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NEW: Hitchhiker 5/10 (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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“I like all different kinds of music.” Elijah shrugged and let himself listen to Viggo’s singing with no further comment, enjoying the man’s very pleasant voice.
“Folk songs?” Viggo asked. “Bluegrass? Classical? Show tunes?”
“And more. I have yet to meet a genre that I couldn’t find something I liked in it.”
“Rap?” Viggo asked, his tone flatly dubious. “Heavy metal?”
“A little bit of everything, Vig... even punk. What about you?”
“I guess I can stand anything but popular teeny stuff and rap. Those make me break into a full-body rash. Especially some of the more annoying young girl singers and boy bands. If you put one of those on, I’m tossing you out no matter who you are.”
Elijah’s laughter filled the car with peal after peal of amusement.
Viggo shook his head and muttered darkly, “You think I don’t mean that.”
Elijah just kept laughing.
“Isn’t there any music that makes you feel the same way?” Viggo demanded, his mouth wanting to form a ridiculous pout that he refused to acknowledge.
“There are some songs that are reason to kill for I believe... but I don’t dislike genres... I look for something good in each one.”
“Now that’s a practice I can appreciate... even if I fail to find anything that resembles quality in rap... my apologies to the artists who like to yell ‘bitch’ and ‘ho’ and ‘motherfuckingbastardwhore’ as one big word.”
Elijah could not help himself as he dissolved into giggles again.
Viggo laughed with him this time, his eyes alive and dancing. “I guess that’s a bit of a generalization. There must be one artist who tried to make his music worth something more than shock value.”
“There are a few... I think they all count on the shock value, but some of them have a good message that they are trying to shock people with.”
“Hmmm,” Viggo said doubtfully, though he looked thoughtful. “Maybe you can play one of those for me after awhile... but not until I can safely flee if necessary.”
“I’ll let you have the remote so you can turn it off at any time, ok love?” Elijah’s tone was highly amused.
“Uh... remote?” Viggo asked. “What kind of stereo system do you think I have?”
“The best one I can order you on the internet?” Elijah smirked at Viggo.
“I refuse,” Viggo said with a firm tone. “My ranch shall not be tainted by technology.”
“Yes, dear.” Elijah made his tone as sweet and obedient as he could.
Viggo shuddered and tried not to look distressed. “Ok, did you make that scary on purpose?”
“No, dear,” Elijah said in exactly the same tone.
Viggo gritted his teeth and turned the volume up on the CD. He focused on his driving, not on the maddening person in the passenger seat.
Elijah’s laugh was warm and husky, and he reached across the seat, twining his fingers with Viggo’s on the wheel.
“Tell me how you make me feel guilty without actually doing anything. That’s a very useful trick.”
“What are you talking about? Feel guilty? I don’t want you to feel guilty about me.”
“About the stereo system,” Viggo said. “I’m not very up to date, especially on the ranch. I have a computer, but everything else is in the rustic vein. I wouldn’t even have the computer, but I admit the internet is too useful to do without. I order a lot of art supplies and oddities off of it, mostly. Sometimes, I check out what other artists are up to as well.”
“Do you have a site on the web?”
“No, nobody cares what my life is like... and for good reason!”
“I want to know what your life is like.” Elijah wanted to know everything there was to know about Viggo.
“I get up early or late, depending on my mood and often spend hours staring at blank canvas, waiting for inspiration. When it comes, I spend the next hours doing odd things like throwing paint at the canvas from a long distance. Other times, I add other elements that touch my fancy.” Viggo grinned, remembering the time Henry came home and discovered all his Lincoln Logs on his father’s latest artwork. “Or I sit all day outside and write poetry or sketch the landscape. My life does not have a set routine, really, but it’s definitely a quiet existence.”
“Sounds... much more peaceful than my life to be honest.” Elijah smiled and leaned across the car to kiss the corner of Viggo’s mouth again. He felt amazed at how much he wanted to touch Viggo, but it was so pleasant to do so he did not try and hold back.
Blue eyes slid over to gaze at the bespectacled young man beside him. “How did you get to be in the movies? I have heard vague rumblings that it’s a killer business to break into.”
“Ahhh, the question of all questions... My mother wanted me to work off some energy...”
“That’s not an answer, but we’ll let it pass,” Viggo said, taking a left and heading down a back country route toward his ranch. “But I do understand about the energy. I’m lucky in that regard. My son is a rather staid teenager, not really much for the hellion tricks I was always pulling.”
“I don’t mind talk...” Elijah stopped short when his brain processed what Viggo just said. “You have a teenage son?”
“He’s fourteen,” Viggo said with a little nod. “The best thing that ever happened in my life.”
“Fourteen?” Elijah did some mental math, before asking, “Um, Vig, just how old are you?”
“I’m forty-two, Elijah,” Viggo said with an easy smile. “Old enough to be your father.”
Elijah gaped at Viggo for several long moments before muttering, “You don’t look it.”
“Thank you. I’ve been lucky that way. Makes me a little less appealing as a permanent partner, doesn’t it?” Viggo did not sound annoyed or upset, merely accepting of his age.
“Less appealing? No, not at all. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t surprise me, Viggo. I’ve been in the acting business for... as long as your son has been alive, Viggo. I ’ve always been around and gotten along with people older than myself. We seem to understand each other much better.”
“That doesn’t mean you want to be in a relationship with one.” Viggo slowed down and then stopped to let a box turtle make his way across the road.
“Means I’m more likely to than with some teeny bopper that wants to date a” -he faked a gasp- “movie star!!” and then swooned dramatically.
This display earned him a chuckle from Viggo, who reached out and removed Elijah’s glasses.
Elijah reached out, trying to grab Viggo’s hand before it disappeared into the blur. “Hey hey! I need those!!”
Viggo kept them teasingly out of the younger man’s reach and studied his face with quiet attention. “Yeah, I guess I can understand the swooning impulse.” He watched Elijah flail for a few more minutes, before wrapping his free hand around the back of his head and pulling him forward for a sweet, lingering kiss.
Elijah melted into the kiss happily, their lips and tongue getting reacquainted with slow and tender passion. “I would be quite happy to never stop doing that, you know.”
“Never?” Viggo rubbed the side of Elijah’s cheek with his thumb, before tucking his glasses back on his nose. “I don’t think even the turtle is going to take that long to cross the road.”
“We could pretend we didn’t see it finishing...” He leaned in to capture Viggo’s lips for another kiss.
The door creaked a little, as Viggo leaned back against it and accepted the kiss. His hands sought out the familiar curve of Elijah’s ass and settled there tightly. “You’re not good at helping me keep my resolve.”
Elijah grinned and pressed his ass into Viggo’s hands happily. “Good. I don’t want you to... cause it’s not needed.”
“You say that so easily, but you don’t really know.” He hugged Elijah for a moment and then sat them both back up. “Ah, our little friend made it to the other side. Time to move on.”
Elijah shook his head and caught Viggo’s lips for a long kiss full of loving passion. “You’d be surprised what I know, Viggo.”
“What would that be?” Viggo asked, now looking at Elijah with startled eyes.
“What do I know that would surprise you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side. “That I am not going to give you up.”
“How are you sure you have me to give up?” Viggo asked, eyes flickering at the surety in Elijah’s gaze.
“Try it this way, Vig, I’m not going to give up until I’m sure I have you.” And he kissed Viggo’s chin softly.
