cock in one hand, checking to make sure that Viggo had not damaged himself in haste. When he was sure Viggo was intact, he carefully slid a finger into Viggo’s body, searching out Viggo’s prostate to caress.
The growl that tore out of Viggo’s throat did not speak of happiness when Jordan left his body. He shut his eyes, swallowing hard and trying not to react with the frustration he felt at the moment. Jordan cared about his pleasure, wanted to make sure this felt good for them both. Still, he made a choice when he impaled himself before, knowing about the pain. His teeth ground together slightly, and he rasped, “Jordan... don’t... just... finish.”
“Viggo... please... I... I can’t while it’s hurting you, I can’t.” He looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes trying to show Viggo how important that was. He could not find pleasure when he knew Viggo was in pain. He sped his fingers up a little, stretching Viggo.
“I don’t mind the pain,” Viggo said in a dark voice, his eyes nearly lost in black. “Its... part of this, too... all of it... part of life...” His cock finally hardened under the constant touches.
Elijah’s hands did not stop moving as he took in Viggo’s words. He let them work through his mind several times as he finished stretching Viggo. Stripping off and replacing the condom, Elijah positioned himself before carefully sliding into Viggo’s body, staring deep into Viggo’s eyes, watching his expression like a hawk.
When Jordan slid back in, Viggo arched up to meet him. His right hand wrapped up around Jordan’s head, pulling him down a little. “There... perfect... and no pain, even.”
Elijah moaned deeply, now that his worry for Viggo was gone his own desire flooded over him, burning as brightly as the sun, but a liquid sun. He started thrusting slowly, but it did not last, and soon, he pounded into Viggo’s body with all his strength.
Viggo met him thrust for thrust, wanting to see the pleasure overwhelm Jordan as surely as it overwhelmed him. Viggo did what he did best, focused all his passion on one task, one person, one end result.
Elijah knew that he could not last much longer. Normally, he was as concerned with his partner’s pleasure as his own, but now, all he could think about was the heat blooming inside him ever faster, from deep in his belly outward. He came with a scream, throwing his hips forward and burying himself as deeply as he could in Viggo’s body.
Barely noticing his own simultaneous release, Viggo held Jordan to him through his orgasm, begging him for everything, all of it. His impatience and darkness melted away during the end, bringing back the gentle look in his eyes and expression. “All right?” he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper.
Tucking his head up under Viggo’s chin, Elijah panted for several long minutes before he murmured something that sounded vaguely affirmative.
“I’m sorry for hurting myself,” Viggo murmured, hands caressing the sweaty slope of Jordan’s back. “Thank you for caring.”
“‘Elcome...” The word was muffled against Viggo’s neck, but it was clear what Elijah meant. “Thank you for... wow.”
“How about a bath?” Viggo asked, thinking of the sweat and cum now coating them both. His voice changed, becoming appealing and even pleading. “I can hold you in my arms, against my chest, as we wash off in warm water.”
“Sounds very good... but... one problem... no legs!” Elijah sounded much younger than before.
Viggo rolled them over slowly and slid himself off Jordan with a last gasp. He kissed a curved neck and then parted to go fill the bath. In a moment, the sound of water could be heard, along with Viggo singing softly in Spanish.
Elijah removed the used condom, throwing it into the bin as he stood up unsteadily, staggering across the room to the bathroom. “What are you singing?”
“Guantanamera,” Viggo said, testing the water with his fingers and still humming softly. “An old song sung by Pete Seager and written by Jose Marti.”
“What does it mean?” Elijah leaned against the wall as still shaky legs threatened give out, watching Viggo as the tub filled.
“I cultivate a rose in June and in January. For the sincere friend who gives me his hand and for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live. I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles... I cultivate a white rose.” Viggo turned off the tap and looked over his shoulder at Jordan, before standing and sliding into the water.
Elijah made his way across the room and slid into the water and Viggo’s arms with a sigh of pleasure. “You have a good voice.”
A warm, welcoming kiss greeted Jordan, as Viggo tilted his head to find his mouth. “I sometimes record songs and strange noises when I am in the mood.”
“Really? What kind of strange noises?” Elijah looked at Viggo curiously.
“Whatever I feel like,” Viggo said, his hands settling naturally on Jordan’s abdomen and thigh. “Sometimes, I bang on instruments just to see what they sound like or skew musical notes until they grate the ears. There is no pattern to my madness.”
Elijah chuckled softly. “Kinda sounds like fun...” He gave a little sigh of pleasure at the feel of Viggo’s hands on him.
“It is fun, even though it drives a lot of people nuts when I waste an entire day recroding horrid noise.” He kissed the curve of Jordan’s neck, breathing in deeply. The words on his tongue found themselves swallowed, as he simply basked in holding his lover.
Elijah closed his eyes, laying his head against Viggo’s shoulder, marveling at how well they fit together. He did not want to move, or even talk, he just wanted to soak in the wonderful feeling. Being around Viggo was unlike being around any one else, ever. He was able to be himself, just be Elijah. Normally when he was ‘being Elijah,’ he felt completely uncomfortable. He loved acting, adored it, but it came at a price, a price that had upped incredibly with the release of Fellowship of the Rings. A price that he loathed paying almost as much as he loved acting. Being Jordan was normally much simpler. He was a part as much as ‘Elijah’ was, but he was a simple part. However, around Viggo he didn’t seem to be either. And it was wonderful. He felt fully relaxed for the first time he could remember. He intended to enjoy it for as long as he could.
