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NEW: Hitchhiker 6/10 (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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Laughing a little, Viggo extracted his thumb and turned to drive onward. He slid in one of his CDs, an old selection of cowboy songs and sang happily with them.
Elijah giggled, snuggled into the corner of the car, watching Viggo. He joined in on the few songs he did know, but mostly watched Viggo as he sang. “Your face is made for smiling, did you know that?”
“And I’ve even got the wrinkles to prove it,” Viggo said, his smile deepening even further.
Leaning over, Elijah pressed kisses to the laugh lines up Viggo’s face. “Makes you even sexier.”
“Liar,” Viggo said, sounding pleased and embarrassed all at once. “I’m just an average guy, who paints and writes really weird crap.”
“I’m being totally serious. When you smile, you are a hundred times sexier than when you’re not smiling.”
“Oh, well, everyone looks better when they smile. I always smile at anyone who smiles at me... even birds and lizards.”
“It’s more than that with you, Vig... some people look sexy when they brood... some people make foreboding really sexy... you have an incredibly sexy smile.” Elijah kissed his smile lines again.
“Oh, I do a lot of brooding,” Viggo said. “Artistic type, you know.” He steadfastly refused to take what Elijah said about his smile seriously, teasing him instead.
Elijah shook his head and nibbled Viggo’s ear for a moment. “I’ll make you believe me... eventually.” And he leaned back against the seat again, watching Viggo.
“I do believe you, Elijah,” Viggo said. He glanced at his passenger briefly, looking over his youthful face. “I just refuse to let myself get egotistical about it.” He winked once and then pulled off on to a small gravel road. “A few miles to a nice little reservoir and some trees.”
Elijah shook his head. “It’s not egotistical to know that your lover thinks you’re sexy, Viggo.”
“You’ve got to learn not to take me seriously,” Viggo said, his trademark smile appearing again.
Not responding in words, Elijah just started pressing kisses to those beautiful smile lines again.
Viggo stopped the car, put on the brake and quickly turned to kiss Elijah, nipping his lips lightly. “I think you and I may be here awhile, eh?”
“Be here awhile? Whatever do you mean? I don’t think I’m going to ever stop being here, if here is admiring you...”
Viggo snorted a little laugh, grabbed their lunch and hopped out. He kicked off his boots and strolled toward the trees without looking to see if Elijah followed him.
Giggling hard, Elijah got out of the car and shouldered his bag before catching up with Viggo. Taking his hand he looked around, smiling at their picnic sight. “Very pretty, Vig... rather romantic too.”
Viggo just smiled at him and found a nice grassy area under an old willow to sit. He pulled Elijah down next to him gently and wrapped a friendly arm around him. “It’s perfect.”
Elijah sighed happily and leaned against Viggo’s side, snuggling in somewhat, but leaving their hands free to eat. “It’s lovely.” He smiled and looked around at the view. “Where is your home ... like can you point towards it?”
Viggo searched the area for a split second and then pointed without any doubt. “There. Henry says I have a homing beacon inside me. No matter how far away I am, I always know where home is...”
Elijah sighed wishfully and laid his head on Viggo’s arm, saying softly, “Treasure that gift and that knowledge my friend, never ever forget how amazing it is.”
“I already do,” Viggo said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Elijah’s hair. “I hope you find a place to call home someday.”
Elijah did not answer, not wanting to pressure Viggo more than he already was, but he smiled hopefully, as he thought that Viggo might be able to give him a home.
“Eat your lunch,” Viggo said softly, opening his own and digging out the sandwich. “And trust me, these will be the best sandwiches you ever ate.”
Elijah grinned a little. “You think so?” Taking his own he opened it slowly, lifting one of the halves to his mouth and taking a slow bite. He chewed painfully slowly as he considered the sandwich.
Viggo rolled his eyes and took a large bite of his, enjoying the way little chunks fell messily out the back. Only a sandwich stuffed full of goodness rated highly in his book. Especially chicken salad. “ Tell me that’s not the best you ever had!”
Finally swallowing, Elijah did npt say a word, but his bright smile let Viggo know just how wonderful he found the sandwich.
Viggo laughed at the smile and offered him some of his sandwich. “This is my absolute favorite in the world.”
Elijah took a small bite, and after giving it the same consideration he grinned up at Viggo. “I think I can see why.”
“Good.” Viggo leaned back against the trunk of the tree, considering the distance with half closed eyes and munching in quiet contentment. He always felt at ease here, even in his more uncertain moments. And right now, a lot of things felt uncertain.
Elijah sensed Viggo’s need for quiet and was perfectly happy to eat the wonderfully fresh food and watch the beautiful scenery until his companion felt like talking again.
“Apple?” Viggo asked, pulling them out of his bag. He held one out to Elijah, not looking away from the scene, but letting the arm around his companion tighten slightly.
Elijah took a bite of the apple from Viggo’s fingers.
