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New: Hitchhiker 8/8 (Elijah/Viggo) [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. this did not turn out to be quite as long as intially I thought it would, due to some cuts I made during beta work. So, its actually going to be eight parts, with this one the last! 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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Elijah retuned the kiss and then after that lovely statement had to give one of his own. “Thank you... I hope to.” He smiled and with a ‘what the hell’ grin, kissed Viggo again, muttering against Viggo’s mouth, “I think I’m addicted to your lips.”
“Sorry, they have to stay where they are,” Viggo said. “However, I may be able to mold you some replicas out of plaster.” He offered Elijah another kiss and then started the chair rocking.
Elijah laughed. “No, no! I want the real things... I guess I’ll have to lug the rest of you around with them. Well... honestly, that’s not so bad... there are other parts of you I would be just as happy to get addicted to.”
“Really?” Viggo rumbled. He gathered Elijah closer and rocked faster. “I can’t imagine what those might be.”
“Maybe if you ask very nicely... I’ll tell you.” Closing his eyes, Elijah gloried in the wonderful embrace and purred.
“You sound like an overgrown house cat.” Viggo slipped his hands under Elijah’s shirt to warm there and trace patterns on his pale skin.
Elijah shivered pleasantly at the caresses, whispering against Viggo’s neck, “Vig, where’s our bedroom?”
“Upstairs,” Viggo said with a light kiss to Elijah’s shoulder.
Elijah nibbled his way along Viggo’s jaw towards his chin. “Wanna show me?”
“I might be persuaded,” Viggo murmured, tilting his head upward, “if you make a convincing enough argument.” He stilled the rocker, too focused on Elijah’s actions to remember to keep it in motion.
Elijah nibbled his way to the tip of Viggo’s chin, the tip of his tongue learning the cleft slowly before making his way up to Viggo’s lips for a long lingering kiss. He then kissed and nibbled his way down, before starting to lick and nip his way up the other side of Viggo’s jaw. “Convincing? Whatever could convince you?”
Viggo tilted Elijah down and kissed him more passionately, nearly knocking them both out of the chair. His tongue found a soft spot just beneath Elijah’s and laved the area repeatedly. He stood up slowly, lifting Elijah with him and not breaking their mouths apart until his lungs screamed for air.
Elijah purred, wrapping himself like a monkey around Viggo, holding onto his lover tightly as they kissed, kissed until spots dancing before his eyes from lack of air. Finally, the amazing kissed stopped, but to Elijah’s surprise, the sensations did not fade at all.
The stairs seemed to last forever, as Viggo carried Elijah up them toward their bedroom. He never broke his eye lock with his young lover, captured by the dazed happiness he found there. Instinct alone steered him safely down the hall and into his bedroom, where he laid Elijah on the bed.
“Uh... here we are...” For the first time, Viggo sounded nervous.
Elijah knew he should look around, he should tell Viggo how beautiful the room was, but his eyes could not be forced away from Viggo’s face. They just moved from watching Viggo’s kissable and kissed lips, to gazing into his eyes, watching the expressions that flirted across Viggo’s face. Instinctively he reached out for Viggo, wanting to draw his lover closer. “Beautiful.”
“You didn’t even look around,” Viggo said, but he did not object further, stretching out to lie beside Elijah on the bed. He placed a hand on a flat, firm stomach and rubbed, remembering how Elijah enjoyed that sensation.
“Can’t seem to look away from you...” Elijah’s body arched and pushed up, pressing against Viggo’s hand more firmly, shivering at the delicious sensations. “Ohoh!” His hands reached out for Viggo’s shoulder, caressing and stroking the strong muscles through Viggo’s shirt. “Want you.”
“I want you, as well,” Viggo said, seeking the feel of warm skin beneath Elijah’s clothes. He edged down to press soft kisses on the curve of Elijah’s neck, taking his time and examining each spot thoroughly before moving on.
Small, nimble fingers slid down Viggo’s back and then up it again, but this time they were underneath the layers of clothing separating them, stroking the warm skin with strong fingers that caressed lovingly. “What do you want, Vig? Tell me just how you want us to be...” He smiled, fingers digging into the small of Viggo’s back slightly. “Let me make fantasy come true?”
“I just... long to know every inch of you,” Viggo said with a lazy kiss and lick at the pulse beating strong beneath warm skin. “I want to spend hours just exploring... touching you... no rush... no hurry... just us.”
“Just us...” Elijah’s agreement was spoken on a blissful exhale. “Just Viggo and Elijah... and time.” Elijah smiled, as he started pushing Viggo’s top up over his head. “Too many clothes.”
In response, Viggo removed his shirt the rest of the way and casually tossed it in the hamper. He returned to his ministrations to Elijah’s neck, still preoccupied with his pulse point and collarbone. “Yes, Elijah... the real one.”
Elijah’s hands swept over Viggo’s back in long, lingering caresses. The contact between them was intoxicating. “Real Elijah... really here... don’t leave... please? Stay with me? Please?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Viggo mumbled against the hem of Elijah’s shirt. He nuzzled around it for a moment, before tugging at the bottom restlessly in an obvious appeal. His mouth still found new places to suck on as he did, complicating the entire procedure.
Sitting slightly, Elijah pulled his top up over his head and threw it in the same general direction Viggo had thrown his own. He smiled down at Viggo, before threading his fingers through the thick hair, tugging lightly. “Vig? I... I wanna kiss you? Please?”
Viggo slid upwards to catch Elijah’s mouth, letting him set the pace for the kiss. His hands found the bareness of a smooth back and tried to memorize every ridge. The softness of Elijah’s skin soothed his own work roughened hands. He hummed softly into the kiss in pleasure at the ability to touch Elijah.
Elijah’s own moans and whimpers of need and desire were lost in Viggo’s mouth. He kept kissing Viggo, exploring slowly, sensually and lovingly. When each kiss broke for a breath, it was all Elijah could do not to complain. And he could not do anything but press their lips together again.
The obvious neediness in Elijah’s demand for kisses only heightened the tenderness Viggo felt. His body urged a faster pace, but he disregarded the idea for the sheer pleasure of giving Elijah what he wanted. He could not pull away from the pouty, lip-swollen mouth anymore than he could command the earth to stop rotating on its axis. He met every new demand with determination to exceed his previous efforts, even if he eventually passed out from lack of breath.
Elijah was drowning-- drowning in Viggo, drowning in his kisses and contrary to popular belief, drowning was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. His whole body felt heavy, swollen with blood, just as his cock was swollen and rubbing uncomfortably against his pants. He was not thinking as he pushed and pulled at the restrictive pants, but sighed with pleasure into Viggo’s mouth when they were gone.
Viggo’s hands discovered the newly bared skin instantly and started an expedition up and down nicely muscled legs. His brain lagged behind, dimwitted by desire and pleasure. Eventually, Viggo figured out he might want to get rid of the material restricting his own legs and groin. A series of wild kicks and sensual wriggles later, a pair of blue jeans hit the floor.
Elijah was not sure if it was the wriggles or the wild kicks, but Viggo’s motions made him giggle into their kiss for several moments. It was good amusement, an overpowering joy and pleasure from being in Viggo’s arms, touching and exploring.
“Are you laughing at me?” Viggo said, his lips ghosting over Elijah’s as he spoke. He scooted down from the addictive mouth to discover what other wonders might await him. His first exploration led to the discovery of a ticklish spot just below Elijah’s left ear, which he mercilessly exploited.
Elijah squirmed under Viggo, giggling and pushing at Viggo’s shoulders rather ineffectually. Finally, he scrunched a little and started nibbling on Viggo’s shoulders happily, purring in pleasure at Viggo’s taste.