“God.” Viggo scooped him back up to kiss firmly. “We’re both going to mess everything up for this, aren’t we?”
Elijah purred at Viggo. “Why does it have to be messing things up to be together, Viggo? Why can’t it be making everything right?”
“Because it’s never that simple or easy, even when it should be. You have to mess everything up and ground it all into paste and then eat it before it ever comes out right. And I wonder if I’m capable of doing that again.”
Elijah’s words were softly spoken as he looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes. “I believe we have something that could become even more... be truly amazing.”
“You’ve known me all of one day,” Viggo argued softly. “I picked you up off the street, and we fucked like bunnies.”
“You’re different... this is different. I’ve fucked someone before, Viggo, it’s never felt like last night felt. I was- I was me! After that first time... I wasn’t hiding behind Jordan, I could just be me.” He looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes asking softly, “Do you know how amazing that is for me?”
“No, but I can see it in your eyes.” He combed his hand through his hair with a slight sigh. “Maybe we should talk about this when we’re not sitting in the middle of a highway. I t may be quiet, but this is not a safe place.”
“Ok, lover.” Elijah gave Viggo a small smile before kissing Viggo’s chin again and moving back against his door, watching Viggo. “How much further is it to the ranch?”
“Several hours.” Viggo pulled out at a good speed, now in a rush to get home. A thousand conflicting thoughts and feelings cascaded through his mind as he drove.
Elijah nodded and curled up on the seat next to Viggo, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder as he watched the countryside pass, quite happy to let the silence linger as long as Viggo needed.
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” Viggo asked after awhile, his hand falling naturally on Elijah’s left knee.
“Serious? Yes, once, but it didn’t last long...” He sighed softly, resting a little more comfortably against Viggo’s arm.
“Tell me?” Viggo turned his head to kiss Elijah’s brow.
“Josh and I were on set together and were sure we could combine work and passion. We- we couldn’t. We ended up able to walk away as friends, but it was touch and go for a while. We still have moments where we- we are strange around each other. There is still passion between us that can flare at the worst possible moments.”
Viggo subdued a moment’s jealousy over the idea that Elijah felt passion for another. “Exene and I also divorced on the best terms possible. We were both the products of broken homes and determined not to let Henry feel the strain of our parting. He is in my full custody, but he visits his mother often.”
“Exene? That’s an interesting name...” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s shoulder as he wondered why it was ever so slightly familiar.
“She’s a punk rocker. Not widely known, but had a few hits... I think.” He laughed a little at himself. “My total inability to understand her music was always a problem.”
Elijah’s grin became huge, and he laughed softly. “Your ex-wife is a punk rocker??”
“Yep.” Viggo enjoyed the amusement as much as Elijah did. His own mother nearly laughed herself sick when she found about their marriage.
“I... I wouldn’t have picked that...” He laughed softly, kissing Viggo’s shoulder again.
“Love has nothing to do with making sense,” Viggo reminded him, amused by the way he kissed his shoulder. “It’s not like you were thinking I might be the ideal man for you when I stopped yesterday.”
The truck hummed along pleasantly now, its tires speeding over the back roads. The scenery became distinctly more lonely and unpopulated. A few houses stood in the far distance.
“I wonder if anyone would notice if I stopped right here and made love to you in the truck bed?” Viggo’s voice teased gently, his smile warm.
Elijah grinned, pressing another kiss to Viggo’s shoulder. “I don’t know... want to try it and find out?” Turning his body towards Viggo a little more, Elijah stroked his hand down Viggo’s arm and onto his thigh, holding it there and kneading the strong muscle softly. Viggo’s leg was warm under his hand, and Elijah purred softly at the strength there.
The muscles twitched and jumped under Elijah’s touch, and Viggo’s smile turned into a slight growl of arousal and irritation. “Yes, I think I would... but I won’t.” He removed one hand from the wheel and wrapped it around Elijah’s, twining with the smaller fingers. “You’re going to be tough to handle.”
“Not really, lover... I’ll just demand your touch and constant attention and lots and lots of amazing love making... I’m easy to please... all I crave seems to be all of you.” He smiled as he curved his fingers around Viggo’s, nuzzling his neck for a moment. “You are so warm.” He sighed and snuggled closer, speaking into Viggo’s ear in a whisper, “I’ve never made love outside... always wanted to though.”
“Elijah,” Viggo growled warningly, his jaw clenched against the younger man’s persistence. “I’m going to kill us both in a moment, if you don’t stop.” Still, his hand pressed Elijah’s with strength and a quick caress of fingers.
“I don’t want to die.” Elijah sighed softly, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder and closing his eyes, humming softly along with the music, intent on giving Viggo a breather so his lover could get control of himself. “I didn’t know it was so hard to keep one’s hands off me.”
“Oh really,” Viggo commented dryly. He lifted his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel with a little snort. He kept his eyes forward deliberately, singing in his odd way and watching the road go by. He let the silence build, determined not to let his desires get the better of him. Instead, he thought about his art in the back of the truck, considering what finisher to use on the particularly odd one.
Elijah draped his arm around Viggo’s middle, stroking his side quite absently as he watched the road, very happy with the company and relaxed. “You’re the one that said it, Viggo... you surprised me.”
Viggo sighed a little at the soft words and let his arm fall back over Elijah’s shoulders in a friendly gesture. “Nobody ever told you, you were beautiful?” he said with extreme doubt in his voice.
“Beautiful? Not really, no... Amazing eyes... yadda yadda... but mostly kinda... nerdy and or geeky looking. And I’ve never had someone tell me they weree having problems keeping their hands off me... not the way you just did.” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s neck softly. “I kinda liked hearing it.”
“My hands remember the softness of your skin beneath them. My ears remember the sounds you make when I touch you. My eyes picture your face when you feel pleasure. How can I not want to touch you?” The nape of Elijah’s neck received the barest of massages from Viggo’s distracted fingers. He tickled the strands of hair there, thinking of how perfect Elijah would look with long hair. His mouth pulled up the corners of his mouth, as he added on soft, brown locks to Elijah’s head in his mind.
“I don’t remember anyone finding those things so amazing that they thought me beautiful.” He pressed against the hand stroking through his hair and sighed. “I love how you touch me... makes me feel so... precious, if I can use that word.” He smiled a little wondering if Viggo got the reference.
Viggo chuckled a little and shook his head. “I see no reason for you not to use that word, if it suits you.” He tugged a little at Elijah’s hair. “Have you even worn your hair long? I think it would make you look even sexier.”
“Let’s just say the word will always have echoes of Andy and Gollum. Filming with Andy is... well, something that I’ll not forget, but I don’t know if I want to associate with you. And no... the longest I think I’ve had my hair was Frodo...” Elijah could not help but kiss Viggo’s shoulder again.
“Andy?” Viggo said curiously, sparing a moment to glance at Elijah. He laughed a little at the repeated kisses to his neck and shoulders. “I keep expecting you to bite me and get it over with.”
“Andy was the voice behind Gollum... Gollum was a computer generated character, but Andy was his voice and inspiration. However, working with him was a rather... strange experience at times.” He giggled a little and nibbled softly at Viggo’s shoulder. “You think I’m a vampire?”
“I think you are hungry for me,” Viggo said without any ego. “I’m rather shocked you have managed to hold out this long without jumping me.” He winked a little at Elijah in the rear view mirror, never taking his eyes off the road.