“I knew you would do that,” Viggo said with deep amusement. He took a bite himself, taking out a much larger chunk, before offering more to Elijah. “So... Frodo?”
Elijah took another bite, chewing and swallowing before replying, “Yes?” He cocked his head to the side questioningly. “What do you want to know about him?”
“I guess nothing that you haven’t answered a thousand times before,” Viggo said thoughtfully, taking another bite with a satisfying crunch. “It’s just... you’re a famous figure, and I know absolutely nothing about you. It’s a strange feeling, having so many people know so much more about you.”
“So ask me, love... I don’t mind telling you what I’ve told many before, and also what I have told no one.”
“I don’t really want to bombard you with questions about the very thing you seek refuge from,” Viggo said with wistful tone. “It can wait... except, who will you tell about us?”
“I’ll probably tell my sister first... I can’t wait for you to meet her.” He grinned a little strangely. “But Han and I are close, she’ll know that something happened...” He smiled and kissed Viggo’s palm. “Close friends, Sean for starts... I admit to having problems working out how he’s gonna react.”
“Who, Sean or Han? Is that short for something?” He rubbed Elijah’s smaller fingers.
“Han, short for Hannah. I know how she’ll react, she’ll be pleased as punch, as long as you continue to make me happy... if you ever stopped, then god help you. It’s Sean I don’t know about. He’s... protective of me.”
“Is he your brother?” Viggo asked, trying to picture what Elijah’s siblings might look like.
Elijah grinned. “Of the soul maybe? But no, he’s Sean Astin. He played Samwise to my Frodo...” Elijah’s smiled became full of fond memories. “We... bonded... the first moment we met, and it’s never lessened.”
The smile sent a spark of warmth through Viggo, even though it was not directed at him. “ I’d like to meet them both. Anyone else?”
“My fellow hobbits, Billy and Dom... Orli is bound to ask... I’ll tell him too. We... there was a lot of real bonding on Rings you know. Did- did you notice that tattoo I have?”
“Yes, I did... in the mirror.” He reached out to rub a little at Elijah’s hip. “But at the time, I didn’t really think to ask... nor consider it my business.”
“All the actors of the fellowship got one... it’s elven... means nine. There were nine in the fellowship...” He snuggled into Viggo and sighed. “We’re not all the best of friends, but between all of us, we manage to stay in contact.”
“Sounds like the whole experience was special to you,” Viggo said, raking his fingers through Elijah’s short hair. “Do they know about this?”
“About Jordan?” He shook his head. “No, just my sister and Sean.” He made a little cooing noise, almost a purr and snuggled closer into Viggo in pleasure. “Keep doing that?”
The fingers slid up to curl through Elijah’s hair even more deeply. “Its hard to unite the image I had of you only yesterday- a penniless, lost teenager- with everything you’ve told me since then.”
“Do you rather Jordan- penniless, lost and a child? He could never be an emotional equal you know... Within me, Jordan will always been a teenager.” He let his head move with Viggo’s motions, relaxing happily under the stroking touches.
“I don’t know that Elijah is any different,” Viggo said simply. “Do you?” His fingers paused momentarily in the soft hair and then slid down to caress the base of Elijah’s neck.
“I don’t know if he is at the moment or not... I just know he can grow. I- I want him to grow and develop... I don’t know if I can let Jordan change. He’s... a static part of me. Something that I’ve depended on for a long time... I don’t think he can change. I- I think I have to move away from him. I don’t know if I can ever give him up completely.”
Viggo nodded a little and put the remains of the apple away. “No wonder you needed to get away for awhile. Sounds like you have a lot of thinking to do.” He pulled out his cookie and broke off a piece, offering it to Elijah.
“More thinking than I know how to start. I don’t know where to start.” He sighed. “I don’t seem to have an angle of attack for any of the different thoughts and issues I’m trying to work out. And it’s getting really confusing, more confusing as my... as I give them more importance... as sorting me out becomes more and more important.” Elijah sighed and shook his head. “Does any of that make sense?” Needing to keep himself from babbling for a few moments, Elijah took the cookie and started chewing.
Nibbling his own piece of cookie for a moment, Viggo finally said, “I think getting out of the limelight for awhile sounds like a good start. When you’re not with anybody who expects anything out of you, whoever you really are may be free to emerge.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Of course, I really have no idea. When I get confused or lost, I go back to a blank canvas and let it guide me.”
Elijah smiled at his mental picture of Viggo emerging from a color splattered canvas with a ‘that’s better now’ expression on his face. “You have found something that brings you back to yourself. I- I guess I need to find my anchor.”
Viggo hugged Elijah with his arm and then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll do what I can to help you, Elijah, even if that’s only keeping out of your way.”
Elijah swung around so he straddled Viggo’s lap and looked deeply into his eyes, asking softly, “And what if helping is getting in my way? Perhaps even being a part of that anchor?”
Two strong, warm hands reached up and cupped Elijah’s face gently, as Viggo kissed him with a gentle flick of tongue. Their mouths parted with equal care and the softest of wet sounds. “Hopefully, I will be up to the task.”