Tilting his head to listen to Elijah’s purr, Viggo lifted his head to rumble back at him in equal happiness. He continued his slow meander down Elijah’s torso, until he came to a nipple. For a moment, he eyed the spot and then his tongue bathed the surrounding area teasingly. When his mouth finally touched its target, he latched on and sucked, humming softly.
Elijah’s fingers dug into the small of Viggo’s back again, his teeth biting and nipping a little sharper at Viggo’s shoulder. His head twisted down at a strange angle so he did not lose the connection to Viggo’s skin. His movements under Viggo were uncontrolled as he ground their bodies together for several long breathless moments, moaning his pleasure.
Fighting not to bite into Elijah’s nipple, Viggo lifted his head and nudged at Elijah’s cheek until he could kiss him. He surged back up to rest over his lover, letting their bodies line up.
Elijah’s legs wrapped around Viggo’s body in an attempt to bring their bodies into even more perfect alignment. “Vig... I...” He took a deep breath before trying again, “Won’t... last long.”
“We’ve barely started,” Viggo said, sucking on Elijah’s lower lip afterward. His hands wrapped around thin hips and pulled them into a slower rhythm, wanting to make it last.
Elijah did his best to relax a little, thinking about cold showers and running naked in the snow, anything that cooled his arousal, pushed him back from the very brink. His breathing slowed a little. “Sorry... I... I was having a little trouble.”
“I don’t consider my ability to make you lose control as troublesome,” Viggo murmured. He stopped moving and stroked Elijah’s hair. “What do you want me to do, hmmm?”
“Feel as good as I do right now?” Elijah was still a little breathless, but in a good way, as he caught Viggo’s lips for a lingering kiss. “To feel... that’s what I want us to do.”
“I do,” Viggo answered, kissing him again, wetly and with a soft sucking sound. He rolled them over so Elijah lay on top. The newly exposed skin of Elijah’s ass and back received extra caresses, as Viggo stroked incessantly.
Elijah sat up a little, looking down at Viggo with a smile of pure sexual enjoyment. “Beautiful!” He lowered his head to take a flat, but succulent looking, nipple into his mouth and suck firmly on.
The cry of pure delight could not be stifled, and Viggo did not even try. His body arched up automatically, trying to increase the contact. Hands clenched at Elijah’s ass, pulling them flush with each other.
Elijah grinned and increased the force of his sucking, fingers coming up to play with the nipple he was not tormenting with his mouth. He sucked and licked, fingers doing their best to give the same sensations to the other nipple, lost in Viggo’s enjoyment.
“Elijah!” Viggo managed the one word before the rest dissolved into meaningless cries of delight and need. He thrust harder into Elijah, his own control lost.
Elijah loved every moment and movement of Viggo’s lost control. Adored the wildness in his lover’s reaction, needed it. Their bodies moved as one, and Viggo’s wild reaction sent Elijah to the limits of his own control once more. Several long moments of sucking and playing with Viggo’s nipples later, Elijah was ready to spill on Viggo’s groin, if Viggo did the same for him.
Nothing could save or stop Viggo now. He buried his face in the crook of Elijah’s neck and muffled his cries as he orgasmed long and hard over his lover. His hips snapped up in response to the lovely sensations, rubbing him against Elijah.
Elijah purred and moaned, grinding down powerfully as he took a careful bite at Viggo’s blood hardened nipple, sucking on it for a lingering moment even as he ground his own hips down with a need that was not going to be stemmed a second time.
Viggo continued to move against Elijah, wanting to give him an equal release. His own limbs trembled a bit with satiated release, but he forced them to keep moving.
With a desperate call, Elijah came, his seed spilling between then and over them both as he shuddered and shook, calling to Viggo over and over again.
“Well,” Viggo sighed on a long exhale, “that’s not exactly how I envisioned this.” He caressed Elijah’s already mussed hair and rubbed the back of his skull tenderly. “You make me as uncontrolled as a teenager.”
Elijah’s grin was a combination of amused and bashful. “Is that a bad thing?” Turning his head, Elijah let his weight settle on Viggo fully, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“No.” Viggo sighed contentedly and caressed Elijah’s back in long, slow strokes. “Want to take a bath, once I manage to get up?”
“Hmmm... a bath? Warm water all around us? Sounds heavenly...” Elijah snuggled deeper into Viggo’s chest. “But... I was thinking... a nap might be in order before my legs are going to function again.”
“A nap?” Viggo teased. “At your age? Shouldn’t you already be craving another go?” His mouth lifted in a teasing grin. “Besides, we’re going to glue together if we don’t move soon.”
Elijah giggled and nipped at Viggo’s chin. “Well, when you put it that way...” He laughed and shook his head, slowly pulling away, sweaty skin separating with wet noise as Elijah stood. “Show me the way?”
Viggo followed Elijah up as if magnetically drawn to him. He took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where an old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub awaited. “Big enough to hold three or four people... if you were into that sort of thing.”
Elijah snickered, leaning back against Viggo and shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have thought about it... does that mean you were or are into such things?”
“I’ve experimented with various combinations,” Viggo said vaguely. “I was married to a rocker, you know.” He filled the bath with warm water and then gestured to an assortment of bottles on a shelf nearby. “Do you like a little something extra in your bath? Salts? Bubbles? Bath bombs?”
“Sounds like you’ve got some stories to tell me... while we enjoy our bath...” Elijah headed over to the shelf and started sniffing the different offerings. “Ohhh! I like this oil! It’s very... soothing...” He carried it over to the bath and bent over to sprinkle the bath oil into the water generously.
Viggo slipped into the warmth with a sigh of contentment, toeing off the faucet. He looked up at Elijah and slid his legs apart to let the younger man sit between them. “Exene liked to party, and so did I, until Henry unexpectedly came into our lives.”
Elijah headed away from the bath, putting the bottle of oil away. He stepped into the tub and settled himself against Viggo, his back pressed to Viggo’s chest, leaning against him comfortably. “What’s the most extreme thing you ever did before Henry?”
“That depends on what you mean,” Viggo said. “I tried cocaine and heroin when all rock stars did that... woke up once in a ditch with a split lip and no memory of how the Hell I got there. I never tried it again.”
Elijah made an ‘ew’ face and noise. “Glad to hear it. Drugs... well they are badness, I think.” Shaking his head, Elijah took one of Viggo’s hands and wove their fingers together. “What about something that you enjoyed?”
“Something extreme that I enjoyed?” Viggo thought about it for awhile and then shook his head. “Until Henry came along, I was willing to try anything- threesomes, a bit of bondage, trading partners... but a lot of it seemed cheap later on. Not that I didn’t enjoy the physical pleasure...”
“Want to hear my answer? The most extreme thing I have ever done that I enjoyed was bungy jumping off a bridge with Orli in Queenstown.”
“That counts?” Viggo asked, his mouth suddenly pushed outward in a slight pout. “I could have explained the scar on my lip or how I am missing half of one of my front teeth if that counted as extreme. Although, I’d be lying about enjoying it.”
“Whatever counts as extreme to your everyday life... although it is fascinating hearing about your sexual exploits... so do feel free to continue...” Elijah giggled and twisted around to kiss Viggo’s pout.
“I haven’t done anything like that in a long time, Elijah... until I picked you up off the lonely highway. My deciding to do that surprised me. Even now, my choice still surprises me.”
“So I’m your enjoyable extreme thing?” Elijah looked both amused and kind of pleased at the idea and did not resist the desire to kiss Viggo again. “Why thank you, kind sir.”
“You’re laughing at me again,” Viggo said, his voice low and rumbly.
