NEW: The Great Outdoors 2/2 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]

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Title: The Great Outdoors
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Beta: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we all wish they really were doing.
Summary: Viggo tries to share his love of the outdoors with Elijah, but Elijah just wants to share the love.
Author's Notes: This is a little ficcy that Ems and I wrote to be in the Mundane series, but it got out of hand and grew into something that stands on its own. Happy Birthday to my co-writer [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]!!! I love you, babe!



"It... it is something we have to be aware of... but..." Elijah shook his head, "as long as we are aware and careful it really doesn't matter."

"Aware of?" Viggo asked, tracing Elijah's lips with one finger. "How do you mean?"

"Just like any other difference between us... like... Henry... we have to be aware, yes? Take some things more into account cause of it...”

"Like my stamina?" Viggo asked teasingly. "You have to be careful you don't wear the old man out or wrench his back."

"Just like you had to be careful when I hurt me knee..." He smiled at Viggo. "We take things into consideration, and they become a non-issue."

"I worried about Henry, too... what he would think of you, not to mention you of him. Good thing you both are freaks, or that might not have gone well."

"Hey! I resent that remark!! Henry isn't a freak!!" Elijah even shook his finger in Viggo's face. "I'm gonna tell on you."

Viggo grabbed the finger with his long tongue and sucked it into his mouth. For a while, he made sure to ravish the digit with his teeth and tongue before finally giving it up. "He knows he's a freak. He's my son. What else could he be?"

"Viggo... you're the freak!! He's the relatively normal one!"

"And that alone makes him freakish..." Viggo swatted Elijah for not responding to his sucking.

Elijah looked at Viggo and rolled his body slightly, pressing a very hard erection into Viggo's hip. Oh, he had reacted all right.

"Mmm, now that's a little better." Viggo growled slightly and pulled Elijah to him. "Don't know that I should reward you for being a tattletale, though.”

"A tattletale?" Elijah looked confused, and it stopped him from kissing Viggo as he'd planned on.

"Going to tell Henry on me?" Viggo said with a little wry twist of his lips.

"Why would I do that?" he laughed. "He knows better that I do, even now." And he did kissed Viggo then.

Viggo kissed back, managing to slide a hand between them to cup Elijah's erection and squeeze tenderly. His tongue insinuated itself inside Elijah's mouth and played with his.

Elijah's moan sounded loudly in the cool night's air, and he arched upwards, sucking on Viggo's tongue, arms holding Viggo against his body tightly. "Need you..."

"Here or shall we retire inside our snug little tent?" Viggo rumbled from his chest, not letting up on Elijah's erection. He hoped to induce Elijah to stay outside and make love to him under the stars.

Elijah looked up at Viggo's face, studding it in the darkness and smiled. "Here?"

"What are you, a mind reader?" Viggo asked. He stroked down Elijah's cheek and side, letting go of his erection for the moment. "Or am I just completely transparent?"

"Neither... I just know how much you love the outdoors, and I'm pretty sure you love me... and I decided that you'd love combining the two..." He grinned and kissed Viggo's palm.

"I am transparent." Viggo pressed his hand and Elijah's together, curling their fingers, and squeezed. His mouth found Elijah's and melded them together.

The kiss went on for a lifetime or five, and when it finally broke, Elijah looked deeply into Viggo's eyes-- the fire and the stars their only light and whispered, "With this body I thee worship."

"With this heart, I thee cherish," Viggo answered, feeling a throb in his groin at both their words. He arched against Elijah, pushing his own hardness against Elijah's.

"With all my worldly goods, I do endow..." Elijah caught Viggo's lips for a long hard kiss, as their hips ground together.

"Such nice goods," Viggo growled and sucked his neck firmly. His hands spanned the width of Elijah's ass and pulled him up with every little thrust.

Elijah moaned deeply as he ground upwards as forcefully as he could. "Viggo, please make love to me?"

Not needing to be asked twice, Viggo eased his hips off Elijah enough to pull his shirt up out of his pants. He stroked the sensitive belly once before lifting the shirt completely off.

Elijah’s whimper was startled out of him, and his hips pressed upward, searching for more, more of everything. It took a moment for Elijah to get himself under control, and when he did, he looked up at Viggo bashfully. Taking a deep breath, Elijah started pushing up Viggo's shirt as well.

The bashful look generated the same affect as usual-- Viggo growled and latched hungrily on to Elijah's lips. His hips surged into his lover's a few times as hard as possible, before he remembered to help Elijah remove his shirt. Eagerly, he shucked his pants, heedless of the chilly night air.

Elijah giggled as he lifted his hips fingers pushing his pants down so he was naked under Viggo. "Love, lube?" Elijah was already reaching for the blanket he'd spent the day on, ready to spread it under himself.

"Oh Hell," Viggo rasped. He looked around him, wondering if he could use something else rather than go to their tent for the lube. Grabbing his pack, he quickly rooted through it, before pulling out some small bottles of oil. "Perfect."

Elijah wriggled onto the blanket and sighed, it was just a little more comfortable on his skin. He then opened his legs and held out his arms, reaching for his lover.