“I hope we both will.” Sighing softly, Elijah pressed their foreheads together, pressing a feather light kiss to Viggo’s lips. “We should get going, huh?”
A low chuckle shook Viggo’s chest. “I’m afraid so, though I would happily stay here longer if we had time.” He ran the tips of his fingers over the curve of Elijah’s left earlobe, before carding through the black hair again.
Elijah purred deep in the back of his throat and sighed, relaxing more against Viggo. “You’re not making it easier to leave, love... you know that don’t you?” Elijah’s lips nibbled butterfly like at Viggo’s neck.
“So I see.” Viggo allowed Elijah to remain where he was for a little while longer, his hands still working over the curves of his skull and then down his neck. Regretfully, he stirred and scooted Elijah off his lap. “There will be time to do this when we get to my ranch. We can find a place under the elm and sit there for an entire day if you want.”
Elijah pouted at Viggo for moving him, but his tone was wistful, “Sounds like heaven.” Standing, Elijah stretched tall, his back and neck making several loud crackles and pops, and smiled at Viggo beatifically. “That’s better!”
“I think I’ll also make use of the massage table Exene gave me several years back and work those kinks out of your back. If you keep making those terrible noises, you’re going to ruin your posture.” He shook his head and rose gracefully. Picking up their bags, he headed for the truck. “By the way, we’re going to pass through exactly one more town before we get to my ranch, so speak now if you need anything.”
“Um... Can we just stop and looked around, even if I don’t get anything?” Taking Viggo’s hand, Elijah walked beside him, looking around. “It really is beautiful, we need to come back here some time.”
Viggo glanced down at their joined hands and smiled a little goofily. Nobody had held his hand in that manner for a long time. His fingers squeezed Elijah’s affectionately. “Yes, we should.” Opening to passenger door, he paused to regard Elijah for a moment and then let go to walk around to his own side.
Elijah did not let go of Viggo’s hand, in fact, he tugged him a little closer, going to his toes to press a sweet kiss to Viggo’s lips. “Thank you.” And he kissed Viggo again, asking softly, “Did you know you taste better than the finest wines... and are more intoxicating?”
“Corny,” Viggo said, though he looked pleased. In thanks, he kissed Elijah again, this time letting his hands wander and caress Elijah’s back and down to the firm curve of his ass.
“You like me corny!” Elijah grinned shyly up at Viggo, before snuggling into his chest for several long moments. “Oh... so comfortable.” He wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck and went to his toes, sharing several more kisses with Viggo. “I guess we should get into the car or something, right?”
“Yes.” Viggo’s voice sounded husky and distracted. He held Elijah to him for another moment, before disentangling himself and making sure to stride away firmly. Climbing into the truck, he waited for Elijah to buckle his belt.
Elijah took several long breaths before letting out a particularly long sigh and getting into the truck, control restored and good feelings flowing again. Buckling up he leant back, relaxing against the car door and grinned at Viggo. “That was really nice... but you know what we forgot? The pie!”
“Do you want it now?” Viggo asked, holding his stomach dramatically. “I’m not sure I can manage more than a few bites. How about we stop and have it as a snack along the way?”
Elijah just grinned. “Sounds like a plan... cause no, I don’t want or need anything more to eat.” His grin twisted a little and he started fiddling with the radio, finding an old country music station and singing along at the top of his lungs, completely off key and loving it.
Viggo drove back to the main road, trying not to laugh as Elijah butchered a version of “Ghost Riders in the Sky.” He pulled back on the pavement in time to join in on a chorus.
Elijah grinned and kept singing at the top of his lungs, tapping the beat with his fingers on the dash and generally being very silly.
“You’re beautiful,” Viggo said impulsively when the song ended. “May I still photograph you? I won’t try to sell them... they’ll just be for me...for us.”
Elijah looked up at Viggo through his lashes shyly and nodded just a little. “If you want to.” He leaned into Viggo and kissed his cheek. “I... I trust you. If you wanted to sell them, I wouldn’t mind. I don’t mind friends getting ahead.”
“I might want to put them in one of my photography shows, if that is all right. I wouldn’t advertise that you were part of the event, though. I don’t want to use your name to get ahead.” He reached out and placed a warm hand on Elijah’s thigh, rubbing gently.
Elijah grinned and placed his hand over Viggo’s, twining their fingers together. “You’re so warm.” He shuffled over a little, pressing their sides together. “It’s like you radiate heat. I wouldn’t mind that... not at all.” He grinned a little more and snuggled right up into Viggo’s side.
“I am? Viggo asked in soft surprise. He laughed a little at the idea of himself as a human radiator and rubbed Elijah’s thigh a little more, not taking his eyes off the road. “I guess you must be used to having your picture taken. Do you enjoy it as a rule?”