“Not really... I’m laughing at the idea that I’m extreme to anyone, particularly someone who was married to a punk rocker.”
“You’re much more dangerous,” Viggo said quietly. “In Exene’s world, the more extreme you were, the better. I don’t really value what some people call morals, but I do value the truth. We never had to hide anything from each other or the world. You hid from me the very first moment I met you.”
“And that hiding? That makes me dangerous?” Elijah tried to wrap his brain around an idea that seemed rather odd to him.
“Dangerous to me, yes,” Viggo said, “if we end up wanting to make this something lasting. Is that what you want, Elijah?”
“The more I am with you, the longer you are around me... the more comfortable and amazed I am about being here, finding you. And the less I want to give that up. Ever.”
“I’m glad. I just want to warn you that I’m not good at hiding and don’t like doing it. “ He swept his hands over Elijah’s sides and then up to his face, stroking with a serious expression. “I think you may be worth the effort.”
“You do?” Elijah’s face showed an almost frightening vulnerability. “I- I would love you to- to think I’m worth it.”
Everything in Viggo, from his expression to his insides softened at the hope and longing on Elijah’s face and in his eyes. He traced a path from brow to lips before replacing his fingers with his mouth.
Elijah pressed his lips to Viggo’s almost shyly, blushing a little as his arms tightened around Viggo, his hands stroking up and down Viggo’s back.
“You do not need to be so unsure of yourself, Elijah,” Viggo breathed as their mouths parted slightly. “You already make me contemplate things I never would have dreamed of yesterday.”
“Yes, I do... because even now, you really have no idea what that will mean, Viggo... You... my world... I- I want you at my side, but you’d hate my world. I... it wouldn’t like you that much... well, that’s not true... the tabloids would love you.”
“And everyone else would hate me,” Viggo said softly. “They would think I was after you for your money or your fame... something like that...” He regarded Elijah for a long, quiet moment. “You did have to choose my road for hitchhiking on.”
“The people that matter to me... they won’t hate you. They will be thankful that you make me happy, after the whole grilling you like a fourth of July hot dog. It’s the press, the public... they’re fickle.”
“And the studios. I’m sure they won’t want any press that might go against their movie.” Viggo nuzzled under Elijah’s chin. “I get the feeling this is not a small endeavor we’re talking about.”
“No love, it’s not... it’s bloody huge.” Elijah slumped and sighed. “I guess I understand if you want to change your mind. I don’t want you to, but I’d understand.”
“I am not accustomed to running just because things may be difficult,” Viggo said. “I would hardly have persevered at becoming an artist if I gave up easily.” He kissed the down turned lips gently. “All right?”
“I’m counting on that. Being a visible part of my life means being in the fire. I- I think you have the strength, more than I, to deal with my world and not lose yourself.”
“I hope you are right,” Viggo said, holding Elijah gently to him. “There is nothing to do but find out, now is there?”
“Does it sound odd that just knowing you’re willing to try... makes me as giddy as a fan girl?”
“You know how giddy fangirls are?” Viggo teased, trying to ease the serious subject a little.
Elijah just looked at Viggo and laughed, shaking his whole body with the force of it as he leaned against his lover. Who better than Frodo to know about fangirls, giddy or otherwise.
Holding him, Viggo noted the slight hysteric al tone to his laughter and eased his nerves with a gently soothing massage to his lower back. “I guess you do.”
The giggles died away into a rueful grin that Elijah directed up at Viggo. “Kinda...” He sighed leaning even more against Viggo in pleasure.
“I feel like I’m wearing an oversized rug,” Viggo complained mildly, not really minding Elijah’s sprawl. “Want to go sit under that tree tomorrow?”
“That tree? The one we picnicked at? Or just a random tree?”
“The one I told you about this afternoon,” Viggo scolded. “I mentioned we could just lay under it and do nothing all day. Remember? Alternatively, you could just sit there and gather your thoughts, if you want.”
“Ohhh... lay under the tree together and do nothing all of tomorrow? Please?” He bounced a little, looking up at Viggo hopefully, even nuzzling Viggo’s chin for a moment.
Viggo laughed, his chest rocking Elijah’s frame. “I already said yes. Not that I mind the nuzzling and other assorted begging.”
Elijah giggled before whispering into Viggo’s ear, “The begging comes later...”
“Somehow, I think I might be the one doing it, too,” Viggo said. His hands slid up to cup Elijah’s head, as he pulled him into a kiss.
Elijah melted into the kiss, his tongue boldly exploring Viggo’s mouth before playfully tugging Viggo’s into his own mouth and suckling on it lightly.
The warm, demanding mouth brought out moans and growls of startled delight from Viggo. His long tongue darted even further into Elijah’s mouth, trying to wrap around everything it discovered.
Elijah’s separated their lips slightly, tongues still playing, long enough to fill his lungs again before he pressed his lips back to Viggo’s.
“You really like kissing.” Viggo breathed a few badly needed pints of oxygen into his blood, watching Elijah with hooded eyes, even as he felt his lips swell. “I’ve never had a lover so into just being kissed.”
“I don’t normally kiss so much... it’s... so- so... personal. Most people are lousy kissers anyway... at least the ones I’ve come across. You just... taste and feel so good.”
“As long as there is some sort of feeling in a kiss, I never notice if the technique is not as skilled or perfect as it might be. Some of my best kisses nearly smashed in my teeth or broke my nose.”
Elijah laughed, pressing several soft kisses to Viggo’s nose and lips. “Poor love! Evil mean bad people who try and breaks you!”
This strange baby talk combined with Elijah’s youthful looks gave Viggo a moment’s pause. Everything stopped for a moment, as he studied the other man with intense eyes. “You’re so double-edged... I have no idea what to think of you.”
“Think of me... as Elijah.” He smiled a little, pressing a soft kiss to Viggo’s cheek and wriggling, splashing some water on himself and smiling. “How do you normally think of people?”
“As adults... or not adults. Sometimes, I cannot tell which you really are.”
“Both.” Elijah admitted it without embarrassment. “Much of me... had to be adult long before my peers... so the parts of me that didn’t have to be lagged behind... that’s a part of what I- I have to... integrate.”
“Give yourself time, Elijah,” Viggo said. “It’s a big thing, getting to know a person... especially yourself. I know I found a large part of myself when Henry was born.”
Elijah looked deep into Viggo’s eyes and said very seriously, “I do hope it’s not parenthood that I am waiting for, seeing as between us there is a distinct lack of a womb.” He laughed softly at Viggo’s expression.
The expression faded away at the laughter. “There’s always adoption.” He felt a mild surge of surprise at how easily he accepted the idea that they would be together long enough to adopt.
Elijah nibbled on his lip as he thought about it. “I’ve thought about it... just a little bit... but I know I have a lot of growing up I need to do before I could be a good father... and I’m kinda hoping if I leave it for a while, it will become easier for gays to adopt. It’s still not exactly favored.”
“I did a lot of growing up when I looked into Henry’s face. I learned how to be responsible... how to care about the next day. That little mush face showed me how hollow a lot of what I did was... I wanted to be better than that.”
“Sounds like being a father is something you love a great deal.” Elijah sighed and lay his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “I lose my todays in plans of my tomorrows... I think... maybe I need to learn to live more in the moment, than always planning for tomorrow... because tomorrow is always tomorrow... it never gets here.”
“That’s what being here is best for, Elijah. Nothing to do here except bask in the moment and just be. Riding helps, too.”
Elijah gave Viggo a very sexual grin and muttered, “I bet... sorry... wrong kind of riding.” He pressed a kiss to Viggo’s shoulder almost in apology.