Viggo paused, oil in one hand and stared down at the inviting form. For a moment, he imagined Elijah lying on a bed of pure silk, gesturing some poor soul to his doom. A little snarl of feral displeasure at the idea of someone else sharing his love escaped him. Like a male lion marking his property, Viggo began to run his head along the lithe limbs of Elijah. His tongue snaked out to mark the area, until it encountered the joint of his leg and groin.

Elijah's fingers seemed drawn to Viggo's hair, and he caressed and stroked Viggo's scalp and neck. "I love you." He opened his legs more, offering himself to Viggo in the most basic of ways.

Viggo nuzzled the pulsing cock and then licked up and down its length. He stuck his tongue gently below to lap at the balls and then further back. Eventually, he found his way to the small opening to Elijah's body.

Elijah's hips rolled up to give Viggo better access. About the same time, his eyes rolled back into his head at the wonderful sensations. He did not try and control his moaning in the slightest, just let them sound as he arched up and into the wonderfully agile and long tongue of his lover.

Viggo laved the entire area and then pierced his opening with the tip of his tongue. He began to slide in and out slowly, wiggling from side to side as well.

Elijah's moans grew as Viggo got more adventurous, hips moving as the pleasure built, his moans became whimpers that begged for more.

Pleased, Viggo pulled back and carefully opened the little bottle. He dribbled the oil over the exposed muscle and spread it around with one finger. His other hand held Elijah's left leg open.

Elijah looked at Viggo through narrowed eyes and with a sharp thrust of his hips, Viggo's finger was buried inside his body, and Elijah groaned in blissful pleasure.

Viggo growled and pulled the finger out. He fiddled two fingers at his lover and then slid both in, waiting for Elijah to thrust again.

Elijah could not resist, and thrust his hips as soon as Viggo's fingertips were within his body. "YESSSSSSSSS!" He did it again, rocking his hips back and forward eagerly, stretching himself for Viggo.

Viggo just spread and twisted his fingers with Elijah's thrusts until he pulled out completely. Raising himself up over his lover, Viggo licked a path around Elijah's navel, over his chest and up to his mouth. Just as he seized hold of sweet lips in a kiss, he pushed into the spread legs.

Elijah's cry of delight escaped only as far as Viggo's mouth even as his body accepted Viggo's intrusion, wrapping his legs around Viggo's waist, giving Viggo everything, offering everything he was.

"Elijah," Viggo rasped, pushing in even further. Once settled, he could not help but pull right back out and then thrust deep inside again. His own growls mingled with Elijah's moans and cries.

Elijah met Viggo’s every move, as if their two bodies were being controlled by the same mind. Hands touched and skin caressed as they were made one over and over again, pleasure building between and within them at a frantic rate.

"Mine," Viggo gasped between thrusts. "Mineminemineminemine." His hands found thin hips and used them to his advantage.

"Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyes..." Every mine was answered with a yes, sometimes just the movement of Elijah's lips, if he had no air in his lungs to make a sound. He accepted Viggo's claim over and over, his pleasure growing with each one.

The cool night air met the sweat and heat of their bodies with an almost palpable hiss. Viggo threw his head back and let loose a cry to the moon.

Elijah’s laughter caused his body to clamp down even tighter on Viggo, and he lifted his head to kiss and nibble at Viggo’s neck, leaving a trail of love bites.

The tightening of Elijah’s body around him drove Viggo even madder in his haze of pleasure. He leaned forward and bit at the joint of Elijah’s neck and shoulder.

The next cry that sounded from Elijah’s body was half strangled, but Viggo’s name was recognizable as Elijah’s body clamped down even tighter, his body milking at Viggo as he came, his seed hot between their bellies.

Viggo could not endure anymore of the searing hot pleasure in his body. He gave up the fight and gifted Elijah with his seed, over and over and over until it felt like every drop of moisture emptied out of his body and into his lover.

Elijah’s arms tightened around Viggo, holding his lover close, pulling Viggo’s full body weight onto himself with a groan of pleasure. “Love you,” he whispered into Viggo’s ear several times.

Lying over Elijah for several moments and working to catch his breath and reclaim ownership of his tingling nerves, Viggo finally lifted his head and kissed his cheek. “I- I think I got in touch with a few primal instincts that time.”

Elijah’s laugh was nothing more than a breathless huffing against Viggo’s cheek. “Ya think?” He pressed their lips together for a soft kiss.

“Not while I’m inside you. I can only feel then and need...” Viggo pressed his forehead to Elijah’s and then licked his nose.

Elijah laughed softly before licking Viggo’s chin for a moment and then kissing him deeply. “How I love you.”

“I know.” Viggo slipped out of him gently and moved to stretch over him more completely. “How do you feel?”

“I feel... well, perfect!”

“So do I. Shall we go inside or stay as we are for awhile? Its getting chillier and the fire cannot last forever, but I can keep you warm.” Viggo stroked Elijah’s cheek fondly, his eyes intense and dark.