“It totally depends on the photographer... it really does. Some of them treat whoever they are photographing as if they are a person, talking, making them comfortable. Others think you’re a slab of meat for their consumption. Those shoots I don’t like... the first kind are mostly enjoyable. I’m used to it more than I enjoy it really.”
“Ah.” Viggo nodded in understanding and kept his eyes on the deserted road ahead of them. Around them, endless fields of mostly natives and weeds stretched under the mostly cloudless sky. “Well, it was just an idea... I get them a lot.” His eyes shifted to the West, where a bank of clouds began to build a bit menacingly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we got another thunderstorm in a few hours.”
Elijah shuddered a little. “I don’t like storms.” He shook his head and returned to the earlier subject, not wanting to think about the thunder. “I think I would enjoy you taking pictures of me... but you’d have to promise the... the ones I really enjoyed” --there was a deliberately sexual tone, although teasing, in Elijah’s voice-- “would never been seen by anyone but the two of us.” He grinned a little wicked smile before nuzzling Viggo’s neck, making it clear what kind of pictures he was talking about.
Laughter bubbled from Viggo’s chest. “I have never taken photographs of that kind, honestly. I fear they would be cheesy rather than sexy.” He shifted a little away from the distraction of Elijah’s nuzzling, not wanting to lose his concentration again.
Elijah laughed softly, stopping the nuzzling to lay his cheek comfortably against Viggo’s shoulder. “I don’t know... we could try and see what happened... if you wanted to... I’ve never done anything like that... always been too afraid that someone might find them.”
“Is that all that stopped you?” Viggo asked, wondering who offered or asked Elijah to pose. He glanced over once, his steel eyes assessing Elijah purely as a model. A little small to be considered traditionally sexy with a soft face and full lips, but those eyes made up for any multitude of sins, even as they invited participation in a multitude of sins.
“Not... not completely... I- I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea... with the person, I guess is more accurate to say.” Looking up at Viggo through his lashes, Elijah smiled a little. “Not a problem with you... isn’t that odd? I’d known him longer, but I trust you much more.”
Without pause, a smile lit up Viggo’s features. “I feel the same way about you, obviously.” His fingers rubbed Elijah’s leg muscle and squeezed his smaller hand. “There’s something special about this... something that logically, we should both be questioning... but I really don’t want to question. I like the warm, right feeling you give me without needing to know why.”
In the distance, a flash of lightening lit up the mountains, followed a moment later by a murmured roll of thunder.
Elijah shivered unpleasantly at the sound, pressing himself closer to Viggo, hiding his face in Viggo’s shoulder, although it did nothing to hide his fear. “I hate thunderstorms.” He shivered again, feeling much colder suddenly, although the temperature in the car had not changed at all.
“Hush,” Viggo said softly, his arm slipping up to wrap around Elijah’s shoulders. “You are safe with me, Elijah.” He kissed soft hairs and then returned his eyes to the road. “I’ll hold you when the storm comes.”
Elijah glued himself to as much of Viggo as he could and not get in the way of Viggo’s driving, closing his eyes and asking in a whisper, “You’ll keep me safe?”
“In whatever ways I can.” Viggo answered all the questions implied in his deepest voice, the rumble vibrating against Elijah’s body. “Including from scary thunderstorms,” he teased.
“I know it’s silly. I know it’s childish, and I know I should have grown out of it years ago, but they frighten me.”
“I’m sorry for laughing at you,” Viggo said. He wished they did not have so far to go, so he might stop the truck and properly soothe Elijah. “Do not fear yet, Elijah. The storm has miles to travel before it gets to us. We won’t notice its effects for awhile yet.”
Taking a deep breath, Elijah calmed himself. “You- you didn’t laugh at me, you tried to make me laugh at myself, at my fear. That’s not a bad thing, I just- I just can’t about this.”
“That’s all right,” Viggo murmured, finding a knot in Elijah’s neck and working it with strong fingers. “Some things scare us no matter how hard we try not to be frightened.” As Viggo’s hand stroked Elijah gently, the truck continued on down the lonesome road, Viggo always about ten miles above the posted speed limit. “If we see another five cars on this road before we get to Gurney Junction, I shall be very surprised.”
“Busy area, huh?” Elijah laid his cheek back against Viggo’s shoulder and looked down at the steering wheel, watching Viggo’s hands, his strong fingers, guiding the car safely before muttering softly, “You’re speeding.”
“I want to escape as much of the storm as possible,” Viggo said. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep while I drive? Or you can try more music to ease the time.”
Elijah considered both options for a moment before he grinned and snuggled into Viggo’s side, hand reaching out to turn up the music. He channel surfed for a while, settling for a few songs here, a few there, changing when something he did not like came on.
Viggo kept driving, most of his senses on the road, but part of them diverted by the warm body pressed against his side. He also noted the approach of the storm with a bit of consternation. The winds picked up and moved the clouds faster than he anticipated.
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Laughing a little, Viggo extracted his thumb and turned to drive onward. He slid in one of his CDs, an old selection of cowboy songs and sang happily with them.