A snort and a scoff later, and Viggo accepted the apology with a sweet kiss. “Sex isn’t everything.”
“No... But it’s never felt this good before.” Elijah smiled at Viggo sweetly.
Forgive me my manly blushes,” Viggo said. He hugged Elijah once and then shivered a bit. “We best get out of here before we turn into two large, peach prunes...” He laughed at his own odd turn of phrase.
“Peach prunes?” Elijah snickered, but after giving Viggo one last kiss, he stood slowly, water trickling off his body as he stretched over Viggo, finally stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his body. “You are a strange one.”
Hopping out gracefully after him, Viggo removed Elijah’s towel and pulled him close. “And do you mind?” He kissed him before he could answer, tilting him backward like a dance move.
Elijah wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck, holding on tightly as he looked deep into blue eyes. “Not in the slightest, in fact... I like it.”
“Do you like to dance?” Viggo asked, his smile blinding. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out sometime, when we’re somewhere that has a dance floor.”
“Dance? I haven’t danced a whole lot... I mean... like at clubs and stuff, yeah... stood with a bunch of friends and tried to be the most insane... but... like formal one on one dancing, not much.”
Lifting them back to a standing position, Viggo laughed softly, his body thrumming with the movement. “I can teach you, if you want. Waltzes. Rumbas. Foxtrots. Tango. Anything you want. And you can teach me how to bump and grind in a room full of sweaty twenty year olds.... well, I might let you.”
Grinning up at Viggo, Elijah answered, “I’m not letting you near a room of bumping and grinding twenty-somethings... not at least until you put some clothes on.” He grinned and kissed Viggo. “But I’d like to learn from you.”
“Aren’t you a sweating, grinding twenty year old?” Viggo tugged on his hair playfully and then executed a neat little twist and spin move.
Elijah watched him, grinning. “That was good...and yes, I’m one... I am not a roomful!” He stuck his tongue out at Viggo as his lover moved. “If you don’t want me to pounce you again, I’d stop that.”
“I never said I didn’t want you to pounce on me again. And you are more than a roomful in terms of being dealt with...”
Elijah rolled his eyes and headed over to the bed, throwing himself down, watching as Viggo moved. “ Ever considered stripping or exotic dancing?”
“I did that for a few months once, when things really got bad. It was amazing how much you made in tips...” He laughed softly and suddenly swung into a bit of a wild, ass shaking salsa dance.
Elijah laughed, watching Viggo shimmy his way around, giggling and sputtering as he tried to say something. Finally he just let himself laugh, loving the mental images he was getting.
With a last little shake of his hips, he flopped on the bed by Elijah and waited for the laughter to stop. “I didn’t think I was that awful.”
“It’s not...” He giggled some more, rolling to snuggle into Viggo’s side. “More... unexpected!”
“I never had to strip though,” Viggo said, pulling Elijah to snuggle. “I got asked to a few times, but I never had that much courage.”
Elijah sat up a little and trailed his eyes down Viggo. “I don’t see why not... you have exactly nothing to be... nervous about.”
“Well, it wasn’t the equipment I was worried about,” Viggo said, his smile bright.
Elijah let his gaze travel slowly up Viggo’s body, before asking curiously, “So what was it?”
“The idea that I might fall over my underwear as I was trying to dance out of it,” Viggo said with a straight face.
Elijah looked at Viggo with a blank expression for a long moment, before pressing his face to Viggo’s shoulder, shaking them both as he laughed.
Resting his face in the wet hair, Viggo laughed with him. He collapsed back on the bed, pulling Elijah to lie beside him.
Elijah snuggled into Viggo’s side happily, finger lazily tracing a circle around Viggo’s nipple. “Strange man. But I like you this way.”
Viggo whacked Elijah’s finger gently, shooing it away from his sensitive nipple. “I also was afraid of being asked to do lap dances.”
“Would you give me a lap dance if I asked for one?” Elijah’s finger slid down Viggo’s chest until it circled Viggo’s bellybutton.
“Yes, I would. But I’d be afraid I might not do a good job. It’s been a few years.” He caught Elijah’s hand and sucked on his fingers gently.
“I’ll let you practice as much as you want!” Elijah smiled, pulling his finger away from Viggo’s mouth so he could kiss Viggo softly.
Viggo kissed back lazily, before getting a bit more demanding and caressing every inch of Elijah’s back and ass. He slipped him a few swipes of tongue.
Elijah moaned, pressing his body against Viggo’s as his tongue willingly delved into Viggo’s mouth, enjoying Viggo’s taste, relearning the soft texture he found.
“You’re sweet.” Viggo pulled back to survey Elijah’s face and then lick his nose teasingly.
“You’re... spicy... with just a hint of honey and chocolate....” Elijah smiled at Viggo.
“That’s not what I meant, but you are sweet to the taste. Sugar... licorice and a hint of cinnamon. And you, whatever you are.”
“Cloves, chocolate and chili... that’s what you remind me of... your taste... it’s not exact... just remind me of those thing.” He kissed Viggo again, tongue exploring for more of Viggo’s taste. “And a hint of honey.”
Viggo snorted and shook his head a little. “You’re crazy. I probably taste like chicken, really.”
Elijah shook his head. “Nope. And I don’t think I’m crazier than you.”
“Nobody is that crazy,” Viggo said and laughed. “At least, not wandering the streets.”
Elijah pressed his lips to Viggo’s neck, as if to kiss him, but blew a raspberry instead.
Swatting Elijah, Viggo mock scowled at him. “What was that for?”
Elijah just grinned down at Viggo. “Because it’s fun...” And he blew a trail of them down Viggo’s neck out to his shoulder, giggling.
“Yucky, Elijah slobber,” Viggo said in his baby Henry voice. “Gross. Cooties!”
Elijah tried to raspberry Viggo again, but he was snorting and laughing too hard, finally just falling onto Viggo’s chest as he laughed himself out.
“I don’t know what Henry would think if he knew I was imitating him with my new lover... think I ought to ask?” Viggo’s smile looked positively devilish.
“No... I think that would disturb him ten times more than it does me...”
“Why?” Viggo batted his eyelashes innocently.
Elijah just shook his head and kissed Viggo softly. “I think I’m falling.”
“In love?” The words came out lightly, but they masked a deep seriousness.
“Maybe I’ve already fallen... can you fall in a day?” Elijah’s voice was hushed as he asked the question softly.
“I think you can. I don’t think it happens often... its something to be treasured.” He studied Elijah’s eyes and felt overwhelmed by their depths.
Elijah gazed deeply into Viggo’s eyes, not saying anything as his lips slowly formed a happy smile. “I’m glad.”
“Is that’s what happened between us, Elijah?” He found the smooth lines on the quilt suddenly fascinating. “Is that why I’m sitting here considering trying to fit into your life, adapt to your rules... because I love you?”
“I don’t know... but... I do. I can’t seem to stop thinking about ways to integrate you into my life... wondering how I can spend time here, in your arms, even when I have to go back to work... I- I think, no, I know I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“Elijah...” Viggo kissed him sweetly, unable to find the right words, the right way to tell him. He let his mouth tell him, his hands, his body.
Melting against his lover, Elijah gave Viggo the same kind of kisses and touches, letting himself express his feelings without the words.
Eventually, Viggo gave in to the need to breathe and pulled away. He gazed at Elijah for long moments, his eyes quiet and full of all the things he could not say for himself. Finally, he murmured, “All these days, looking for someone to love... who knew all I needed was to look on the side of the road?”