Elijah laughed, shaking his head and nuzzling it into Viggo’s neck, whispering against the skin, “I’m being good... proving to you that I don’t only want you for your body.” He giggled and bit softly at the skin of Viggo’s neck, licking up to the point of Viggo’s chin. “If I’m disappointing you, I’ll happily stop controlling myself.”
“How is sucking at my skin and kissing everything you can reach proving you don’t want me for my body?” Viggo asked with deep amusement. “What else do you want me for, anyway?”
“I said not ONLY! Not that I don’t want your body, cause I do, you know... a lot, but that’s not all I want you for... I could stop if you’d like me to? I could stop touching you and kissing you. I could move away so we’re not in contact down one side of our bodies.” He looked sad at the idea. “If that’s what you want.” Only then did he answer Viggo’s other question. “Cause of the way you make me feel.”
“It’s not what I want,” Viggo assured him softly, his hand resting lightly on Elijah’s nape. “Be easy, Elijah. I’m not being critical of you. I wouldn’t do that. I like having you near me.” His neck turned quickly to allow his mouth to press a kiss to the side of Elijah’s head. “I like that I make you feel special.”
“You do you know... I- I so didn’t expect to feel anything but... away-ness. The relief of not having to be ‘Elijah fucking Frodo Wood’ for a few days... but you have gifted me with so much more... they aren’t even in the same category.” Elijah relaxed completely against his new lover and sighed happily. “I wish I knew the words to tell you how much you have affected me already.”
“You don’t need the words, Elijah,” Viggo murmured. “I think you’re doing well enough without them.”
“Words... sometimes that are too easy... they become... the reason not the... the explanation.” He sighed. “Does that make sense?”
“I like dealing in words, but I also understand silence and action,” Viggo said. He steered carefully around a large puddle. “There’s a small town ahead of us. Do you want to stop to grab a little food for a picnic lunch further up the road?”
“Sounds like a plan, Vig... um... is the town the closest one to your place? Cause if it is, I need to do some shopping...”
“Shopping?” Viggo asked with a tinge of amusement. “This town barely has a tiny general store. What do you need?”
“Well... um for starters, I need some more clothes... yours aren’t gonna fit me... and I have what I’m wearing and what I wore yesterday... and um... well, I should fill your cupboards. I eat a lot.”
The air filled with Viggo’s amused laughter. “We’ll have to worry about getting you clothes tomorrow. I think Henry’s will fit you, anyway. He’s about your height. As for food, well, I hope I have enough for tonight.”
“You want me to wear your son’s clothes? You know what I want to do to you... and you still want me to wear your child’s clothing??”
Viggo’s laugh nearly rattled the car doors and he shook from head to toe. “You have a very interesting perspective on things.”
“Are you seriously telling me you don’t see theweird factor in that? Would you even be able to like... put your hands down your son’s pants to grab my ass?”
“As long as my son wasn’t in them, I wouldn’t really notice,” Viggo said, chuckling even more madly now. He finally calmed down a little, still snorting a few laughs.
Elijah shook his head, looking at Viggo in disbelief. “You are the strangest man sometimes, Viggo.” Elijah thought for a moment before asking, “Um, Vig, what’s your full name?”
“Viggo Peter Mortensen Jr.” he said in a very official tone and then grinned again.
“Well, Viggo Peter Mortensen Jr., it’s very nice to meet you.” And he leaned over and caught Viggo’s lips for a long sweet kiss.
Surprised, Viggo held on to Elijah with one arm and steered frantically with the other. “Elijah,” he gasped, pushing him off, “let me stop before you do that.”
Elijah’s laugh was soft and husky. “Ok, baby... then I think you should stop, because I want to do that again.”
Viggo pulled the truck off beside a large field and stopped. He undid his seat belt and turned to face Elijah. “Hello.”
Elijah almost crawled into Viggo’s lap and into Viggo’s mouth, exploring it as he pressed their bodies together wantonly, rubbing against Viggo as his tongue explored Viggo’s mouth.
Viggo rubbed his hands through Elijah’s hair and down his back to cup his ass gently. “You’re lovely, my Elijah.”
Elijah smiled at the possessive ‘my,’ pressing against Viggo and kissing him again, lips and tongue searching out Viggo’s taste and feel happily.
They shifted around on the seat until Viggo could rest his back comfortably against the door and support Elijah’s weight. “What do you think we’re going to do now?” he asked, chuckling.
“There is a something else we need to do? I think this is just perfect...” And Elijah went back to kissing Viggo, getting lost in the act.
Viggo finally gave in and enjoyed the sensation of necking in his truck. He slid his hands under Elijah’s shirt and mapped the wealth of bare skin on his back and sides. His busy tongue pushed Elijah’s away and thrust into his mouth for a few tastes of the sweetness there.
Elijah’s hands also found their way up and under Viggo’s clothes to splay across Viggo’s chest, to stroke and tug lightly, to caress and pinch carefully at Viggo’s nipples as he sucked Viggo’s tongue into his mouth and nursed at it for several long moments.
A hiss escaped Viggo, and he jerked back from the hands under his shirt. “I’m not taking you in this truck.... so leave the nipples alone.”
Elijah let his fingers play over Viggo’s nipples for a few more moments, before pulling them down and away, looking both pleased and disappointed. “If- if you really don’t want to... maybe... you should start driving again before I maul you?”
“You want me to that much?” Viggo asked, knowing he might regret the words.
“Yes, Vig... I want you very much... so please help me here?” He gave Viggo a little pleading look. “You drive, and I’ll control myself, cause I don’t want to get us into an accident.”
Viggo pushed Elijah back, off his lap and then down on the seat. “Stay still.” He unzipped Elijah’s fly and yanked down his pants and boxers. “Very still.” Thus saying, he leaned forward to suck him carefully.
Elijah’s gasp was a sound of pure shock. This was the last thing he had expected Viggo to do and for a moment he could not feel Viggo’s touch, only his surprise. A moment later, the intense pleasure crashed over him and suddenly that was all he could feel. It took him long moments to get his control back, but when he did, he looked down at Viggo and moaned, “Vig? I- ohhh... fuck... Vig??”
Viggo never glanced up from his work, using his long tongue to wrap around and tug and lick at Elijah’s cock. His hands held Elijah down, so he could work unencumbered.
Elijah’s hands gripped so hard at the seat he was sure they would have his hand print for the rest of time, his heels where digging into the padding of the seat. He chanted Viggo’s name over and over as he tried to thrust up into Viggo’s mouth.
“Easy,” Viggo rumbled, or would have if he could talk. Instead, he began to suck on Elijah like a man with a sweet lollipop. The tendons on his neck stood out from the force of his sucking mouth.
Elijah knew with sudden and almost shattering certainty that he was not going to last long under this intense and overwhelming sensations. His mouth was open and babbling curses and other sounds as he tried to warn Viggo that he could not keep his control much longer.
The more excited Elijah got, the more Viggo sucked and licked and tormented and tried to help him climax as explosively as possible.
Elijah came with a cry that could have been pain, his body arching up towards Viggo, white dots dancing behind his eyes as endless spikes of pleasure swamped him from the inside outward. His seed spurted into Viggo’s mouth powerfully as Elijah thrust his hips up, breaking Viggo’s hold on him with the strength of his pleasure, calling out to Viggo before slumping back onto the seat, panting.
Viggo swallowed with a hint of worry and then a little shrug internally. He licked his lips and sat up to regard Elijah with amused eyes. “All better now?”