The soap attempted to leap for freedom, but Viggo corralled it against the side of the tub and lifted it to Jordan’s chest. He lazily lathered the skin there, before washing it off with warm water. His efforts inched slowly up to include two perfect nipples, a collarbone and then a pale throat. “Turn around.”
Elijah carefully rolled over in Viggo’s arms, pressing them together chest to knees, smiling at Viggo slightly. “Do you normally bathe your hitchhikers so carefully?” His tone was light and joking.
“Do your encounters often go like this?” he asked, though with seriousness.
“Never. This is a true first.”
“How is this different?” Viggo asked gently, not pushing if Jordan did not want to tell him.
Elijah wondered how to explain before finally saying softly, “It’s real.”
“Yes, I feel that as well,” Viggo said, kissing Jordan ever so softly. He washed Jordan’s back with his soapy hands, pulling him closer with each rub.
Elijah pressed against Viggo, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Viggo’s, wondering if he should tell him everything, explain it all. But he was afraid-- what if knowing changed things? What if he lost these feelings sooner than he had to?
Their lips met again, as Viggo tilted his head forward. His tongue swept into a warm mouth and rubbed carefully along its mate. Hands tightening even more, Viggo slid his head to the right to deepen the kiss.
Retuning the kiss, Elijah did not turn away from the faintly copperish taste of Viggo’s blood, letting their tongues play together softly for long moments.
Viggo slid back into the water, pulling Jordan with him. Their mouths remained locked, unwilling to part even for the breath both needed. A hint of more than lust, more than want, more than need crept into Viggo’s kiss.
Elijah purred as the warm water embraced them, caressing his skin as they kissed. He was not sure what his lover was trying to tell him with his kiss, he just knew that he himself was putting all the intense emotions and pleasure he was felt because of Viggo into the kiss.
Viggo settled them comfortably against each other, his own back resting against the tub. His eyes settled shut in tired contentment, and he stifled a large yawn. Only his hands remained active, mapping and memorizing the smooth skin of his lover, in case they never got another chance.
Elijah relaxed against Viggo for a long time, until feeling a little guilty, he sat up, straddling Viggo’s body carefully as he found the soap and started forming lather on Viggo’s chest.
Sighing in deep pleasure, Viggo pressed a little into the hands touching him. His drowsy eyes opened and focused a little blearily on Jordan. “Better hurry,” he murmured, interrupted by a yawn, “before I decide to go to sleep right here.”
Elijah did speed up his washing, although regretfully. When finished he stood slowly, getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist before holding one, waiting to do the same for Viggo. “Lover?”
With a burst of energy, Viggo stood up in the bath. He toed out the stopper, watching the water trickle down the drain, while it also dripped off his body. His long hair shook back over one shoulder with a flick of his neck and a small spray of water splattered on the tiles. He reached out for the towel, pulling Jordan up for a kiss instead.
Elijah moaned, pressing himself against Viggo and returning the kiss, his tongue slipping into Viggo’s mouth to gather his taste. When they had to end the kiss to breath, he stepped back slightly, wrapping the towel around Viggo and taking his hand. “Bed?”
“After I get dry this time,” Viggo laughed, running the towel over his body efficiently. He finished with his head, rubbing so vigorously his hair ending up spiking at extreme angles when he threw the towel on the ground. “Perfect.”
Elijah laughed, moving out of the bathroom. Using his long experience in hotels off all types, he managed to get some clean sheets delivered and stripped the bed. “We made a lot of mess you know.”
Naked, Viggo grabbed the other end of the sheet and assisted Jordan in remaking the bed. “I think I may have noticed somewhere along the way.”
“Viggo, if you don’t put that thing away we’re going to get into more mess...” Elijah disappeared back into the bathroom the moment they where done, coming out some minutes later.
Viggo already lay under the covers, stretched comfortably on the left side of the bed. “I usually sleep on the left. Do you like the right?”
“I don’t mind... you’re likely to have me roll over you several times, regardless.” Elijah slid into the bed beside him, snuggling into Viggo’s side and laying his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder.
“Roll over me or on me?” Viggo asked, his voice gently teasing. He lifted Jordan’s face to his for a sweet, slow kiss that spread low heat everywhere. “I do not mind in either case.”
Their kiss was spearmint flavored as Elijah had brushed his teeth. “Both, Vig... I might even roll over you and onto the floor; it’s been known to happen.”
Laughing softly, Viggo fluffed the hair of his bed partner. “I shall just pick you up and hold you tightly so you cannot do it again.” He reached over and turned off the bedside light. The room plunged into darkness. “Goodnight, Jordan.”
“Goodnight, Viggo.” Elijah let out one long sigh as he relaxed against Viggo, letting his tiredness push his thoughts away until tomorrow and just enjoy the moment.
For several hours, Viggo stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, holding his lover gently with one arm. He considered tomorrow and all the possibilities it might bring. His rational side warred with his quietly stronger passionate side and eventually acquiesced. Yes, he might be setting himself up to be hurt, but in all truth, that time already passed. He must at least make the effort, offer what he could to Jordan. Resolved, he smiled and kissed an unruly mop of black hair, before slipping into contented sleep.
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