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. this did not turn out to be quite as long as intially I thought it would, due to some cuts I made during beta work. So, its actually going to be eight parts, with this one the last! 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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Elijah retuned the kiss and then after that lovely statement had to give one of his own. “Thank you... I hope to.” He smiled and with a ‘what the hell’ grin, kissed Viggo again, muttering against Viggo’s mouth, “I think I’m addicted to your lips.”
“Sorry, they have to stay where they are,” Viggo said. “However, I may be able to mold you some replicas out of plaster.” He offered Elijah another kiss and then started the chair rocking.
Elijah laughed. “No, no! I want the real things... I guess I’ll have to lug the rest of you around with them. Well... honestly, that’s not so bad... there are other parts of you I would be just as happy to get addicted to.”
“Really?” Viggo rumbled. He gathered Elijah closer and rocked faster. “I can’t imagine what those might be.”
“Maybe if you ask very nicely... I’ll tell you.” Closing his eyes, Elijah gloried in the wonderful embrace and purred.
“You sound like an overgrown house cat.” Viggo slipped his hands under Elijah’s shirt to warm there and trace patterns on his pale skin.
Elijah shivered pleasantly at the caresses, whispering against Viggo’s neck, “Vig, where’s our bedroom?”
“Upstairs,” Viggo said with a light kiss to Elijah’s shoulder.
Elijah nibbled his way along Viggo’s jaw towards his chin. “Wanna show me?”
“I might be persuaded,” Viggo murmured, tilting his head upward, “if you make a convincing enough argument.” He stilled the rocker, too focused on Elijah’s actions to remember to keep it in motion.
Elijah nibbled his way to the tip of Viggo’s chin, the tip of his tongue learning the cleft slowly before making his way up to Viggo’s lips for a long lingering kiss. He then kissed and nibbled his way down, before starting to lick and nip his way up the other side of Viggo’s jaw. “Convincing? Whatever could convince you?”
Viggo tilted Elijah down and kissed him more passionately, nearly knocking them both out of the chair. His tongue found a soft spot just beneath Elijah’s and laved the area repeatedly. He stood up slowly, lifting Elijah with him and not breaking their mouths apart until his lungs screamed for air.
Elijah purred, wrapping himself like a monkey around Viggo, holding onto his lover tightly as they kissed, kissed until spots dancing before his eyes from lack of air. Finally, the amazing kissed stopped, but to Elijah’s surprise, the sensations did not fade at all.
The stairs seemed to last forever, as Viggo carried Elijah up them toward their bedroom. He never broke his eye lock with his young lover, captured by the dazed happiness he found there. Instinct alone steered him safely down the hall and into his bedroom, where he laid Elijah on the bed.
“Uh... here we are...” For the first time, Viggo sounded nervous.
Elijah knew he should look around, he should tell Viggo how beautiful the room was, but his eyes could not be forced away from Viggo’s face. They just moved from watching Viggo’s kissable and kissed lips, to gazing into his eyes, watching the expressions that flirted across Viggo’s face. Instinctively he reached out for Viggo, wanting to draw his lover closer. “Beautiful.”
“You didn’t even look around,” Viggo said, but he did not object further, stretching out to lie beside Elijah on the bed. He placed a hand on a flat, firm stomach and rubbed, remembering how Elijah enjoyed that sensation.
“Can’t seem to look away from you...” Elijah’s body arched and pushed up, pressing against Viggo’s hand more firmly, shivering at the delicious sensations. “Ohoh!” His hands reached out for Viggo’s shoulder, caressing and stroking the strong muscles through Viggo’s shirt. “Want you.”
“I want you, as well,” Viggo said, seeking the feel of warm skin beneath Elijah’s clothes. He edged down to press soft kisses on the curve of Elijah’s neck, taking his time and examining each spot thoroughly before moving on.
Small, nimble fingers slid down Viggo’s back and then up it again, but this time they were underneath the layers of clothing separating them, stroking the warm skin with strong fingers that caressed lovingly. “What do you want, Vig? Tell me just how you want us to be...” He smiled, fingers digging into the small of Viggo’s back slightly. “Let me make fantasy come true?”
“I just... long to know every inch of you,” Viggo said with a lazy kiss and lick at the pulse beating strong beneath warm skin. “I want to spend hours just exploring... touching you... no rush... no hurry... just us.”
“Just us...” Elijah’s agreement was spoken on a blissful exhale. “Just Viggo and Elijah... and time.” Elijah smiled, as he started pushing Viggo’s top up over his head. “Too many clothes.”
In response, Viggo removed his shirt the rest of the way and casually tossed it in the hamper. He returned to his ministrations to Elijah’s neck, still preoccupied with his pulse point and collarbone. “Yes, Elijah... the real one.”
Elijah’s hands swept over Viggo’s back in long, lingering caresses. The contact between them was intoxicating. “Real Elijah... really here... don’t leave... please? Stay with me? Please?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Viggo mumbled against the hem of Elijah’s shirt. He nuzzled around it for a moment, before tugging at the bottom restlessly in an obvious appeal. His mouth still found new places to suck on as he did, complicating the entire procedure.
Sitting slightly, Elijah pulled his top up over his head and threw it in the same general direction Viggo had thrown his own. He smiled down at Viggo, before threading his fingers through the thick hair, tugging lightly. “Vig? I... I wanna kiss you? Please?”
Viggo slid upwards to catch Elijah’s mouth, letting him set the pace for the kiss. His hands found the bareness of a smooth back and tried to memorize every ridge. The softness of Elijah’s skin soothed his own work roughened hands. He hummed softly into the kiss in pleasure at the ability to touch Elijah.
Elijah’s own moans and whimpers of need and desire were lost in Viggo’s mouth. He kept kissing Viggo, exploring slowly, sensually and lovingly. When each kiss broke for a breath, it was all Elijah could do not to complain. And he could not do anything but press their lips together again.
The obvious neediness in Elijah’s demand for kisses only heightened the tenderness Viggo felt. His body urged a faster pace, but he disregarded the idea for the sheer pleasure of giving Elijah what he wanted. He could not pull away from the pouty, lip-swollen mouth anymore than he could command the earth to stop rotating on its axis. He met every new demand with determination to exceed his previous efforts, even if he eventually passed out from lack of breath.
Elijah was drowning-- drowning in Viggo, drowning in his kisses and contrary to popular belief, drowning was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. His whole body felt heavy, swollen with blood, just as his cock was swollen and rubbing uncomfortably against his pants. He was not thinking as he pushed and pulled at the restrictive pants, but sighed with pleasure into Viggo’s mouth when they were gone.
Viggo’s hands discovered the newly bared skin instantly and started an expedition up and down nicely muscled legs. His brain lagged behind, dimwitted by desire and pleasure. Eventually, Viggo figured out he might want to get rid of the material restricting his own legs and groin. A series of wild kicks and sensual wriggles later, a pair of blue jeans hit the floor.
Elijah was not sure if it was the wriggles or the wild kicks, but Viggo’s motions made him giggle into their kiss for several moments. It was good amusement, an overpowering joy and pleasure from being in Viggo’s arms, touching and exploring.
“Are you laughing at me?” Viggo said, his lips ghosting over Elijah’s as he spoke. He scooted down from the addictive mouth to discover what other wonders might await him. His first exploration led to the discovery of a ticklish spot just below Elijah’s left ear, which he mercilessly exploited.
Elijah squirmed under Viggo, giggling and pushing at Viggo’s shoulders rather ineffectually. Finally, he scrunched a little and started nibbling on Viggo’s shoulders happily, purring in pleasure at Viggo’s taste.