“Maybe here for a while? I... I don’t want to move...” Elijah smiled up at Viggo. “I just... want to... to soak in this feeling.”

Viggo sighed and shifted a little to get some of his weight off Elijah without actually getting off him. “It is a lovely feeling. I’ve never felt as strongly as when I am with you.”

Elijah nodded and then began wiggling a little, reaching out and folding half of the blanket over them to keep them warmer. “Yes... the same here, everything is... more.”

“Cold, my love?” Viggo rubbed Elijah’s arms and sides to help keep him warmer. “It’s rather like I never really felt that much before I met you. Have you noticed my paintings since we got together?”

“You know I love watching you paint.” Elijah snuggled just a little closer. “No, I’m not cold yet, but ... maybe sure...” He closed his eyes to picture the painting Viggo had just finished. “Bright and bold.”

“Much brighter than they used to be, my love. You bring that out in me, no matter what I am trying to paint, it becomes bright because I feel bright with you in my life.”

“I think that’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me.” Elijah’s eyes were full of tears and he kissed Viggo deeply.

Viggo smiled into the kiss, not minding the salty tang from the tears. He kissed them all away from Elijah’s cheeks. “Sometimes, I wonder what I’ve done to deserve such happiness. It makes me worry.”

“Makes you worry? Why?” Elijah looked a little worried himself at that remark.

“Like there has to be a price to such happiness, even though I know it’s not true.” Viggo kissed away the worried look.

“Oh no... There is no price for love such as this... only love.”

“I know, but still... sometimes, I just feel like I cannot possibly deserve the happiness I have with you.” Viggo traced Elijah’s cheek and then down his neck with warm fingers. “It’s why I always have the urge to map you with my fingers and eyes... memorize every curve so there is never a moment I cannot feel you near me simply by thinking about you.”

Cupping Viggo’s cheek, Elijah could not find words to express his welling emotions so he tried to show Viggo by kissing him softly.

“Let’s go inside the tent. I want to hold you close to me and sleep through the night. Tomorrow, we get up when you want before we head off for the waterfalls.”

“Sounds blissful.” Elijah giggled, “but... until you get off me... I can’t get up.”

“How about if I carry you?" Viggo asked, grinning his delight at the idea.

“Um... if... if you want to?

Viggo lifted Elijah up gently and tilted him back, nearly touching his head to the ground playfully.

Elijah giggled up at Viggo. “You know I’m flexible, lover mine...”

“I know better than anyone else, I hope.” Viggo twirled him a few times, like he did to Diane Lane in A Walk on the Moon.

Elijah just laughed, arms around Viggo’s neck, holding on. “I love you.”

“And I love you, dearest Elijah.” He carried him into their tent and set him on the bedroll. “I’ll get our clothes. Want to make this up for us?”

“Sure...” Turning on their flashlight, Elijah quickly got everything ready, including cleaning himself up with the wet wipes he’d brought for just that reason.

Viggo carried in their hastily discarded clothes and tossed them in the laundry bag. He then knelt beside Elijah, trailing his fingers over the bare midriff.

Elijah shivered before catching Viggo’s hands and bringing them up to his face, pressing a kiss to each of his palms.

“Not again? I do torture you, don’t I?” Viggo smiled and wrapped his hands around Elijah’s.

“Just... a little overwrought... everything is so much more between us... I need a little breather.”

“And we have a nice long hike to go on tomorrow, so I cannot tire you out too much. Shame though, you with your tummy all bare and me with such an itch in my fingers.” Viggo lay down beside Elijah.

Elijah laughed and just leaned over Viggo to lick fully over a nipple.

Viggo yelped, though he tried to stifle it into something more dignified and swatted Elijah. “Cheater.”

Elijah laughed and pressed a kiss to the center of Viggo’s chest, whispering against the skin, “Love you.”

“Love you, too, brat,” Viggo said. “Now, let’s get this bedroll arranged comfortably and get some sleep.”

Elijah laughed again before flopping onto Viggo’s chest. “I hope Gremlin is all right. I miss our baby.”

Viggo arched an eyebrow and patted Elijah’s side. “One of these days, I’ll make you a fabulous mother.”

Lifting his head and squinting in the darkness Elijah asked, “Why am I the girl?”

“You look better in a dress than I do,” Viggo quipped without a pause.

“I’ve never worn a dress!” Elijah’s cheeks blazed hotly.

“Really? You’re missing out.” Viggo pressed a soothingly kiss to the heat he felt radiating through Elijah’s skin. “Don’t be so touchy. You just seem to be thinking about children a lot lately.”

Sighing softly, Elijah lay his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder and pulled the sleeping bag over them. “My mother asked me... what it was like being a stepfather to someone only a few years younger than me.”

“And what did you tell her?” Viggo asked, resting his hand on Elijah’s lower back and pulling him closer.

“That I didn’t consider myself Henry’s step-dad, but his friend. And that we got along very well that way. He has two parents and I wasn’t... that I didn’t ever want to get in the way of those relationships.”