“You... You...” Elijah closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before trying again. “Evil tongue!”
Viggo flicked his tongue out lazily, the length amazing. “You didn’t like my tongue?”
Elijah fisted his hand in Viggo’s shirt and dragged him closer, catching his mouth for a long hard kiss. His free hand wrapped around Viggo and held him tightly.
Viggo let himself be kissed for a few moments and then broke the embrace gently. “We better keep going. I don’t want to get home too late.”
Elijah nodded and muttered, “Evil tongue.” Sighing, he tucked himself away and just lay there, smiling goofily at Viggo.
Shaking his head, Viggo helped his lover sit up and buckled his seat belt for him. “Strange creature.” He redid his own belt and set off again, chanting in his head until his own erection faded.
“You know what I don’t often see... someone give such an amazing orgasm... and then not asking for anything himself.”
“I guess I subscribe to the idea that giving is better than receiving.” Viggo pulled around a bend and smiled as the tiny hamlet of Happenstance appeared before them. “Start thinking about what you want for lunch.”
“Viggo.”
The comment earned him a roll of the eyes, and Viggo pulled into town, slowing down to 25 mph. He pulled up in front of the only store in town and parked. “Come on, little hitchhiker.”
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before slowly ungluing himself from the seat and almost slithering his way over to Viggo’s side, legs visibly weak. “Wow...”
Viggo touched his cheek and kissed him, tilting his head up to taste him slowly.
Elijah hooked his arms around Viggo’s neck, went to his toes and deepened the kiss, just a little at a time, moaning happily, although softly.
Viggo let them stay there for several long moments, just kissing each other softly and happily. He finally set him down gently and smiled at him. “Come on, love, let’s go choose some lunch.”
Elijah sighed, brushing his thumb over Viggo’s lip before nodding and bumping his shoulder against Viggo’s arm. “Food is good... what do you want, babe? What do they have?”
“They make good sandwiches. I’ll probably order my chicken salad as usual. Maybe a bag of potato chips and an apple to round it all out.” He strolled in and greeted the man behind the deli with a smile and a wave.
Elijah was a little surprised at how comfortable Viggo was to be seen kissing a guy in a little town in the middle of nowhere. “Um... Sandwiches, huh? That sounds good.”
The older man grinned and waved at Viggo with a familiar air. “Back again for the fixings, Mister Mortensen? And something for your *friend* as well?” He did not sound at all offended or disgusted.
“The usual for me, Joe. Do you have any of those salt and vinegar kettle chips?”
Elijah’s eyes opened a little wider at the seeming calm acceptance of he and Viggo making out in the front of their shop and shook his head. “Um... Can- can I have a club?” He looked around the small store and smiled-- it was so homey.
Joe nodded and busied himself making their sandwiches, while Viggo rummaged in the back of the store, searching for kettle chips. He peered around one of the racks and grinned at Elijah. “Want to split a box of animal crackers with me?”
“Animal crackers?” Elijah snickered and nodded. “Yes, I’d love to. Remember we still have the pie, babe.”
“Oh... yeah... I forgot.” He looked sadly at the animal crackers.
“I didn’t say don’t get them. Just don’t forget the pie, too.” He took the pack of animal crackers and kissed Viggo’s cheek. “Do we need anything else, love? While we’re here?”
“I had forgotten,” Viggo admitted. “I must be getting old.” He rubbed Elijah’s cheek and then led him to the produce section. “I recommend the Fuji or Gala apples, but their strawberries are also killer.”
“I love strawberries!” Elijah bounced a little and started gathering a few punnets of them.
Viggo watched in amusement and went to get them a basket. “Want anything to drink?”
“I main line juice, coke and hot chocolate?”
“Main line it?” Viggo asked nervously. “You can’t possibly mean you need caffeine and sugar in your diet?”
“Normally I never stop drinking it in some form or the other... I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without it, love.”
Viggo leaned over and kissed him for a moment, his clever tongue working over Elijah’s. “I don’t suppose,” he purred in his deepest voice, “you might give it up for me?”
“Give up which one?” Elijah looked at Viggo very suspiciously.
“The caffeine and sugar,” Viggo said, his tongue still playing with Elijah’s lips. “Not all of it, of course, but the main lining part.” He bit Elijah’s ear gently.
“I...” Elijah looked truly torn and bit his lip. “I- I- I guess... I could maybe... see if I could- could try?”
“Do you really want them, Elijah?” Viggo asked with a little sigh.
“I- I don’t know... they are about the only thing that got me through filming Rings you know... I... really don’t know.”
Viggo headed for the soda and pointed at it for Elijah. “Whatever you want.”
“You- you don’t approve do you?” Elijah scuffed his foot against the floor of the shop, looking down at it as if his trainer was fascinating.
“It’s not my place to approve or disapprove, Elijah,” Viggo said gently. “I just don’t drink the stuff as a rule and keep Henry away from it as well.”
“Oh... ok...” And he headed towards the juices instead of the soda’s, gathering a few bottles of apple juice and coming back to put them on the counter. “Do you have cooking chocolate though? And milk?”
“No cooking chocolate, but plenty of milk,” Viggo said, kissing Elijah gently again. “Are you sure about your soda? Won’t you get headaches and dizzy from cutting it off so fast?” He looked worried.
“We’ll see how we go... worst comes to worst I’ll get some I guess... but...” He grinned and headed off, coming back with two large blocks of cooking chocolate. “I am going to introduce you to real hot chocolate.”
“Imagine, I only knew fake hot chocolate until now,” Viggo whispered, nuzzling Elijah with his nose to cheek.
Elijah laughed and turned, kissing Viggo softly. “Funny man.” Shaking his head, he asked, “What do we need for the house?”
“I can get what we need later from the more local store. We have everything else we need already.” He licked the tip of Elijah’s nose and walked to the counter, where Joe was grinning at them. He set down their sandwiches and rung everything up. Viggo paid and offered Elijah his arm, holding the bag in the other hand.
Elijah tucked his arm through Viggo’s with a grin, thanking Joe as they headed out and back to the truck. “You know... you’re going to have to let me buy something at some point, Vig.”
“If you want,” Viggo mumbled. “I guess it’s hard for me to remember you can buy my ranch ten times over.”
“I don’t know... how big is it?” Elijah teased a little, before getting serious. “I just... I don’t want to freeload off you.”
“I would have let Jordan freeload off me,” Viggo said. He climbed in and turned on the motor, before looking at Elijah. “I don’t mind, you know.”
Elijah could not resist kissing Viggo softly. “I know you would have, and that... open hearted kindness is an amazing part of you.” He kissed Viggo again softly. “You just... don’t have to, that’s all.”
“I know. Just... I don’t want to be paid for my kindness, either. Not in any way.” He put his thumb square on Elijah’s mouth. “I know the perfect place for our lunch. It’s about a half an hour away. Can you wait?”
Elijah sucked Viggo’s finger into his mouth and chewed on it softly, nibbling and sucking happily as he watched Viggo’s face, nodding his agreement.
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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“I like all different kinds of music.” Elijah shrugged and let himself listen to Viggo’s singing with no further comment, enjoying the man’s very pleasant voice.
“Folk songs?” Viggo asked. “Bluegrass? Classical? Show tunes?”
“And more. I have yet to meet a genre that I couldn’t find something I liked in it.”
“Rap?” Viggo asked, his tone flatly dubious. “Heavy metal?”