Tilting his head to listen to Elijah’s purr, Viggo lifted his head to rumble back at him in equal happiness. He continued his slow meander down Elijah’s torso, until he came to a nipple. For a moment, he eyed the spot and then his tongue bathed the surrounding area teasingly. When his mouth finally touched its target, he latched on and sucked, humming softly.
Elijah’s fingers dug into the small of Viggo’s back again, his teeth biting and nipping a little sharper at Viggo’s shoulder. His head twisted down at a strange angle so he did not lose the connection to Viggo’s skin. His movements under Viggo were uncontrolled as he ground their bodies together for several long breathless moments, moaning his pleasure.
Fighting not to bite into Elijah’s nipple, Viggo lifted his head and nudged at Elijah’s cheek until he could kiss him. He surged back up to rest over his lover, letting their bodies line up.
Elijah’s legs wrapped around Viggo’s body in an attempt to bring their bodies into even more perfect alignment. “Vig... I...” He took a deep breath before trying again, “Won’t... last long.”
“We’ve barely started,” Viggo said, sucking on Elijah’s lower lip afterward. His hands wrapped around thin hips and pulled them into a slower rhythm, wanting to make it last.
Elijah did his best to relax a little, thinking about cold showers and running naked in the snow, anything that cooled his arousal, pushed him back from the very brink. His breathing slowed a little. “Sorry... I... I was having a little trouble.”
“I don’t consider my ability to make you lose control as troublesome,” Viggo murmured. He stopped moving and stroked Elijah’s hair. “What do you want me to do, hmmm?”
“Feel as good as I do right now?” Elijah was still a little breathless, but in a good way, as he caught Viggo’s lips for a lingering kiss. “To feel... that’s what I want us to do.”
“I do,” Viggo answered, kissing him again, wetly and with a soft sucking sound. He rolled them over so Elijah lay on top. The newly exposed skin of Elijah’s ass and back received extra caresses, as Viggo stroked incessantly.
Elijah sat up a little, looking down at Viggo with a smile of pure sexual enjoyment. “Beautiful!” He lowered his head to take a flat, but succulent looking, nipple into his mouth and suck firmly on.
The cry of pure delight could not be stifled, and Viggo did not even try. His body arched up automatically, trying to increase the contact. Hands clenched at Elijah’s ass, pulling them flush with each other.
Elijah grinned and increased the force of his sucking, fingers coming up to play with the nipple he was not tormenting with his mouth. He sucked and licked, fingers doing their best to give the same sensations to the other nipple, lost in Viggo’s enjoyment.
“Elijah!” Viggo managed the one word before the rest dissolved into meaningless cries of delight and need. He thrust harder into Elijah, his own control lost.
Elijah loved every moment and movement of Viggo’s lost control. Adored the wildness in his lover’s reaction, needed it. Their bodies moved as one, and Viggo’s wild reaction sent Elijah to the limits of his own control once more. Several long moments of sucking and playing with Viggo’s nipples later, Elijah was ready to spill on Viggo’s groin, if Viggo did the same for him.
Nothing could save or stop Viggo now. He buried his face in the crook of Elijah’s neck and muffled his cries as he orgasmed long and hard over his lover. His hips snapped up in response to the lovely sensations, rubbing him against Elijah.
Elijah purred and moaned, grinding down powerfully as he took a careful bite at Viggo’s blood hardened nipple, sucking on it for a lingering moment even as he ground his own hips down with a need that was not going to be stemmed a second time.
Viggo continued to move against Elijah, wanting to give him an equal release. His own limbs trembled a bit with satiated release, but he forced them to keep moving.
With a desperate call, Elijah came, his seed spilling between then and over them both as he shuddered and shook, calling to Viggo over and over again.
“Well,” Viggo sighed on a long exhale, “that’s not exactly how I envisioned this.” He caressed Elijah’s already mussed hair and rubbed the back of his skull tenderly. “You make me as uncontrolled as a teenager.”
Elijah’s grin was a combination of amused and bashful. “Is that a bad thing?” Turning his head, Elijah let his weight settle on Viggo fully, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“No.” Viggo sighed contentedly and caressed Elijah’s back in long, slow strokes. “Want to take a bath, once I manage to get up?”
“Hmmm... a bath? Warm water all around us? Sounds heavenly...” Elijah snuggled deeper into Viggo’s chest. “But... I was thinking... a nap might be in order before my legs are going to function again.”
“A nap?” Viggo teased. “At your age? Shouldn’t you already be craving another go?” His mouth lifted in a teasing grin. “Besides, we’re going to glue together if we don’t move soon.”
Elijah giggled and nipped at Viggo’s chin. “Well, when you put it that way...” He laughed and shook his head, slowly pulling away, sweaty skin separating with wet noise as Elijah stood. “Show me the way?”
Viggo followed Elijah up as if magnetically drawn to him. He took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where an old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub awaited. “Big enough to hold three or four people... if you were into that sort of thing.”
Elijah snickered, leaning back against Viggo and shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have thought about it... does that mean you were or are into such things?”
“I’ve experimented with various combinations,” Viggo said vaguely. “I was married to a rocker, you know.” He filled the bath with warm water and then gestured to an assortment of bottles on a shelf nearby. “Do you like a little something extra in your bath? Salts? Bubbles? Bath bombs?”
“Sounds like you’ve got some stories to tell me... while we enjoy our bath...” Elijah headed over to the shelf and started sniffing the different offerings. “Ohhh! I like this oil! It’s very... soothing...” He carried it over to the bath and bent over to sprinkle the bath oil into the water generously.
Viggo slipped into the warmth with a sigh of contentment, toeing off the faucet. He looked up at Elijah and slid his legs apart to let the younger man sit between them. “Exene liked to party, and so did I, until Henry unexpectedly came into our lives.”
Elijah headed away from the bath, putting the bottle of oil away. He stepped into the tub and settled himself against Viggo, his back pressed to Viggo’s chest, leaning against him comfortably. “What’s the most extreme thing you ever did before Henry?”
“That depends on what you mean,” Viggo said. “I tried cocaine and heroin when all rock stars did that... woke up once in a ditch with a split lip and no memory of how the Hell I got there. I never tried it again.”
Elijah made an ‘ew’ face and noise. “Glad to hear it. Drugs... well they are badness, I think.” Shaking his head, Elijah took one of Viggo’s hands and wove their fingers together. “What about something that you enjoyed?”
“Something extreme that I enjoyed?” Viggo thought about it for awhile and then shook his head. “Until Henry came along, I was willing to try anything- threesomes, a bit of bondage, trading partners... but a lot of it seemed cheap later on. Not that I didn’t enjoy the physical pleasure...”
“Want to hear my answer? The most extreme thing I have ever done that I enjoyed was bungy jumping off a bridge with Orli in Queenstown.”
“That counts?” Viggo asked, his mouth suddenly pushed outward in a slight pout. “I could have explained the scar on my lip or how I am missing half of one of my front teeth if that counted as extreme. Although, I’d be lying about enjoying it.”
“Whatever counts as extreme to your everyday life... although it is fascinating hearing about your sexual exploits... so do feel free to continue...” Elijah giggled and twisted around to kiss Viggo’s pout.
“I haven’t done anything like that in a long time, Elijah... until I picked you up off the lonely highway. My deciding to do that surprised me. Even now, my choice still surprises me.”
“So I’m your enjoyable extreme thing?” Elijah looked both amused and kind of pleased at the idea and did not resist the desire to kiss Viggo again. “Why thank you, kind sir.”
“You’re laughing at me again,” Viggo said, his voice low and rumbly.
“Not really... I’m laughing at the idea that I’m extreme to anyone, particularly someone who was married to a punk rocker.”