“I don’t think you ever need worry about that, my Elijah. I told you that Henry regarded you as good for me before I was positive about a long term commitment. However, I think you want your own.”

Elijah blinked once and then several more times as he thought about Viggo’s comment. “I’m a gay guy, Viggo. I- I never pictured having my own kids... not really... adoption is hard for gay guys... and I don’t know... I don’t think I could, like, ask Hannah to... surrogate or anything...”

Viggo kissed Elijah gently and then more fully. “There are ways it can be done and other surrogates we can use.”

Elijah did not even realize he was biting at his nails, thinking about it. “I don’t know, Vig, do- do you want another child?”

Viggo took the nails away from Elijah’s mouth and tsked him softly. “Don’t do that, love. I know that I would love with all my heart a little girl with your eyes and terrible sense of humor.”

“Says the man that filled Dom’s trailer with dirty jock straps!” Elijah laughed.

“I only used those for the maximum affect,” Viggo said mildly. “The orcs were glad to have somewhere to chuck them.”

“You didn’t have to smell it!” Elijah shook his head. “They are very dirty orcs!”

Viggo grinned, showing all his teeth. “It taught Dom to think twice about pranking his elders. We tend to have twice the experience.”

“Naw... just reminded him of the eleventh commandment.” Elijah sighed and laid his cheek back against Viggo’s shoulder.

“Go to sleep, lovely Elijah. I want you in peak shape for our hike. And don’t worry about kids... we have a long time to decide.”

“Goodnight, love.” He closed his eyes, letting the tiredness sweep him into sleep.

“I love you, Elijah,” Viggo swept his arm around Elijah and nuzzled into his pillows, content with the state of his world.
**********

Viggo first opened his eyes as the break of dawn began to filter into their tent. The birds broke into a cacophony of song, which he listened to with a small smile. His fingers began to trail over Elijah’s skin unthinkingly.

Elijah muttered and grumbled, snuggling closer to Viggo and letting out a little snore as he dreamed on.

Viggo chuckled and licked a tasty earlobe once, before shutting his eyes again. He had promised to let Elijah sleep in, and the chilly mountain air did not invite hopping up anyway.

Elijah muttered again, this time Viggo’s name, and shifted until something hard pressed into Viggo’s thigh, making it clear what kind of dreams he was having.

“I guess you don’t get enough in real life.” Viggo’s smile turned feral. He leaned down to whisper in Elijah’s ear, “Please, Elijah. More.” He ran one finger over the morning erection, tickling just under the balls.

Elijah moaned softly, eye’s fluttering and slowly lifted his head, eyes more than half shut. “Viggo?”

“I’m here, love. Go back to sleep.” He kissed the bleary eyes and stroked his hand over Elijah’s cock slowly.

Elijah woke up more, his eyes opening all the way, and grinned, pulling away from Viggo’s hand. “Nope... don’t want your hand...” He kissed Viggo, softly at first.

Viggo kissed back as gently. “Whatever you want is yours, my Elijah.”

Elijah’s lips quirked upwards into a grin, and he deepened their kiss dramatically, his tongue sliding into Viggo’s mouth, imitating what he really wanted, what he had been dreaming about.

Viggo sucked on the tongue and then chewed on it a little for good measure. When he finally needed to breathe, he winked once at Elijah. “Well, if that’s what you want, I might have to say... what way do you want me?”

Elijah whispered honestly, “Every way you’ll let me” and started kissing his way down Viggo’s body, detouring to tease his nipples for several moments. “Just lay back... old man!”

By the time Viggo lay back, his entire body nearly jangled with sensations. He breathed out heavily, trying not to get carried away too quickly. His hands twisted into the fabric of their bedroll, as he obeyed Elijah.

Elijah smiled up at Viggo for a moment. “I want you.” His mouth started its way downwards again, licking and kissing, leaving little nips here and there, finally finding himself between Viggo’s legs. He pressed several soft, open mouthed kisses to Viggo’s cock before moving down even further.

“Elijah,” Viggo groaned deep in his throat and then opened his legs invitingly to his lover, spreading them as far apart as physically possible.

“Thanks...” And with that, Elijah’s tongue went to work, caressing and stroking Viggo’s balls as his hand delved into bag, coming up with a small vial of oil. He considered for a moment before sitting back a little and whispering, “Roll over Vig?” His eyes gleamed in the early light.

Viggo relaxed on his back and then lifted an eyebrow at Elijah. For a moment, he paused and then rolled over on his stomach. “Be gentle with me,” he whispered playfully.

Elijah smiled, his lips at Viggo’s ear as he whispered, “Always, my love...” He started caressing, licking and kissing, nibbling and nipping his way down Viggo’s back, caressing all of it just as he had Viggo’s chest.

“Mmmmm.” Viggo arched his entire body happily under the exploration and then relaxed again. “Take me, Elijah.”

Elijah laughed a little breathlessly. “Not yet, Viggo... I’m gonna savor every moment of this,” he teased, before continuing his caresses down Viggo’s body.

Viggo growled a little at Elijah and then lay his head down on his arms, relaxing and shutting his eyes peacefully.