“A little bit of everything, Vig... even punk. What about you?”
“I guess I can stand anything but popular teeny stuff and rap. Those make me break into a full-body rash. Especially some of the more annoying young girl singers and boy bands. If you put one of those on, I’m tossing you out no matter who you are.”
Elijah’s laughter filled the car with peal after peal of amusement.
Viggo shook his head and muttered darkly, “You think I don’t mean that.”
Elijah just kept laughing.
“Isn’t there any music that makes you feel the same way?” Viggo demanded, his mouth wanting to form a ridiculous pout that he refused to acknowledge.
“There are some songs that are reason to kill for I believe... but I don’t dislike genres... I look for something good in each one.”
“Now that’s a practice I can appreciate... even if I fail to find anything that resembles quality in rap... my apologies to the artists who like to yell ‘bitch’ and ‘ho’ and ‘motherfuckingbastardwhore’ as one big word.”
Elijah could not help himself as he dissolved into giggles again.
Viggo laughed with him this time, his eyes alive and dancing. “I guess that’s a bit of a generalization. There must be one artist who tried to make his music worth something more than shock value.”
“There are a few... I think they all count on the shock value, but some of them have a good message that they are trying to shock people with.”
“Hmmm,” Viggo said doubtfully, though he looked thoughtful. “Maybe you can play one of those for me after awhile... but not until I can safely flee if necessary.”
“I’ll let you have the remote so you can turn it off at any time, ok love?” Elijah’s tone was highly amused.
“Uh... remote?” Viggo asked. “What kind of stereo system do you think I have?”
“The best one I can order you on the internet?” Elijah smirked at Viggo.
“I refuse,” Viggo said with a firm tone. “My ranch shall not be tainted by technology.”
“Yes, dear.” Elijah made his tone as sweet and obedient as he could.
Viggo shuddered and tried not to look distressed. “Ok, did you make that scary on purpose?”
“No, dear,” Elijah said in exactly the same tone.
Viggo gritted his teeth and turned the volume up on the CD. He focused on his driving, not on the maddening person in the passenger seat.
Elijah’s laugh was warm and husky, and he reached across the seat, twining his fingers with Viggo’s on the wheel.
“Tell me how you make me feel guilty without actually doing anything. That’s a very useful trick.”
“What are you talking about? Feel guilty? I don’t want you to feel guilty about me.”
“About the stereo system,” Viggo said. “I’m not very up to date, especially on the ranch. I have a computer, but everything else is in the rustic vein. I wouldn’t even have the computer, but I admit the internet is too useful to do without. I order a lot of art supplies and oddities off of it, mostly. Sometimes, I check out what other artists are up to as well.”
“Do you have a site on the web?”
“No, nobody cares what my life is like... and for good reason!”
“I want to know what your life is like.” Elijah wanted to know everything there was to know about Viggo.
“I get up early or late, depending on my mood and often spend hours staring at blank canvas, waiting for inspiration. When it comes, I spend the next hours doing odd things like throwing paint at the canvas from a long distance. Other times, I add other elements that touch my fancy.” Viggo grinned, remembering the time Henry came home and discovered all his Lincoln Logs on his father’s latest artwork. “Or I sit all day outside and write poetry or sketch the landscape. My life does not have a set routine, really, but it’s definitely a quiet existence.”
“Sounds... much more peaceful than my life to be honest.” Elijah smiled and leaned across the car to kiss the corner of Viggo’s mouth again. He felt amazed at how much he wanted to touch Viggo, but it was so pleasant to do so he did not try and hold back.
Blue eyes slid over to gaze at the bespectacled young man beside him. “How did you get to be in the movies? I have heard vague rumblings that it’s a killer business to break into.”
“Ahhh, the question of all questions... My mother wanted me to work off some energy...”
“That’s not an answer, but we’ll let it pass,” Viggo said, taking a left and heading down a back country route toward his ranch. “But I do understand about the energy. I’m lucky in that regard. My son is a rather staid teenager, not really much for the hellion tricks I was always pulling.”
“I don’t mind talk...” Elijah stopped short when his brain processed what Viggo just said. “You have a teenage son?”
“He’s fourteen,” Viggo said with a little nod. “The best thing that ever happened in my life.”
“Fourteen?” Elijah did some mental math, before asking, “Um, Vig, just how old are you?”
“I’m forty-two, Elijah,” Viggo said with an easy smile. “Old enough to be your father.”
Elijah gaped at Viggo for several long moments before muttering, “You don’t look it.”
“Thank you. I’ve been lucky that way. Makes me a little less appealing as a permanent partner, doesn’t it?” Viggo did not sound annoyed or upset, merely accepting of his age.
“Less appealing? No, not at all. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t surprise me, Viggo. I’ve been in the acting business for... as long as your son has been alive, Viggo. I ’ve always been around and gotten along with people older than myself. We seem to understand each other much better.”
“That doesn’t mean you want to be in a relationship with one.” Viggo slowed down and then stopped to let a box turtle make his way across the road.
“Means I’m more likely to than with some teeny bopper that wants to date a” -he faked a gasp- “movie star!!” and then swooned dramatically.
This display earned him a chuckle from Viggo, who reached out and removed Elijah’s glasses.
Elijah reached out, trying to grab Viggo’s hand before it disappeared into the blur. “Hey hey! I need those!!”
Viggo kept them teasingly out of the younger man’s reach and studied his face with quiet attention. “Yeah, I guess I can understand the swooning impulse.” He watched Elijah flail for a few more minutes, before wrapping his free hand around the back of his head and pulling him forward for a sweet, lingering kiss.
Elijah melted into the kiss happily, their lips and tongue getting reacquainted with slow and tender passion. “I would be quite happy to never stop doing that, you know.”
“Never?” Viggo rubbed the side of Elijah’s cheek with his thumb, before tucking his glasses back on his nose. “I don’t think even the turtle is going to take that long to cross the road.”
“We could pretend we didn’t see it finishing...” He leaned in to capture Viggo’s lips for another kiss.
The door creaked a little, as Viggo leaned back against it and accepted the kiss. His hands sought out the familiar curve of Elijah’s ass and settled there tightly. “You’re not good at helping me keep my resolve.”
Elijah grinned and pressed his ass into Viggo’s hands happily. “Good. I don’t want you to... cause it’s not needed.”
“You say that so easily, but you don’t really know.” He hugged Elijah for a moment and then sat them both back up. “Ah, our little friend made it to the other side. Time to move on.”
Elijah shook his head and caught Viggo’s lips for a long kiss full of loving passion. “You’d be surprised what I know, Viggo.”
“What would that be?” Viggo asked, now looking at Elijah with startled eyes.
“What do I know that would surprise you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side. “That I am not going to give you up.”
“How are you sure you have me to give up?” Viggo asked, eyes flickering at the surety in Elijah’s gaze.
“Try it this way, Vig, I’m not going to give up until I’m sure I have you.” And he kissed Viggo’s chin softly.
“God.” Viggo scooped him back up to kiss firmly. “We’re both going to mess everything up for this, aren’t we?”
Elijah purred at Viggo. “Why does it have to be messing things up to be together, Viggo? Why can’t it be making everything right?”
“Because it’s never that simple or easy, even when it should be. You have to mess everything up and ground it all into paste and then eat it before it ever comes out right. And I wonder if I’m capable of doing that again.”
Elijah’s words were softly spoken as he looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes. “I believe we have something that could become even more... be truly amazing.”