“You’re much more dangerous,” Viggo said quietly. “In Exene’s world, the more extreme you were, the better. I don’t really value what some people call morals, but I do value the truth. We never had to hide anything from each other or the world. You hid from me the very first moment I met you.”
“And that hiding? That makes me dangerous?” Elijah tried to wrap his brain around an idea that seemed rather odd to him.
“Dangerous to me, yes,” Viggo said, “if we end up wanting to make this something lasting. Is that what you want, Elijah?”
“The more I am with you, the longer you are around me... the more comfortable and amazed I am about being here, finding you. And the less I want to give that up. Ever.”
“I’m glad. I just want to warn you that I’m not good at hiding and don’t like doing it. “ He swept his hands over Elijah’s sides and then up to his face, stroking with a serious expression. “I think you may be worth the effort.”
“You do?” Elijah’s face showed an almost frightening vulnerability. “I- I would love you to- to think I’m worth it.”
Everything in Viggo, from his expression to his insides softened at the hope and longing on Elijah’s face and in his eyes. He traced a path from brow to lips before replacing his fingers with his mouth.
Elijah pressed his lips to Viggo’s almost shyly, blushing a little as his arms tightened around Viggo, his hands stroking up and down Viggo’s back.
“You do not need to be so unsure of yourself, Elijah,” Viggo breathed as their mouths parted slightly. “You already make me contemplate things I never would have dreamed of yesterday.”
“Yes, I do... because even now, you really have no idea what that will mean, Viggo... You... my world... I- I want you at my side, but you’d hate my world. I... it wouldn’t like you that much... well, that’s not true... the tabloids would love you.”
“And everyone else would hate me,” Viggo said softly. “They would think I was after you for your money or your fame... something like that...” He regarded Elijah for a long, quiet moment. “You did have to choose my road for hitchhiking on.”
“The people that matter to me... they won’t hate you. They will be thankful that you make me happy, after the whole grilling you like a fourth of July hot dog. It’s the press, the public... they’re fickle.”
“And the studios. I’m sure they won’t want any press that might go against their movie.” Viggo nuzzled under Elijah’s chin. “I get the feeling this is not a small endeavor we’re talking about.”
“No love, it’s not... it’s bloody huge.” Elijah slumped and sighed. “I guess I understand if you want to change your mind. I don’t want you to, but I’d understand.”
“I am not accustomed to running just because things may be difficult,” Viggo said. “I would hardly have persevered at becoming an artist if I gave up easily.” He kissed the down turned lips gently. “All right?”
“I’m counting on that. Being a visible part of my life means being in the fire. I- I think you have the strength, more than I, to deal with my world and not lose yourself.”
“I hope you are right,” Viggo said, holding Elijah gently to him. “There is nothing to do but find out, now is there?”
“Does it sound odd that just knowing you’re willing to try... makes me as giddy as a fan girl?”
“You know how giddy fangirls are?” Viggo teased, trying to ease the serious subject a little.
Elijah just looked at Viggo and laughed, shaking his whole body with the force of it as he leaned against his lover. Who better than Frodo to know about fangirls, giddy or otherwise.
Holding him, Viggo noted the slight hysteric al tone to his laughter and eased his nerves with a gently soothing massage to his lower back. “I guess you do.”
The giggles died away into a rueful grin that Elijah directed up at Viggo. “Kinda...” He sighed leaning even more against Viggo in pleasure.
“I feel like I’m wearing an oversized rug,” Viggo complained mildly, not really minding Elijah’s sprawl. “Want to go sit under that tree tomorrow?”
“That tree? The one we picnicked at? Or just a random tree?”
“The one I told you about this afternoon,” Viggo scolded. “I mentioned we could just lay under it and do nothing all day. Remember? Alternatively, you could just sit there and gather your thoughts, if you want.”
“Ohhh... lay under the tree together and do nothing all of tomorrow? Please?” He bounced a little, looking up at Viggo hopefully, even nuzzling Viggo’s chin for a moment.
Viggo laughed, his chest rocking Elijah’s frame. “I already said yes. Not that I mind the nuzzling and other assorted begging.”
Elijah giggled before whispering into Viggo’s ear, “The begging comes later...”
“Somehow, I think I might be the one doing it, too,” Viggo said. His hands slid up to cup Elijah’s head, as he pulled him into a kiss.
Elijah melted into the kiss, his tongue boldly exploring Viggo’s mouth before playfully tugging Viggo’s into his own mouth and suckling on it lightly.
The warm, demanding mouth brought out moans and growls of startled delight from Viggo. His long tongue darted even further into Elijah’s mouth, trying to wrap around everything it discovered.
Elijah’s separated their lips slightly, tongues still playing, long enough to fill his lungs again before he pressed his lips back to Viggo’s.
“You really like kissing.” Viggo breathed a few badly needed pints of oxygen into his blood, watching Elijah with hooded eyes, even as he felt his lips swell. “I’ve never had a lover so into just being kissed.”
“I don’t normally kiss so much... it’s... so- so... personal. Most people are lousy kissers anyway... at least the ones I’ve come across. You just... taste and feel so good.”
“As long as there is some sort of feeling in a kiss, I never notice if the technique is not as skilled or perfect as it might be. Some of my best kisses nearly smashed in my teeth or broke my nose.”
Elijah laughed, pressing several soft kisses to Viggo’s nose and lips. “Poor love! Evil mean bad people who try and breaks you!”
This strange baby talk combined with Elijah’s youthful looks gave Viggo a moment’s pause. Everything stopped for a moment, as he studied the other man with intense eyes. “You’re so double-edged... I have no idea what to think of you.”
“Think of me... as Elijah.” He smiled a little, pressing a soft kiss to Viggo’s cheek and wriggling, splashing some water on himself and smiling. “How do you normally think of people?”
“As adults... or not adults. Sometimes, I cannot tell which you really are.”
“Both.” Elijah admitted it without embarrassment. “Much of me... had to be adult long before my peers... so the parts of me that didn’t have to be lagged behind... that’s a part of what I- I have to... integrate.”
“Give yourself time, Elijah,” Viggo said. “It’s a big thing, getting to know a person... especially yourself. I know I found a large part of myself when Henry was born.”
Elijah looked deep into Viggo’s eyes and said very seriously, “I do hope it’s not parenthood that I am waiting for, seeing as between us there is a distinct lack of a womb.” He laughed softly at Viggo’s expression.
The expression faded away at the laughter. “There’s always adoption.” He felt a mild surge of surprise at how easily he accepted the idea that they would be together long enough to adopt.
Elijah nibbled on his lip as he thought about it. “I’ve thought about it... just a little bit... but I know I have a lot of growing up I need to do before I could be a good father... and I’m kinda hoping if I leave it for a while, it will become easier for gays to adopt. It’s still not exactly favored.”
“I did a lot of growing up when I looked into Henry’s face. I learned how to be responsible... how to care about the next day. That little mush face showed me how hollow a lot of what I did was... I wanted to be better than that.”
“Sounds like being a father is something you love a great deal.” Elijah sighed and lay his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “I lose my todays in plans of my tomorrows... I think... maybe I need to learn to live more in the moment, than always planning for tomorrow... because tomorrow is always tomorrow... it never gets here.”
“That’s what being here is best for, Elijah. Nothing to do here except bask in the moment and just be. Riding helps, too.”
Elijah gave Viggo a very sexual grin and muttered, “I bet... sorry... wrong kind of riding.” He pressed a kiss to Viggo’s shoulder almost in apology.
A snort and a scoff later, and Viggo accepted the apology with a sweet kiss. “Sex isn’t everything.”
“No... But it’s never felt this good before.” Elijah smiled at Viggo sweetly.