Elijah just laughed and bit Viggo’s ass softly, once and then several more times. Then he went back and soothed each one with his tongue lavishly.

Viggo growled again and looked over his shoulder at Elijah, before setting his head back down again.

Elijah restrained his laugh this time, and brought his hands up to cup Viggo’s cheeks, pulling them a little apart. Leaning in close he blew cool air over the entrance to Viggo’s body.

A shiver traveled from the tips of Viggo’s toes up through the top of his head. His eyelids fluttered, and he sighed deeply, pushing his hips upward toward Elijah in genuine desire.

Elijah did it once more, cool air bathing the entire crevice before he caressed the full length with just the tip of his tongue.

Viggo pushed against the tongue, his body powerful and responsive to Elijah’s touch. “You are being a bit of a devil, today,” he growled deeply.

“Only a bit? I’ll have to try harder.” He traced his tongue up the same path as before, several times, going from just the tip of his tongue to the full flat and then back again.

Viggo snarled this time and twisted back to seek out his mouth. “Come here.”

Elijah’s laugh was lost in their kiss as he fused their lips together for a long, deep kiss of pure need.

Viggo reached back to drag his fingernails over Elijah’s ass. Since he did not chew his fingernails off, they left scratches on the pale flesh. He also used the position to push his ass up into Elijah’s groin and pull him down at the same time.

Elijah grinned down at Viggo’s and shook his head. “And I thought you were all for slow and leisurely...” Pulling out of Viggo’s grip, Elijah oiled his fingers quickly and a moment later one of them was teasing the entrance to Viggo’s body.

“Is that a challenge?” Viggo hissed, pushing back against him and flexing his muscles easily.

Elijah shook his head and pressed a kiss to Viggo’s hip. “No challenge... I just forget how pushy a bottom you are sometimes, my Viggo.” His voice was full of love as he started moving his finger within Viggo’s body, stretching him in preparation before adding a second finger.

Viggo sighed and took a deep breath in order to calm himself again. “You licked my nipples and then expect me to be patient... cruel Elijah.” He lay himself back down and shut his eyes quietly. “I’ll try to be good.”

“I learned from a master, my love...” Elijah smiled and started moving his fingers faster, stretching Viggo more, not wanting to hurt him.

“I don’t expect any patience from you,” Viggo grumbled softly. He breathed deeply again and buried his face in his arms, trying not to respond.

Elijah muffled his laugh in several kisses to the small of Viggo’s back. “Well, maybe I’m learning...” He added third finger, searching out Viggo’s prostate.

“Ohyoudirtylittlecheat,” Viggo grumbled and could not help but push back needily against the fingers.

“Told you... learned from a master...” He stroked his finger tips over the small bundle of nerves several times.

“Don’tthinkyoulearnedthisfromemealone,” Viggo hissed out on one long breath, arching again and again to meet the delicious touch.

Elijah did not reply this time as he was concentrating on what he was doing, stretching Viggo with one hand and oiling himself with the other, without dropping the vial of oil onto the sheets.

Viggo knew he could easily take Elijah at this point, but he let Elijah work at his own pace.

Only when he was completely sure Viggo was stretched and open did Elijah remove his fingers. Then in one long slow thrust, Elijah sunk himself inside.

Only the sway of Viggo’s neck gave away his deep reaction to the penetration. He trembled slightly and then sighed deeply. “God, you feel right.”

“So do you...” Elijah sighed, pressing his lips to Viggo’s nape as he panted. “I never feel so complete... when you are inside me... or me in you... different, but complete.”

“Two parts of the same whole,” Viggo sighed on a low exhale. He trembled slightly from the effort not to push up against Elijah. “We don’t do this enough.”

“No. No, I don’t....” Elijah sighed and then slowly, oh so slowly, pulled out of Viggo before plunging back into him deeply with a cry of pleasure.

Viggo held himself in check, except for answering with a deep cry of his own. “Please...”

Elijah was still for just a moment before he started moving in a smooth rhythm sliding in and out of Viggo’s body, hips moving, changing angles until he stimulated Viggo’s prostate with each thrust.

Unable to help himself, Viggo bucked against Elijah with each stroke. His deep-throated growls echoed the movements on his prostate. His right hand reached back to stroke Elijah’s hips, near where they were joined.

Elijah’s happy moans answered Viggo as he reached out with his own hand to tangle their fingers together, holding onto Viggo’s hand as he started to speed up, slowly, but his thrusts became more and more forceful.

Finally, Viggo pushed back against the thrusts, his body physically incapable of remaining still any longer. His free hand dug into the blankets, pulling on it hard.

Once they had settled into their rhythm, the one they always seemed to find together, Elijah let go of Viggo’s hip and reached under his body, wrapping around the proud erection he found there and stroked it.

If Viggo remembered how to use words in those few moments, he would have told Elijah in the most poetic ways possible how wonderful he felt, how alive and perfect. Instead, his body spoke for him, slamming back against Elijah’s thrusts and then into his hand until sweat gleamed off his skin.