Elijah giggled, snuggled into the corner of the car, watching Viggo. He joined in on the few songs he did know, but mostly watched Viggo as he sang. “Your face is made for smiling, did you know that?”
“And I’ve even got the wrinkles to prove it,” Viggo said, his smile deepening even further.
Leaning over, Elijah pressed kisses to the laugh lines up Viggo’s face. “Makes you even sexier.”
“Liar,” Viggo said, sounding pleased and embarrassed all at once. “I’m just an average guy, who paints and writes really weird crap.”
“I’m being totally serious. When you smile, you are a hundred times sexier than when you’re not smiling.”
“Oh, well, everyone looks better when they smile. I always smile at anyone who smiles at me... even birds and lizards.”
“It’s more than that with you, Vig... some people look sexy when they brood... some people make foreboding really sexy... you have an incredibly sexy smile.” Elijah kissed his smile lines again.
“Oh, I do a lot of brooding,” Viggo said. “Artistic type, you know.” He steadfastly refused to take what Elijah said about his smile seriously, teasing him instead.
Elijah shook his head and nibbled Viggo’s ear for a moment. “I’ll make you believe me... eventually.” And he leaned back against the seat again, watching Viggo.
“I do believe you, Elijah,” Viggo said. He glanced at his passenger briefly, looking over his youthful face. “I just refuse to let myself get egotistical about it.” He winked once and then pulled off on to a small gravel road. “A few miles to a nice little reservoir and some trees.”
Elijah shook his head. “It’s not egotistical to know that your lover thinks you’re sexy, Viggo.”
“You’ve got to learn not to take me seriously,” Viggo said, his trademark smile appearing again.
Not responding in words, Elijah just started pressing kisses to those beautiful smile lines again.
Viggo stopped the car, put on the brake and quickly turned to kiss Elijah, nipping his lips lightly. “I think you and I may be here awhile, eh?”
“Be here awhile? Whatever do you mean? I don’t think I’m going to ever stop being here, if here is admiring you...”
Viggo snorted a little laugh, grabbed their lunch and hopped out. He kicked off his boots and strolled toward the trees without looking to see if Elijah followed him.
Giggling hard, Elijah got out of the car and shouldered his bag before catching up with Viggo. Taking his hand he looked around, smiling at their picnic sight. “Very pretty, Vig... rather romantic too.”
Viggo just smiled at him and found a nice grassy area under an old willow to sit. He pulled Elijah down next to him gently and wrapped a friendly arm around him. “It’s perfect.”
Elijah sighed happily and leaned against Viggo’s side, snuggling in somewhat, but leaving their hands free to eat. “It’s lovely.” He smiled and looked around at the view. “Where is your home ... like can you point towards it?”
Viggo searched the area for a split second and then pointed without any doubt. “There. Henry says I have a homing beacon inside me. No matter how far away I am, I always know where home is...”
Elijah sighed wishfully and laid his head on Viggo’s arm, saying softly, “Treasure that gift and that knowledge my friend, never ever forget how amazing it is.”
“I already do,” Viggo said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Elijah’s hair. “I hope you find a place to call home someday.”
Elijah did not answer, not wanting to pressure Viggo more than he already was, but he smiled hopefully, as he thought that Viggo might be able to give him a home.
“Eat your lunch,” Viggo said softly, opening his own and digging out the sandwich. “And trust me, these will be the best sandwiches you ever ate.”
Elijah grinned a little. “You think so?” Taking his own he opened it slowly, lifting one of the halves to his mouth and taking a slow bite. He chewed painfully slowly as he considered the sandwich.
Viggo rolled his eyes and took a large bite of his, enjoying the way little chunks fell messily out the back. Only a sandwich stuffed full of goodness rated highly in his book. Especially chicken salad. “ Tell me that’s not the best you ever had!”
Finally swallowing, Elijah did npt say a word, but his bright smile let Viggo know just how wonderful he found the sandwich.
Viggo laughed at the smile and offered him some of his sandwich. “This is my absolute favorite in the world.”
Elijah took a small bite, and after giving it the same consideration he grinned up at Viggo. “I think I can see why.”
“Good.” Viggo leaned back against the trunk of the tree, considering the distance with half closed eyes and munching in quiet contentment. He always felt at ease here, even in his more uncertain moments. And right now, a lot of things felt uncertain.
Elijah sensed Viggo’s need for quiet and was perfectly happy to eat the wonderfully fresh food and watch the beautiful scenery until his companion felt like talking again.
“Apple?” Viggo asked, pulling them out of his bag. He held one out to Elijah, not looking away from the scene, but letting the arm around his companion tighten slightly.
Elijah took a bite of the apple from Viggo’s fingers.
“I knew you would do that,” Viggo said with deep amusement. He took a bite himself, taking out a much larger chunk, before offering more to Elijah. “So... Frodo?”
Elijah took another bite, chewing and swallowing before replying, “Yes?” He cocked his head to the side questioningly. “What do you want to know about him?”