Forgive me my manly blushes,” Viggo said. He hugged Elijah once and then shivered a bit. “We best get out of here before we turn into two large, peach prunes...” He laughed at his own odd turn of phrase.
“Peach prunes?” Elijah snickered, but after giving Viggo one last kiss, he stood slowly, water trickling off his body as he stretched over Viggo, finally stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his body. “You are a strange one.”
Hopping out gracefully after him, Viggo removed Elijah’s towel and pulled him close. “And do you mind?” He kissed him before he could answer, tilting him backward like a dance move.
Elijah wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck, holding on tightly as he looked deep into blue eyes. “Not in the slightest, in fact... I like it.”
“Do you like to dance?” Viggo asked, his smile blinding. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out sometime, when we’re somewhere that has a dance floor.”
“Dance? I haven’t danced a whole lot... I mean... like at clubs and stuff, yeah... stood with a bunch of friends and tried to be the most insane... but... like formal one on one dancing, not much.”
Lifting them back to a standing position, Viggo laughed softly, his body thrumming with the movement. “I can teach you, if you want. Waltzes. Rumbas. Foxtrots. Tango. Anything you want. And you can teach me how to bump and grind in a room full of sweaty twenty year olds.... well, I might let you.”
Grinning up at Viggo, Elijah answered, “I’m not letting you near a room of bumping and grinding twenty-somethings... not at least until you put some clothes on.” He grinned and kissed Viggo. “But I’d like to learn from you.”
“Aren’t you a sweating, grinding twenty year old?” Viggo tugged on his hair playfully and then executed a neat little twist and spin move.
Elijah watched him, grinning. “That was good...and yes, I’m one... I am not a roomful!” He stuck his tongue out at Viggo as his lover moved. “If you don’t want me to pounce you again, I’d stop that.”
“I never said I didn’t want you to pounce on me again. And you are more than a roomful in terms of being dealt with...”
Elijah rolled his eyes and headed over to the bed, throwing himself down, watching as Viggo moved. “ Ever considered stripping or exotic dancing?”
“I did that for a few months once, when things really got bad. It was amazing how much you made in tips...” He laughed softly and suddenly swung into a bit of a wild, ass shaking salsa dance.
Elijah laughed, watching Viggo shimmy his way around, giggling and sputtering as he tried to say something. Finally he just let himself laugh, loving the mental images he was getting.
With a last little shake of his hips, he flopped on the bed by Elijah and waited for the laughter to stop. “I didn’t think I was that awful.”
“It’s not...” He giggled some more, rolling to snuggle into Viggo’s side. “More... unexpected!”
“I never had to strip though,” Viggo said, pulling Elijah to snuggle. “I got asked to a few times, but I never had that much courage.”
Elijah sat up a little and trailed his eyes down Viggo. “I don’t see why not... you have exactly nothing to be... nervous about.”
“Well, it wasn’t the equipment I was worried about,” Viggo said, his smile bright.
Elijah let his gaze travel slowly up Viggo’s body, before asking curiously, “So what was it?”
“The idea that I might fall over my underwear as I was trying to dance out of it,” Viggo said with a straight face.
Elijah looked at Viggo with a blank expression for a long moment, before pressing his face to Viggo’s shoulder, shaking them both as he laughed.
Resting his face in the wet hair, Viggo laughed with him. He collapsed back on the bed, pulling Elijah to lie beside him.
Elijah snuggled into Viggo’s side happily, finger lazily tracing a circle around Viggo’s nipple. “Strange man. But I like you this way.”
Viggo whacked Elijah’s finger gently, shooing it away from his sensitive nipple. “I also was afraid of being asked to do lap dances.”
“Would you give me a lap dance if I asked for one?” Elijah’s finger slid down Viggo’s chest until it circled Viggo’s bellybutton.
“Yes, I would. But I’d be afraid I might not do a good job. It’s been a few years.” He caught Elijah’s hand and sucked on his fingers gently.
“I’ll let you practice as much as you want!” Elijah smiled, pulling his finger away from Viggo’s mouth so he could kiss Viggo softly.
Viggo kissed back lazily, before getting a bit more demanding and caressing every inch of Elijah’s back and ass. He slipped him a few swipes of tongue.
Elijah moaned, pressing his body against Viggo’s as his tongue willingly delved into Viggo’s mouth, enjoying Viggo’s taste, relearning the soft texture he found.
“You’re sweet.” Viggo pulled back to survey Elijah’s face and then lick his nose teasingly.
“You’re... spicy... with just a hint of honey and chocolate....” Elijah smiled at Viggo.
“That’s not what I meant, but you are sweet to the taste. Sugar... licorice and a hint of cinnamon. And you, whatever you are.”
“Cloves, chocolate and chili... that’s what you remind me of... your taste... it’s not exact... just remind me of those thing.” He kissed Viggo again, tongue exploring for more of Viggo’s taste. “And a hint of honey.”
Viggo snorted and shook his head a little. “You’re crazy. I probably taste like chicken, really.”
Elijah shook his head. “Nope. And I don’t think I’m crazier than you.”
“Nobody is that crazy,” Viggo said and laughed. “At least, not wandering the streets.”
Elijah pressed his lips to Viggo’s neck, as if to kiss him, but blew a raspberry instead.
Swatting Elijah, Viggo mock scowled at him. “What was that for?”
Elijah just grinned down at Viggo. “Because it’s fun...” And he blew a trail of them down Viggo’s neck out to his shoulder, giggling.
“Yucky, Elijah slobber,” Viggo said in his baby Henry voice. “Gross. Cooties!”
Elijah tried to raspberry Viggo again, but he was snorting and laughing too hard, finally just falling onto Viggo’s chest as he laughed himself out.
“I don’t know what Henry would think if he knew I was imitating him with my new lover... think I ought to ask?” Viggo’s smile looked positively devilish.
“No... I think that would disturb him ten times more than it does me...”
“Why?” Viggo batted his eyelashes innocently.
Elijah just shook his head and kissed Viggo softly. “I think I’m falling.”
“In love?” The words came out lightly, but they masked a deep seriousness.
“Maybe I’ve already fallen... can you fall in a day?” Elijah’s voice was hushed as he asked the question softly.
“I think you can. I don’t think it happens often... its something to be treasured.” He studied Elijah’s eyes and felt overwhelmed by their depths.
Elijah gazed deeply into Viggo’s eyes, not saying anything as his lips slowly formed a happy smile. “I’m glad.”
“Is that’s what happened between us, Elijah?” He found the smooth lines on the quilt suddenly fascinating. “Is that why I’m sitting here considering trying to fit into your life, adapt to your rules... because I love you?”
“I don’t know... but... I do. I can’t seem to stop thinking about ways to integrate you into my life... wondering how I can spend time here, in your arms, even when I have to go back to work... I- I think, no, I know I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“Elijah...” Viggo kissed him sweetly, unable to find the right words, the right way to tell him. He let his mouth tell him, his hands, his body.
Melting against his lover, Elijah gave Viggo the same kind of kisses and touches, letting himself express his feelings without the words.
Eventually, Viggo gave in to the need to breathe and pulled away. He gazed at Elijah for long moments, his eyes quiet and full of all the things he could not say for himself. Finally, he murmured, “All these days, looking for someone to love... who knew all I needed was to look on the side of the road?”
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I'm so sorry it's over, I expend the last 4 days looking for the next part and now is over... anyway it was a wonderfull time spend here reeding this...
please tell me, tell us the fan of this story that there's more, just say please...
so like always,I love it, please more please...
bye and again thank you for the lovely story...
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Stay tuned!
Thanks again!
Saklani