The fingers that were woven through Viggo’s were clenched tightly against Viggo’s hip as Elijah moved fasted and harder. Thrusting as deeply into Viggo’s body as he could, only to pull out and do it again, their skin smacking together wetly.

When everything finally overwhelmed his senses, Viggo felt himself let go into Elijah’s hand, even as he clamped on his lover. “OhGodIloveyou!” Viggo cried in one gasping breath.

Viggo’s tightness and the knowledge of Viggo’s climax tore away the slightest control Elijah had and with a desperate lunch forward he buried himself as deeply inside Viggo as he could before he came, screaming to the world, screaming his love to Viggo.

Viggo turned his head to bite and kiss at any part of Elijah he might reach. His body felt like a thousand live wires were still attached to the nerves.

Elijah pressed kisses and soft bites all over Viggo’s shoulders and face when he turned around, whispering how much he loved Viggo over and over again.

Viggo murmured replies, finally capturing Elijah’s mouth in a neck-twisting kiss. He softened his mouth, inviting Elijah to keep control.

Elijah did not stop whispering even as they kissed. Although there was a part of him that wanted to stay connected with his lover, Elijah knew he could not, so he slowly pulled out of Viggo’s body.

Sighing in protest at losing Elijah, Viggo pulled away from the kiss and said, “My lovely Elijah, how perfect you are for me.”

“Perfect? We’re perfect for each other then.” Elijah sighed deeply as he fell to the bedroll beside Viggo, smiling up at him. “How I adore you.”

Viggo settled on stomach, arms folded under his head. “And how wonderfully you just expressed that love to me. I may not be able to get up tomorrow at all.”

Elijah giggled softly, pressing a kiss to Viggo’s arm. “Well... there’s always the next day... it’s not like we’re on filming schedule or anything.”

“How lovely those words are.... say them again,” Viggo said with a content grin.

Giggling more, Elijah then controlled himself and whispered into Viggo’s ear in his most sultry, ‘I wanna fuck you’ voice, “We have absolutely no schedule.”

“Mmm, music to my little ears,” Viggo purred back in his ‘willing to be seduced’ voice.

Elijah’s laughter was nothing more than huffing breaths against Viggo’s shoulder.

Viggo nuzzled his laughing Elijah playfully and then nipped. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, baby... not at you... at us... bliss is no filming schedule!” He laughed some more.

“Well, it depends on the shooting schedule,” Viggo said, unable not to smile when Elijah did. He sought out and found Elijah’s lips again.

Elijah sighed happily and kissed Viggo back with all tenderness, arms linking around Viggo’s neck as he purred happily into their kiss.

Viggo rolled over so he could wrap his arms tightly around Elijah. He dug his fingers into the perfect little ass, thinking happily how it all belonged to him and nobody else.

Elijah wriggled against the hold with a happy little sound. “God I love that.” He giggled softly. “Is that perverse?”

“If it is, I sure as hell don’t mind.” He squeezed again, pulling Elijah even closer to him.

Elijah just sighed in bliss and tucked his face into Viggo’s neck. “Nap? Then more loving?”

“No way I can resist such an offer,” Viggo purred. He shifted his pillow back under his head and settled comfortably, stroking Elijah’s back.

Elijah sighed and pressed a few soft kisses to Viggo’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

Viggo rested his hand on Elijah’s back and ass, before shutting his eyes and letting himself drift asleep.

When Elijah woke, he lifted his head slowly, wondering if Viggo was awake, not wanting to disturb him if he was not, but it was seldom that he woke first when they were on the same sleeping schedule.

A swift hand reached up and pulled Elijah into a passionate kiss. “You slept for longer than you anticipated, I fear,” Viggo rumbled when he let go again.

“Sorry... but you wore me out...” Elijah grinned before rolling away, getting a bottle of water and taking several long swallows before offering it to Viggo. “Morning breath...” he sighed.

“Mine or yours?” Viggo asked, gulping down the rest of the bottle in a few large slurps.

“Mine!” Elijah sighed. “My mouth tastes like someone died in it...” Getting up, he headed down to the creak to wash his face and teeth, then splashed himself down to get clean-ish.

“How romantic,” Viggo sighed. He rolled easily out of the bedroll and breathed in deeply of the crisp morning air. His arms stretched toward the sky as his naked body paid homage to the sun.

Elijah came back up the hill and moaned loudly, his instincts telling him to drop to his knees and offer the proper worship to Viggo and his beautiful body.

A lazy grin flashed at Elijah, and Viggo dropped his arms and walked over to hug him. “It's going to be a lovely day. Ready for our hike?”

Elijah hugged Viggo before shaking his head. “Viggo? It’s like... mid-afternoon already, isn’t it a little late?”

Viggo blew a raspberry on Elijah’s forehead and then sighed, “I suppose you’re right, we can’t go on the originally planned hike... but there is a shorter hike we could try.”

“Sounds like a plan... I’ll get dressed then...” He headed into the tent.

“Of course, you could just leave me here naked and go get dressed,” Viggo agreed, starting a fire to cook their breakfast.