“I guess nothing that you haven’t answered a thousand times before,” Viggo said thoughtfully, taking another bite with a satisfying crunch. “It’s just... you’re a famous figure, and I know absolutely nothing about you. It’s a strange feeling, having so many people know so much more about you.”
“So ask me, love... I don’t mind telling you what I’ve told many before, and also what I have told no one.”
“I don’t really want to bombard you with questions about the very thing you seek refuge from,” Viggo said with wistful tone. “It can wait... except, who will you tell about us?”
“I’ll probably tell my sister first... I can’t wait for you to meet her.” He grinned a little strangely. “But Han and I are close, she’ll know that something happened...” He smiled and kissed Viggo’s palm. “Close friends, Sean for starts... I admit to having problems working out how he’s gonna react.”
“Who, Sean or Han? Is that short for something?” He rubbed Elijah’s smaller fingers.
“Han, short for Hannah. I know how she’ll react, she’ll be pleased as punch, as long as you continue to make me happy... if you ever stopped, then god help you. It’s Sean I don’t know about. He’s... protective of me.”
“Is he your brother?” Viggo asked, trying to picture what Elijah’s siblings might look like.
Elijah grinned. “Of the soul maybe? But no, he’s Sean Astin. He played Samwise to my Frodo...” Elijah’s smiled became full of fond memories. “We... bonded... the first moment we met, and it’s never lessened.”
The smile sent a spark of warmth through Viggo, even though it was not directed at him. “ I’d like to meet them both. Anyone else?”
“My fellow hobbits, Billy and Dom... Orli is bound to ask... I’ll tell him too. We... there was a lot of real bonding on Rings you know. Did- did you notice that tattoo I have?”
“Yes, I did... in the mirror.” He reached out to rub a little at Elijah’s hip. “But at the time, I didn’t really think to ask... nor consider it my business.”
“All the actors of the fellowship got one... it’s elven... means nine. There were nine in the fellowship...” He snuggled into Viggo and sighed. “We’re not all the best of friends, but between all of us, we manage to stay in contact.”
“Sounds like the whole experience was special to you,” Viggo said, raking his fingers through Elijah’s short hair. “Do they know about this?”
“About Jordan?” He shook his head. “No, just my sister and Sean.” He made a little cooing noise, almost a purr and snuggled closer into Viggo in pleasure. “Keep doing that?”
The fingers slid up to curl through Elijah’s hair even more deeply. “Its hard to unite the image I had of you only yesterday- a penniless, lost teenager- with everything you’ve told me since then.”
“Do you rather Jordan- penniless, lost and a child? He could never be an emotional equal you know... Within me, Jordan will always been a teenager.” He let his head move with Viggo’s motions, relaxing happily under the stroking touches.
“I don’t know that Elijah is any different,” Viggo said simply. “Do you?” His fingers paused momentarily in the soft hair and then slid down to caress the base of Elijah’s neck.
“I don’t know if he is at the moment or not... I just know he can grow. I- I want him to grow and develop... I don’t know if I can let Jordan change. He’s... a static part of me. Something that I’ve depended on for a long time... I don’t think he can change. I- I think I have to move away from him. I don’t know if I can ever give him up completely.”
Viggo nodded a little and put the remains of the apple away. “No wonder you needed to get away for awhile. Sounds like you have a lot of thinking to do.” He pulled out his cookie and broke off a piece, offering it to Elijah.
“More thinking than I know how to start. I don’t know where to start.” He sighed. “I don’t seem to have an angle of attack for any of the different thoughts and issues I’m trying to work out. And it’s getting really confusing, more confusing as my... as I give them more importance... as sorting me out becomes more and more important.” Elijah sighed and shook his head. “Does any of that make sense?” Needing to keep himself from babbling for a few moments, Elijah took the cookie and started chewing.
Nibbling his own piece of cookie for a moment, Viggo finally said, “I think getting out of the limelight for awhile sounds like a good start. When you’re not with anybody who expects anything out of you, whoever you really are may be free to emerge.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Of course, I really have no idea. When I get confused or lost, I go back to a blank canvas and let it guide me.”
Elijah smiled at his mental picture of Viggo emerging from a color splattered canvas with a ‘that’s better now’ expression on his face. “You have found something that brings you back to yourself. I- I guess I need to find my anchor.”
Viggo hugged Elijah with his arm and then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll do what I can to help you, Elijah, even if that’s only keeping out of your way.”
Elijah swung around so he straddled Viggo’s lap and looked deeply into his eyes, asking softly, “And what if helping is getting in my way? Perhaps even being a part of that anchor?”
Two strong, warm hands reached up and cupped Elijah’s face gently, as Viggo kissed him with a gentle flick of tongue. Their mouths parted with equal care and the softest of wet sounds. “Hopefully, I will be up to the task.”