“You’ve known me all of one day,” Viggo argued softly. “I picked you up off the street, and we fucked like bunnies.”
“You’re different... this is different. I’ve fucked someone before, Viggo, it’s never felt like last night felt. I was- I was me! After that first time... I wasn’t hiding behind Jordan, I could just be me.” He looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes asking softly, “Do you know how amazing that is for me?”
“No, but I can see it in your eyes.” He combed his hand through his hair with a slight sigh. “Maybe we should talk about this when we’re not sitting in the middle of a highway. I t may be quiet, but this is not a safe place.”
“Ok, lover.” Elijah gave Viggo a small smile before kissing Viggo’s chin again and moving back against his door, watching Viggo. “How much further is it to the ranch?”
“Several hours.” Viggo pulled out at a good speed, now in a rush to get home. A thousand conflicting thoughts and feelings cascaded through his mind as he drove.
Elijah nodded and curled up on the seat next to Viggo, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder as he watched the countryside pass, quite happy to let the silence linger as long as Viggo needed.
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” Viggo asked after awhile, his hand falling naturally on Elijah’s left knee.
“Serious? Yes, once, but it didn’t last long...” He sighed softly, resting a little more comfortably against Viggo’s arm.
“Tell me?” Viggo turned his head to kiss Elijah’s brow.
“Josh and I were on set together and were sure we could combine work and passion. We- we couldn’t. We ended up able to walk away as friends, but it was touch and go for a while. We still have moments where we- we are strange around each other. There is still passion between us that can flare at the worst possible moments.”
Viggo subdued a moment’s jealousy over the idea that Elijah felt passion for another. “Exene and I also divorced on the best terms possible. We were both the products of broken homes and determined not to let Henry feel the strain of our parting. He is in my full custody, but he visits his mother often.”
“Exene? That’s an interesting name...” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s shoulder as he wondered why it was ever so slightly familiar.
“She’s a punk rocker. Not widely known, but had a few hits... I think.” He laughed a little at himself. “My total inability to understand her music was always a problem.”
Elijah’s grin became huge, and he laughed softly. “Your ex-wife is a punk rocker??”
“Yep.” Viggo enjoyed the amusement as much as Elijah did. His own mother nearly laughed herself sick when she found about their marriage.
“I... I wouldn’t have picked that...” He laughed softly, kissing Viggo’s shoulder again.
“Love has nothing to do with making sense,” Viggo reminded him, amused by the way he kissed his shoulder. “It’s not like you were thinking I might be the ideal man for you when I stopped yesterday.”
The truck hummed along pleasantly now, its tires speeding over the back roads. The scenery became distinctly more lonely and unpopulated. A few houses stood in the far distance.
“I wonder if anyone would notice if I stopped right here and made love to you in the truck bed?” Viggo’s voice teased gently, his smile warm.
Elijah grinned, pressing another kiss to Viggo’s shoulder. “I don’t know... want to try it and find out?” Turning his body towards Viggo a little more, Elijah stroked his hand down Viggo’s arm and onto his thigh, holding it there and kneading the strong muscle softly. Viggo’s leg was warm under his hand, and Elijah purred softly at the strength there.
The muscles twitched and jumped under Elijah’s touch, and Viggo’s smile turned into a slight growl of arousal and irritation. “Yes, I think I would... but I won’t.” He removed one hand from the wheel and wrapped it around Elijah’s, twining with the smaller fingers. “You’re going to be tough to handle.”
“Not really, lover... I’ll just demand your touch and constant attention and lots and lots of amazing love making... I’m easy to please... all I crave seems to be all of you.” He smiled as he curved his fingers around Viggo’s, nuzzling his neck for a moment. “You are so warm.” He sighed and snuggled closer, speaking into Viggo’s ear in a whisper, “I’ve never made love outside... always wanted to though.”
“Elijah,” Viggo growled warningly, his jaw clenched against the younger man’s persistence. “I’m going to kill us both in a moment, if you don’t stop.” Still, his hand pressed Elijah’s with strength and a quick caress of fingers.
“I don’t want to die.” Elijah sighed softly, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder and closing his eyes, humming softly along with the music, intent on giving Viggo a breather so his lover could get control of himself. “I didn’t know it was so hard to keep one’s hands off me.”
“Oh really,” Viggo commented dryly. He lifted his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel with a little snort. He kept his eyes forward deliberately, singing in his odd way and watching the road go by. He let the silence build, determined not to let his desires get the better of him. Instead, he thought about his art in the back of the truck, considering what finisher to use on the particularly odd one.
Elijah draped his arm around Viggo’s middle, stroking his side quite absently as he watched the road, very happy with the company and relaxed. “You’re the one that said it, Viggo... you surprised me.”
Viggo sighed a little at the soft words and let his arm fall back over Elijah’s shoulders in a friendly gesture. “Nobody ever told you, you were beautiful?” he said with extreme doubt in his voice.
“Beautiful? Not really, no... Amazing eyes... yadda yadda... but mostly kinda... nerdy and or geeky looking. And I’ve never had someone tell me they weree having problems keeping their hands off me... not the way you just did.” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s neck softly. “I kinda liked hearing it.”
“My hands remember the softness of your skin beneath them. My ears remember the sounds you make when I touch you. My eyes picture your face when you feel pleasure. How can I not want to touch you?” The nape of Elijah’s neck received the barest of massages from Viggo’s distracted fingers. He tickled the strands of hair there, thinking of how perfect Elijah would look with long hair. His mouth pulled up the corners of his mouth, as he added on soft, brown locks to Elijah’s head in his mind.
“I don’t remember anyone finding those things so amazing that they thought me beautiful.” He pressed against the hand stroking through his hair and sighed. “I love how you touch me... makes me feel so... precious, if I can use that word.” He smiled a little wondering if Viggo got the reference.
Viggo chuckled a little and shook his head. “I see no reason for you not to use that word, if it suits you.” He tugged a little at Elijah’s hair. “Have you even worn your hair long? I think it would make you look even sexier.”
“Let’s just say the word will always have echoes of Andy and Gollum. Filming with Andy is... well, something that I’ll not forget, but I don’t know if I want to associate with you. And no... the longest I think I’ve had my hair was Frodo...” Elijah could not help but kiss Viggo’s shoulder again.
“Andy?” Viggo said curiously, sparing a moment to glance at Elijah. He laughed a little at the repeated kisses to his neck and shoulders. “I keep expecting you to bite me and get it over with.”
“Andy was the voice behind Gollum... Gollum was a computer generated character, but Andy was his voice and inspiration. However, working with him was a rather... strange experience at times.” He giggled a little and nibbled softly at Viggo’s shoulder. “You think I’m a vampire?”
“I think you are hungry for me,” Viggo said without any ego. “I’m rather shocked you have managed to hold out this long without jumping me.” He winked a little at Elijah in the rear view mirror, never taking his eyes off the road.
Elijah laughed, shaking his head and nuzzling it into Viggo’s neck, whispering against the skin, “I’m being good... proving to you that I don’t only want you for your body.” He giggled and bit softly at the skin of Viggo’s neck, licking up to the point of Viggo’s chin. “If I’m disappointing you, I’ll happily stop controlling myself.”
“How is sucking at my skin and kissing everything you can reach proving you don’t want me for my body?” Viggo asked with deep amusement. “What else do you want me for, anyway?”