He called out from inside the tent, “If I don’t get some clothes on, Viggo, I’m gonna jump you again, regardless of anything else... so don’t complain if you really want to go for a walk.”

Viggo peeked in and smacked Elijah playfully on the ass. “And I do want some time to go hiking. I can make love to you at home... or anywhere else for that matter.”

“Are you telling me this is an anywhere?” Elijah wriggled his ass at Viggo, stopping his dressing as he looked over his shoulder at his lover.

“Well, everywhere is an anywhere, if you get my meaning.” Viggo leaned forward to kiss Elijah’s rump and then disappeared back out of the flap.

“Do I what?” It took Elijah several minutes to control himself before he came out fully dressed. “Vig, I’ll finish cooking breakfast... you go get dressed, please.”

Standing up, Viggo stretched again to the sky and worshipped the sun. He then winked at Elijah and headed for the tent. Once inside, he started dressing while singing a happy camping song.

Elijah finished off their breakfast, wondering out loud, “I wonder if I’ll be able to control myself.” He sighed and shook his head.

Emerging in full hiking gear, Viggo sat down next to Elijah. “Are you ever able to control yourself?”

“Seldom, you drive me insane.” Elijah handed Viggo a plate of breakfast and started eating his own.

Viggo dug into the powdered eggs, bacon and tomato like he had never eaten in his life. “I seem to have that effect on most people... insanity, I mean.”

“Well... if it helps... I enjoy it.” Elijah smirked at Viggo as he ate his own food.

“So do I... nothing I like more than a little insanity... helps build character!” His eyes laughed at Elijah, even as he polished off his food. “All right, I’m done. Let’s go!”

Elijah finished and nodded. “Just let me put on the right shoes.” He disappeared into the tent again, coming back with a small backpack and their water bottles.

Picking up his pack, Viggo made sure they had enough water and some snacks for the road. “Coooeei!”

Listening to the echoes, Elijah shivered. “I don’t know... no one around for miles and miles, and he wants to go walking... instead of enjoying nature in the buff with me.”

Viggo took Elijah’s hand and gave him a little tug. “Quit your complaining, little hobbit. There’s more to life than sex. There’s hiking!” He began to walk up a small trail out of their camp and toward the river.

“Sex is more fun!” Elijah grinned and tugged back at Viggo before starting to walk with him, fairly contentedly. “So... where are we going? Or did you tell me already, and I forgot?”

A roll of his eyes conveyed to Elijah what Viggo thought of that statement. He led him along the trail, which began to parallel the river without it being in view. “You’ll see when we get there,” Viggo said mysteriously.

Elijah just grinned unrepentantly at Viggo. “Sorry if my passion can overwhelm me. Would you rather that I didn’t feel passion for you?”

“Brat. You know I love your passion. Actually, I love everything about you.” Viggo fluffed Elijah’s hair and headed right at a fork in the trail. The slope steepened a bit, but not enough to slow Viggo down. He did ease up a bit for Elijah’s benefit, however.

“That’s such a lovely thing to say, Viggo.” Elijah stopped them long enough to press a kiss to Viggo’s lips before he started walking again. “It’s very pretty here... almost as nice as watching you.”

“Now, I know you are crazy,” Viggo said with a little snort. “This scenery is far grander than I shall ever be, little hobbit.” He rubbed the back of Elijah’s neck, just under his hairline, which often bugged him after a long day.

Elijah pressed his neck against Viggo’s massaging hands, almost purring at the soothing pressure. “Ohhh... that’s very nice, you can keep doing that.” He smiled at Viggo a little distractedly, a long sigh of pleasure making its way from the depth of his throat. “Viggo, love... you are my favorite thing in the world to look at... didn’t you know that?”

“Silly boy,” Viggo said, but his pleasure was obvious. He leaned down to place a sucking kiss where his hands had massaged before. “Come on, I might know something that will change your mind.”

“I’m silly because looking at my lover is a highly pleasurable thing? I think you’re the silly one, Vig, if you can’t say the same.” He kept up with Viggo. “So, you’re gonna tell me what we’re going to see?”

Viggo stopped and turned toward Elijah with a warm smile. He leaned down a little and pulled him up for a long kiss. His tongue played gently with Elijah’s, even as his hands explored his back. “I don’t even have to look at you, love. Just sensing you near me gives me pleasure. And we are going to see a vista of clouds.”

“A vista of clouds? Sounds very pretty...” Elijah smiled up at Viggo, his arm around Viggo’s waist even as they started walking again. “I guess I’m a failure as a nature lover. I love man before nature.” He grinned. “One man anyway.”

“Alas, yes, I have failed in my attempts to make you a junior woodchuck.” Viggo steered them up a patch of rocks, carefully climbing over them and making sure Elijah had no trouble. “But at least you do appreciate me.”

Elijah grinned. “I’m a Wood, not a woodchuck!” He smirked and kissed Viggo’s cheek as he passed Viggo going over a large rock. “Thanks... and yes, I appreciate you more than I can say.”