“I hope we both will.” Sighing softly, Elijah pressed their foreheads together, pressing a feather light kiss to Viggo’s lips. “We should get going, huh?”
A low chuckle shook Viggo’s chest. “I’m afraid so, though I would happily stay here longer if we had time.” He ran the tips of his fingers over the curve of Elijah’s left earlobe, before carding through the black hair again.
Elijah purred deep in the back of his throat and sighed, relaxing more against Viggo. “You’re not making it easier to leave, love... you know that don’t you?” Elijah’s lips nibbled butterfly like at Viggo’s neck.
“So I see.” Viggo allowed Elijah to remain where he was for a little while longer, his hands still working over the curves of his skull and then down his neck. Regretfully, he stirred and scooted Elijah off his lap. “There will be time to do this when we get to my ranch. We can find a place under the elm and sit there for an entire day if you want.”
Elijah pouted at Viggo for moving him, but his tone was wistful, “Sounds like heaven.” Standing, Elijah stretched tall, his back and neck making several loud crackles and pops, and smiled at Viggo beatifically. “That’s better!”
“I think I’ll also make use of the massage table Exene gave me several years back and work those kinks out of your back. If you keep making those terrible noises, you’re going to ruin your posture.” He shook his head and rose gracefully. Picking up their bags, he headed for the truck. “By the way, we’re going to pass through exactly one more town before we get to my ranch, so speak now if you need anything.”
“Um... Can we just stop and looked around, even if I don’t get anything?” Taking Viggo’s hand, Elijah walked beside him, looking around. “It really is beautiful, we need to come back here some time.”
Viggo glanced down at their joined hands and smiled a little goofily. Nobody had held his hand in that manner for a long time. His fingers squeezed Elijah’s affectionately. “Yes, we should.” Opening to passenger door, he paused to regard Elijah for a moment and then let go to walk around to his own side.
Elijah did not let go of Viggo’s hand, in fact, he tugged him a little closer, going to his toes to press a sweet kiss to Viggo’s lips. “Thank you.” And he kissed Viggo again, asking softly, “Did you know you taste better than the finest wines... and are more intoxicating?”
“Corny,” Viggo said, though he looked pleased. In thanks, he kissed Elijah again, this time letting his hands wander and caress Elijah’s back and down to the firm curve of his ass.
“You like me corny!” Elijah grinned shyly up at Viggo, before snuggling into his chest for several long moments. “Oh... so comfortable.” He wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck and went to his toes, sharing several more kisses with Viggo. “I guess we should get into the car or something, right?”
“Yes.” Viggo’s voice sounded husky and distracted. He held Elijah to him for another moment, before disentangling himself and making sure to stride away firmly. Climbing into the truck, he waited for Elijah to buckle his belt.
Elijah took several long breaths before letting out a particularly long sigh and getting into the truck, control restored and good feelings flowing again. Buckling up he leant back, relaxing against the car door and grinned at Viggo. “That was really nice... but you know what we forgot? The pie!”
“Do you want it now?” Viggo asked, holding his stomach dramatically. “I’m not sure I can manage more than a few bites. How about we stop and have it as a snack along the way?”
Elijah just grinned. “Sounds like a plan... cause no, I don’t want or need anything more to eat.” His grin twisted a little and he started fiddling with the radio, finding an old country music station and singing along at the top of his lungs, completely off key and loving it.
Viggo drove back to the main road, trying not to laugh as Elijah butchered a version of “Ghost Riders in the Sky.” He pulled back on the pavement in time to join in on a chorus.
Elijah grinned and kept singing at the top of his lungs, tapping the beat with his fingers on the dash and generally being very silly.
“You’re beautiful,” Viggo said impulsively when the song ended. “May I still photograph you? I won’t try to sell them... they’ll just be for me...for us.”
Elijah looked up at Viggo through his lashes shyly and nodded just a little. “If you want to.” He leaned into Viggo and kissed his cheek. “I... I trust you. If you wanted to sell them, I wouldn’t mind. I don’t mind friends getting ahead.”
“I might want to put them in one of my photography shows, if that is all right. I wouldn’t advertise that you were part of the event, though. I don’t want to use your name to get ahead.” He reached out and placed a warm hand on Elijah’s thigh, rubbing gently.
Elijah grinned and placed his hand over Viggo’s, twining their fingers together. “You’re so warm.” He shuffled over a little, pressing their sides together. “It’s like you radiate heat. I wouldn’t mind that... not at all.” He grinned a little more and snuggled right up into Viggo’s side.
“I am? Viggo asked in soft surprise. He laughed a little at the idea of himself as a human radiator and rubbed Elijah’s thigh a little more, not taking his eyes off the road. “I guess you must be used to having your picture taken. Do you enjoy it as a rule?”
“It totally depends on the photographer... it really does. Some of them treat whoever they are photographing as if they are a person, talking, making them comfortable. Others think you’re a slab of meat for their consumption. Those shoots I don’t like... the first kind are mostly enjoyable. I’m used to it more than I enjoy it really.”