“I said not ONLY! Not that I don’t want your body, cause I do, you know... a lot, but that’s not all I want you for... I could stop if you’d like me to? I could stop touching you and kissing you. I could move away so we’re not in contact down one side of our bodies.” He looked sad at the idea. “If that’s what you want.” Only then did he answer Viggo’s other question. “Cause of the way you make me feel.”
“It’s not what I want,” Viggo assured him softly, his hand resting lightly on Elijah’s nape. “Be easy, Elijah. I’m not being critical of you. I wouldn’t do that. I like having you near me.” His neck turned quickly to allow his mouth to press a kiss to the side of Elijah’s head. “I like that I make you feel special.”
“You do you know... I- I so didn’t expect to feel anything but... away-ness. The relief of not having to be ‘Elijah fucking Frodo Wood’ for a few days... but you have gifted me with so much more... they aren’t even in the same category.” Elijah relaxed completely against his new lover and sighed happily. “I wish I knew the words to tell you how much you have affected me already.”
“You don’t need the words, Elijah,” Viggo murmured. “I think you’re doing well enough without them.”
“Words... sometimes that are too easy... they become... the reason not the... the explanation.” He sighed. “Does that make sense?”
“I like dealing in words, but I also understand silence and action,” Viggo said. He steered carefully around a large puddle. “There’s a small town ahead of us. Do you want to stop to grab a little food for a picnic lunch further up the road?”
“Sounds like a plan, Vig... um... is the town the closest one to your place? Cause if it is, I need to do some shopping...”
“Shopping?” Viggo asked with a tinge of amusement. “This town barely has a tiny general store. What do you need?”
“Well... um for starters, I need some more clothes... yours aren’t gonna fit me... and I have what I’m wearing and what I wore yesterday... and um... well, I should fill your cupboards. I eat a lot.”
The air filled with Viggo’s amused laughter. “We’ll have to worry about getting you clothes tomorrow. I think Henry’s will fit you, anyway. He’s about your height. As for food, well, I hope I have enough for tonight.”
“You want me to wear your son’s clothes? You know what I want to do to you... and you still want me to wear your child’s clothing??”
Viggo’s laugh nearly rattled the car doors and he shook from head to toe. “You have a very interesting perspective on things.”
“Are you seriously telling me you don’t see theweird factor in that? Would you even be able to like... put your hands down your son’s pants to grab my ass?”
“As long as my son wasn’t in them, I wouldn’t really notice,” Viggo said, chuckling even more madly now. He finally calmed down a little, still snorting a few laughs.
Elijah shook his head, looking at Viggo in disbelief. “You are the strangest man sometimes, Viggo.” Elijah thought for a moment before asking, “Um, Vig, what’s your full name?”
“Viggo Peter Mortensen Jr.” he said in a very official tone and then grinned again.
“Well, Viggo Peter Mortensen Jr., it’s very nice to meet you.” And he leaned over and caught Viggo’s lips for a long sweet kiss.
Surprised, Viggo held on to Elijah with one arm and steered frantically with the other. “Elijah,” he gasped, pushing him off, “let me stop before you do that.”
Elijah’s laugh was soft and husky. “Ok, baby... then I think you should stop, because I want to do that again.”
Viggo pulled the truck off beside a large field and stopped. He undid his seat belt and turned to face Elijah. “Hello.”
Elijah almost crawled into Viggo’s lap and into Viggo’s mouth, exploring it as he pressed their bodies together wantonly, rubbing against Viggo as his tongue explored Viggo’s mouth.
Viggo rubbed his hands through Elijah’s hair and down his back to cup his ass gently. “You’re lovely, my Elijah.”
Elijah smiled at the possessive ‘my,’ pressing against Viggo and kissing him again, lips and tongue searching out Viggo’s taste and feel happily.
They shifted around on the seat until Viggo could rest his back comfortably against the door and support Elijah’s weight. “What do you think we’re going to do now?” he asked, chuckling.
“There is a something else we need to do? I think this is just perfect...” And Elijah went back to kissing Viggo, getting lost in the act.
Viggo finally gave in and enjoyed the sensation of necking in his truck. He slid his hands under Elijah’s shirt and mapped the wealth of bare skin on his back and sides. His busy tongue pushed Elijah’s away and thrust into his mouth for a few tastes of the sweetness there.
Elijah’s hands also found their way up and under Viggo’s clothes to splay across Viggo’s chest, to stroke and tug lightly, to caress and pinch carefully at Viggo’s nipples as he sucked Viggo’s tongue into his mouth and nursed at it for several long moments.
A hiss escaped Viggo, and he jerked back from the hands under his shirt. “I’m not taking you in this truck.... so leave the nipples alone.”
Elijah let his fingers play over Viggo’s nipples for a few more moments, before pulling them down and away, looking both pleased and disappointed. “If- if you really don’t want to... maybe... you should start driving again before I maul you?”
“You want me to that much?” Viggo asked, knowing he might regret the words.
“Yes, Vig... I want you very much... so please help me here?” He gave Viggo a little pleading look. “You drive, and I’ll control myself, cause I don’t want to get us into an accident.”
Viggo pushed Elijah back, off his lap and then down on the seat. “Stay still.” He unzipped Elijah’s fly and yanked down his pants and boxers. “Very still.” Thus saying, he leaned forward to suck him carefully.
Elijah’s gasp was a sound of pure shock. This was the last thing he had expected Viggo to do and for a moment he could not feel Viggo’s touch, only his surprise. A moment later, the intense pleasure crashed over him and suddenly that was all he could feel. It took him long moments to get his control back, but when he did, he looked down at Viggo and moaned, “Vig? I- ohhh... fuck... Vig??”
Viggo never glanced up from his work, using his long tongue to wrap around and tug and lick at Elijah’s cock. His hands held Elijah down, so he could work unencumbered.
Elijah’s hands gripped so hard at the seat he was sure they would have his hand print for the rest of time, his heels where digging into the padding of the seat. He chanted Viggo’s name over and over as he tried to thrust up into Viggo’s mouth.
“Easy,” Viggo rumbled, or would have if he could talk. Instead, he began to suck on Elijah like a man with a sweet lollipop. The tendons on his neck stood out from the force of his sucking mouth.
Elijah knew with sudden and almost shattering certainty that he was not going to last long under this intense and overwhelming sensations. His mouth was open and babbling curses and other sounds as he tried to warn Viggo that he could not keep his control much longer.
The more excited Elijah got, the more Viggo sucked and licked and tormented and tried to help him climax as explosively as possible.
Elijah came with a cry that could have been pain, his body arching up towards Viggo, white dots dancing behind his eyes as endless spikes of pleasure swamped him from the inside outward. His seed spurted into Viggo’s mouth powerfully as Elijah thrust his hips up, breaking Viggo’s hold on him with the strength of his pleasure, calling out to Viggo before slumping back onto the seat, panting.
Viggo swallowed with a hint of worry and then a little shrug internally. He licked his lips and sat up to regard Elijah with amused eyes. “All better now?”
“You... You...” Elijah closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before trying again. “Evil tongue!”
Viggo flicked his tongue out lazily, the length amazing. “You didn’t like my tongue?”
Elijah fisted his hand in Viggo’s shirt and dragged him closer, catching his mouth for a long hard kiss. His free hand wrapped around Viggo and held him tightly.
Viggo let himself be kissed for a few moments and then broke the embrace gently. “We better keep going. I don’t want to get home too late.”