“Which is why you want to have sex all the time... to show me in other ways. And because you are an extremely physical being who just loves sex. Not as bad as Dom, of course, who cums from a hard stare, but nearly as bad.” Viggo beamed up at Elijah.

“And pray tell, Viggo Peter Mortensen Junior, how do you know Dom cums from a hard stare?”

“Orlando once did that to him in the middle of a nightclub.” Viggo snickered at the memory. “I swear he ran out of their using poor Livvy as a shield to hide the stain on his pants.” The vision made Viggo laugh, and he threw back his head to enjoy the laughter.

Elijah’s expression became less and less serious until he suddenly joined in with Viggo’s laughter, shaking his head and leaning against Viggo. “Ohhh poor Dommie!!!” And he laughed harder.

Wrapping an arm around Elijah’s shoulders, Viggo pulled him close. “You don’t think I would ever want Dom, do you?”

“I don’t know... he’s very... well, he’s attractive if you like scruffy, bright, outgoing... aggressive...” Elijah shrugged. “And he had the worst hard on for you for ages. It’s not like I expect that you were a monk before we got together... I know you wouldn’t be unfaithful.”

“People said the two of you were shagging like bunnies, too,” Viggo said with a goofy little smile. “And I thought I caught you staring his way a few times...” He leaned down to nuzzle Elijah’s cheeks. “Billy was more my type.”

“Dom?” Elijah shook his head. “Not my type. I’d be more likely to go for... for Sean!” He smirked at Viggo.

“I have to admit, there were a few times I thought Bean wanted to do more than get the Ring from Frodo.” He kissed the smirk. “Or do you mean Astin?”

“I was thinking of Samwise... but I wouldn’t have been... adverse to a bit of the old rough and tumble with Beanie.” Elijah smirked more and kissed Viggo again.

“I can see you could never be fitted for a monk’s robes either,” Viggo purred, “though the idea that anyone laid a hand on you besides me makes me growl.”

“Never claimed to be a monk, Vig... But I’m a one ranger hobbit.” He kissed Viggo reassuringly.

“Yes, but that leaves all the non-rangers,” Viggo said, hugging him once. He began to climb up the rocks again. “Come on, let’s get to the top so we can sit and enjoy our snacks.”

“Sounds like a plan...” Elijah followed him. “Onward and upward!” He laughed, wondering just what had inspired that outburst.

A bird flew by, scolding them for invading its territory. Viggo waved at it and then scrambled to the very top, before seating himself on a flat rock.

Elijah watched the bird before scrambling the last few rocks. “Is it just me or did that bird just tell us off?”

“Oh, it definitely told us off,” Viggo said with a smile. He pointed off into the distance, where a vale of clouds shrouded a valley below. “Just look at that, would you? How can man ever really consider himself a powerful creature when he has no means to even try and do such a thing?”

“But don’t you think one day... when we understand enough we’ll be able to do such things? Think about what we can do now... and think how prehistoric man would think it magic... imagine what we will be able to do in another two thousand years, let alone longer.”

Viggo razzed softly into the air. “And look at what terrible things we have done, too. Progress is such a dicey idea... we often find that we create more problems than we solve via our progress.”

“I have to believe we will be able to fix it, Viggo... else wise... what’s the point of any of it?” He looked at Viggo and he was dead serious.

“The point? Loving each other is the point, Lijah. What else matters in this crazy world?” He leaned forward and kissed him sweetly.

Elijah returned the kiss with startling intensity, wrapping his arms around Viggo and pressing them close together as he explored the well know openness of Viggo’s mouth.

Viggo returned the kiss with all his own formidable intensity and skill, knowing Elijah needed the reassurance sometimes. He let his younger lover lead, responding and not taking over as he sometimes did... or tired to do. Elijah could be a rather overwhelming force.

Elijah eventfully let himself relax, the intensity of the kiss fading away into the simple sweet pleasure of kissing the man he loved.

Little spots jumped, scurried and danced a polka in front of Viggo’s eyes before he pulled back to gulp a bit of air. “So, I guess that was the right answer.”

“Yeah... it was perfect.” Elijah sighed and moved so he was sitting between Viggo’s legs, his back resting snugly against Viggo’s chest, wrapping Viggo’s arms around himself and then his own arms over Viggo’s.

“You know, I would have done that for myself,” Viggo teased gently. He pulled out a cookie- white chocolate chip with macadamia nuts- for himself and began to much.

“I know you would have, but I wanted to.” Elijah turned his head to kiss Viggo’s neck and smiled. “You love those cookies, don’t you?”

“I love you more, but I am addicted to them. Want one?” He offered some to Elijah, settling his arm around his waist even tighter.

“No thanks, babe... you enjoy them much, much too much for me to eat them... especially when they aren’t my favorite.”

“I brought some of your favs, too, little hobbit.” Viggo pressed his chin into Elijah’s hair and sighed happily. “This is the life.”

“Don’t need chocolate... got Viggo... better than chocolate.” He smiled and then laughed. “Better than chocolate and porn! Perfect.” And right then and there, it was. Perfect.