“Ah.” Viggo nodded in understanding and kept his eyes on the deserted road ahead of them. Around them, endless fields of mostly natives and weeds stretched under the mostly cloudless sky. “Well, it was just an idea... I get them a lot.” His eyes shifted to the West, where a bank of clouds began to build a bit menacingly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we got another thunderstorm in a few hours.”
Elijah shuddered a little. “I don’t like storms.” He shook his head and returned to the earlier subject, not wanting to think about the thunder. “I think I would enjoy you taking pictures of me... but you’d have to promise the... the ones I really enjoyed” --there was a deliberately sexual tone, although teasing, in Elijah’s voice-- “would never been seen by anyone but the two of us.” He grinned a little wicked smile before nuzzling Viggo’s neck, making it clear what kind of pictures he was talking about.
Laughter bubbled from Viggo’s chest. “I have never taken photographs of that kind, honestly. I fear they would be cheesy rather than sexy.” He shifted a little away from the distraction of Elijah’s nuzzling, not wanting to lose his concentration again.
Elijah laughed softly, stopping the nuzzling to lay his cheek comfortably against Viggo’s shoulder. “I don’t know... we could try and see what happened... if you wanted to... I’ve never done anything like that... always been too afraid that someone might find them.”
“Is that all that stopped you?” Viggo asked, wondering who offered or asked Elijah to pose. He glanced over once, his steel eyes assessing Elijah purely as a model. A little small to be considered traditionally sexy with a soft face and full lips, but those eyes made up for any multitude of sins, even as they invited participation in a multitude of sins.
“Not... not completely... I- I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea... with the person, I guess is more accurate to say.” Looking up at Viggo through his lashes, Elijah smiled a little. “Not a problem with you... isn’t that odd? I’d known him longer, but I trust you much more.”
Without pause, a smile lit up Viggo’s features. “I feel the same way about you, obviously.” His fingers rubbed Elijah’s leg muscle and squeezed his smaller hand. “There’s something special about this... something that logically, we should both be questioning... but I really don’t want to question. I like the warm, right feeling you give me without needing to know why.”
In the distance, a flash of lightening lit up the mountains, followed a moment later by a murmured roll of thunder.
Elijah shivered unpleasantly at the sound, pressing himself closer to Viggo, hiding his face in Viggo’s shoulder, although it did nothing to hide his fear. “I hate thunderstorms.” He shivered again, feeling much colder suddenly, although the temperature in the car had not changed at all.
“Hush,” Viggo said softly, his arm slipping up to wrap around Elijah’s shoulders. “You are safe with me, Elijah.” He kissed soft hairs and then returned his eyes to the road. “I’ll hold you when the storm comes.”
Elijah glued himself to as much of Viggo as he could and not get in the way of Viggo’s driving, closing his eyes and asking in a whisper, “You’ll keep me safe?”
“In whatever ways I can.” Viggo answered all the questions implied in his deepest voice, the rumble vibrating against Elijah’s body. “Including from scary thunderstorms,” he teased.
“I know it’s silly. I know it’s childish, and I know I should have grown out of it years ago, but they frighten me.”
“I’m sorry for laughing at you,” Viggo said. He wished they did not have so far to go, so he might stop the truck and properly soothe Elijah. “Do not fear yet, Elijah. The storm has miles to travel before it gets to us. We won’t notice its effects for awhile yet.”
Taking a deep breath, Elijah calmed himself. “You- you didn’t laugh at me, you tried to make me laugh at myself, at my fear. That’s not a bad thing, I just- I just can’t about this.”
“That’s all right,” Viggo murmured, finding a knot in Elijah’s neck and working it with strong fingers. “Some things scare us no matter how hard we try not to be frightened.” As Viggo’s hand stroked Elijah gently, the truck continued on down the lonesome road, Viggo always about ten miles above the posted speed limit. “If we see another five cars on this road before we get to Gurney Junction, I shall be very surprised.”
“Busy area, huh?” Elijah laid his cheek back against Viggo’s shoulder and looked down at the steering wheel, watching Viggo’s hands, his strong fingers, guiding the car safely before muttering softly, “You’re speeding.”
“I want to escape as much of the storm as possible,” Viggo said. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep while I drive? Or you can try more music to ease the time.”
Elijah considered both options for a moment before he grinned and snuggled into Viggo’s side, hand reaching out to turn up the music. He channel surfed for a while, settling for a few songs here, a few there, changing when something he did not like came on.
Viggo kept driving, most of his senses on the road, but part of them diverted by the warm body pressed against his side. He also noted the approach of the storm with a bit of consternation. The winds picked up and moved the clouds faster than he anticipated.
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More up soon!
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This enthusiastic FB makes me bouncy and happy! Thanks for letting us know that you like our work!
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Actually, I released in unbetaed form for the slashababy Christmas fic! It was a bit different and messy in the unbetaed form. This is definitely better!
Saki thanks ya for the FB!
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