Elijah nodded and muttered, “Evil tongue.” Sighing, he tucked himself away and just lay there, smiling goofily at Viggo.
Shaking his head, Viggo helped his lover sit up and buckled his seat belt for him. “Strange creature.” He redid his own belt and set off again, chanting in his head until his own erection faded.
“You know what I don’t often see... someone give such an amazing orgasm... and then not asking for anything himself.”
“I guess I subscribe to the idea that giving is better than receiving.” Viggo pulled around a bend and smiled as the tiny hamlet of Happenstance appeared before them. “Start thinking about what you want for lunch.”
“Viggo.”
The comment earned him a roll of the eyes, and Viggo pulled into town, slowing down to 25 mph. He pulled up in front of the only store in town and parked. “Come on, little hitchhiker.”
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before slowly ungluing himself from the seat and almost slithering his way over to Viggo’s side, legs visibly weak. “Wow...”
Viggo touched his cheek and kissed him, tilting his head up to taste him slowly.
Elijah hooked his arms around Viggo’s neck, went to his toes and deepened the kiss, just a little at a time, moaning happily, although softly.
Viggo let them stay there for several long moments, just kissing each other softly and happily. He finally set him down gently and smiled at him. “Come on, love, let’s go choose some lunch.”
Elijah sighed, brushing his thumb over Viggo’s lip before nodding and bumping his shoulder against Viggo’s arm. “Food is good... what do you want, babe? What do they have?”
“They make good sandwiches. I’ll probably order my chicken salad as usual. Maybe a bag of potato chips and an apple to round it all out.” He strolled in and greeted the man behind the deli with a smile and a wave.
Elijah was a little surprised at how comfortable Viggo was to be seen kissing a guy in a little town in the middle of nowhere. “Um... Sandwiches, huh? That sounds good.”
The older man grinned and waved at Viggo with a familiar air. “Back again for the fixings, Mister Mortensen? And something for your *friend* as well?” He did not sound at all offended or disgusted.
“The usual for me, Joe. Do you have any of those salt and vinegar kettle chips?”
Elijah’s eyes opened a little wider at the seeming calm acceptance of he and Viggo making out in the front of their shop and shook his head. “Um... Can- can I have a club?” He looked around the small store and smiled-- it was so homey.
Joe nodded and busied himself making their sandwiches, while Viggo rummaged in the back of the store, searching for kettle chips. He peered around one of the racks and grinned at Elijah. “Want to split a box of animal crackers with me?”
“Animal crackers?” Elijah snickered and nodded. “Yes, I’d love to. Remember we still have the pie, babe.”
“Oh... yeah... I forgot.” He looked sadly at the animal crackers.
“I didn’t say don’t get them. Just don’t forget the pie, too.” He took the pack of animal crackers and kissed Viggo’s cheek. “Do we need anything else, love? While we’re here?”
“I had forgotten,” Viggo admitted. “I must be getting old.” He rubbed Elijah’s cheek and then led him to the produce section. “I recommend the Fuji or Gala apples, but their strawberries are also killer.”
“I love strawberries!” Elijah bounced a little and started gathering a few punnets of them.
Viggo watched in amusement and went to get them a basket. “Want anything to drink?”
“I main line juice, coke and hot chocolate?”
“Main line it?” Viggo asked nervously. “You can’t possibly mean you need caffeine and sugar in your diet?”
“Normally I never stop drinking it in some form or the other... I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without it, love.”
Viggo leaned over and kissed him for a moment, his clever tongue working over Elijah’s. “I don’t suppose,” he purred in his deepest voice, “you might give it up for me?”
“Give up which one?” Elijah looked at Viggo very suspiciously.
“The caffeine and sugar,” Viggo said, his tongue still playing with Elijah’s lips. “Not all of it, of course, but the main lining part.” He bit Elijah’s ear gently.
“I...” Elijah looked truly torn and bit his lip. “I- I- I guess... I could maybe... see if I could- could try?”
“Do you really want them, Elijah?” Viggo asked with a little sigh.
“I- I don’t know... they are about the only thing that got me through filming Rings you know... I... really don’t know.”
Viggo headed for the soda and pointed at it for Elijah. “Whatever you want.”
“You- you don’t approve do you?” Elijah scuffed his foot against the floor of the shop, looking down at it as if his trainer was fascinating.
“It’s not my place to approve or disapprove, Elijah,” Viggo said gently. “I just don’t drink the stuff as a rule and keep Henry away from it as well.”
“Oh... ok...” And he headed towards the juices instead of the soda’s, gathering a few bottles of apple juice and coming back to put them on the counter. “Do you have cooking chocolate though? And milk?”
“No cooking chocolate, but plenty of milk,” Viggo said, kissing Elijah gently again. “Are you sure about your soda? Won’t you get headaches and dizzy from cutting it off so fast?” He looked worried.
“We’ll see how we go... worst comes to worst I’ll get some I guess... but...” He grinned and headed off, coming back with two large blocks of cooking chocolate. “I am going to introduce you to real hot chocolate.”
“Imagine, I only knew fake hot chocolate until now,” Viggo whispered, nuzzling Elijah with his nose to cheek.
Elijah laughed and turned, kissing Viggo softly. “Funny man.” Shaking his head, he asked, “What do we need for the house?”
“I can get what we need later from the more local store. We have everything else we need already.” He licked the tip of Elijah’s nose and walked to the counter, where Joe was grinning at them. He set down their sandwiches and rung everything up. Viggo paid and offered Elijah his arm, holding the bag in the other hand.
Elijah tucked his arm through Viggo’s with a grin, thanking Joe as they headed out and back to the truck. “You know... you’re going to have to let me buy something at some point, Vig.”
“If you want,” Viggo mumbled. “I guess it’s hard for me to remember you can buy my ranch ten times over.”
“I don’t know... how big is it?” Elijah teased a little, before getting serious. “I just... I don’t want to freeload off you.”
“I would have let Jordan freeload off me,” Viggo said. He climbed in and turned on the motor, before looking at Elijah. “I don’t mind, you know.”
Elijah could not resist kissing Viggo softly. “I know you would have, and that... open hearted kindness is an amazing part of you.” He kissed Viggo again softly. “You just... don’t have to, that’s all.”
“I know. Just... I don’t want to be paid for my kindness, either. Not in any way.” He put his thumb square on Elijah’s mouth. “I know the perfect place for our lunch. It’s about a half an hour away. Can you wait?”
Elijah sucked Viggo’s finger into his mouth and chewed on it softly, nibbling and sucking happily as he watched Viggo’s face, nodding his agreement.
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this is wonderfull I can't never have enough or all your fics, they're just wonderfull, when one is over I star to spend my time in the net looking for the next one, love it really... they're always my favorite with this OTp, I'm sure if somebody asked me my top10 of fics you'll have at least 2 in there...
anyway, I'll love to read more about this one soon, so if it's possible, pleassssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee moreeeeeeeeeeeee ^^
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I am very close to having another section betaed and ready to post, but I may gvie it a day or two before I do, since I have been posting rather madly lately.
Ems and I also have another few really long V/E in the works, including a mpreg one. *shiver*
Anyway, many, many thanks for this comment. May I friend you?
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I hope you continue to read and enjoy!
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You already are a friend of mine! I think my brain needs its fifty thousand mile check up!
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Saki
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AAH!
This is my way of saying I'd love for you to write more.
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Thanks for the FB!
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Saki