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New: Kissing It Better (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: Kissing It Better
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Our lovely Riley. *kisses and muchness of love*
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: A massage turns into something much more for the sex-deprived Elijah, who has only had sex with fifteen people so far during filming! He's eager to make it sixteen!
Author's Notes: This is a little fun fic Ems and I wrote awhile back when we were just goofing around. Enjoy the silliness!
Viggo surveyed the assembled cast with growing amusement. Despite the admonishment of PJ to not stay up all night and get enough sleep, he could count at least ten people who looked as if they were about to keel over and sleep right on the cold ground.
Elijah blinked slowly, regretting that he'd let Dom stay at his place last night. Yawning wildly he pulled his jacket closer, wondering how long before he could get a nap. Even ten minuets would be great
Orlando's head tottered slowly toward Bean's shoulder and landed there as Viggo watched. He noticed Billy swaying slightly on his feet, Astin discreetly elbowing him now and then. Craig looked ready to throttle Liv, who kept swatting him when he yawned noticeably, which happened every other minute. And Dom and Elijah... well Viggo would lay odds that he would find both of them passed out behind large props before the day was done.
As he studied them, he caught Elijah's eye and winked rather broadly.
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo and stepped over to him, laying his head on Viggo's shoulder and closing his eyes with a deep felt sigh. "Don't move," he whispered.
Wrapping an arm around Elijah and ignoring Dom's glare, he whispered, "So, what game was it last night that just could not wait until today? Killer Grannies with Chainsaws? Crashing, Bashing Octopi? My personal favourite- Rampaging Hamsters?"
"Drunken Dom deciding that running around the house at three a.m. was the funniest thing on the planet." Elijah sighed deeply and hid his face in Viggo's neck. "Sooo tired."
"You are tired, if my mocking of your video games does not even illicit a response." Viggo smiled at PJ, who was glaring at his troops with his 'why-don't-you-ever-listen-to-me' face. "There is a large hobbit glaring at us," he whispered into Elijah's ear.
Elijah gave Peter his most pathetic sorry look and closed his eyes again, managing to doze off against Viggo's shoulder.
Viggo listened to PJ's speech with rapt attention. Nodding at all the right spots and saying "yes" and "no" whenever necessary. All the while, he was too aware of Elijah asleep against his shoulder. He tried shaking him a few times, pinching a few others, even tugging at his hair, but the man remained fast asleep. When the lecture finally ended and they began to break up for their scenes, Viggo tried again to wake up Elijah. Nothing worked, until Viggo stepped away and watched Elijah flop right to the ground.
"That was not necessary." Elijah slowly stood up and walked away with the tatters of his dignity following behind him.
Following close behind, Viggo reached out to rub away a kink he knew lurked in Elijah's left shoulder. "Honestly, I tried just about everything else and thought carrying you like a fainted 30’s movie heroine might make you upset."
"You didn't have to do that." He looked up at Viggo, lip protruding in a pout, even as he pressed into the rubbing hand, his neck crackling and popping. "It was mean... just say my name. That will wake me."
Viggo stared at the protruding lip, thinking it should be classified as a deadly weapon, along with Elijah's eyes. The combination of the eyes and the lip could stun a charging rhinoceros. "Honestly, you were out. I could not get you to stir for anything." He tried his best massaging action, trying to make up for the damage to Elijah's youthful pride.
Elijah's sigh and the pleasure of his neck relaxing drove the pout away and he looked down. "Um... Vig?" Elijah started scuffing his feet bashfully before glancing up at Viggo from under his lashes, "What *did* PJ say?"
"Well, apparently, he is considering firing all our asses and hiring a bunch of responsible people to take our places. Not to mention that he would like just once in awhile to find that his cast actually decides that listening to his end of the day lectures might do them some good. Beyond that, I get to spend the day tossing you around on a bed... which is regretfully less exciting than it sounds."
Elijah mentally started going through the script before finally asking, "Um... Viggo? In just what scene does Aragorn get to throw Frodo around on a bed in a regretfully less exciting way??"
Assuming Aragorn's masterful tone, Viggo said, "A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing..." The accent, the attitude, even the slight cower away from the larger man came to Elijah without thought.
"That's the one," Viggo said with a nod. "Apparently, he liked the dialogue, but he thought my tossing you around needed work. So, I get to throw you around for a bit."
"I don't know if I like this idea..." But Elijah's tone was amused. "I should make you kiss any bruises you give me all better."
“Be careful, hobbit. You might entice me to throw you around a bit too hard.” Viggo wiggled his eyebrows at Elijah teasingly.
“Viggo, man? Have you noticed how pale I am? I bruise with a hard look... a day of filming leaves me looking like I have an abusive boyfriend...”
“Elijah, dearest, you have four abusive boyfriends, named Dominic, Billy, Astin and Elfboy.” Viggo steered Elijah around a mass of orcs heading for another area of the set.
“Sorry to disappoint you Viggo darrrr-ling,” he drawled the word, “but they aren’t my boyfriends.”
“They understand that, right?” Viggo asked, stopping on the edge of their set, where people scurried around trying to get things just right for their fussy director. “The way they treat you, I thought you were a community wife or something...”
“You’re kidding right? They all seem to think I’m too young to be having sex with anyone... hell anything. They bloody baby-sit me whenever they get the chance. Up until I became Frodo I’d been having regular sex from the age of 15. I’m lucky if I’ve managed it 15 times since they all decided I’m as innocent as Frodo looks and they think they have to protect me from myself.”
Viggo eyebrows dashed off his forehead and hung in the air by a strand or two before falling back into place. “Fifteen times? Is that all? You poor baby.”
“You have no idea...” Elijah’s sigh was long suffering and full of repressed frustration.
“No, I really don’t,” Viggo said with a touch of satisfaction, but much more amusement. He watched PJ instruct the candle on the table to be moved just another inch to the left and then to the right and then back to the left. “Still, I highly doubt that even four nursemaids can hold you back from getting what you want when you want it.”
“You’d be surprised...” Elijah sighed again and leant against Viggo. “So... how goes the love life of Aragorn?”
“Aragorn or Viggo?” he asked with a little quirk to his lips. “Because Aragorn is getting very desperate for any love and may take a random hobbit and do unspeakable thing to him.”
Elijah grinned up at Viggo. “Is there somewhere I can put my name on the random hobbit wanting unspeakable things done to him list?”
“You are desperate to be after this scruffy ranger,” Viggo said with an identical grin. He arched an eyebrow at Elijah and the same side of his mouth angled upward. “I might be able to help you get rid of your nursemaids for a night or so... if you want.”
“You won’t regret it if you can, Viggo...” Elijah’s smile was sliding into pure sin.
“Oh, of that I’m sure,” Viggo said, his own smile already sinful, though he was thinking of the tremendous prank he would pull to incapacitate three hobbits and an elf.
Elijah shivered; he couldn’t help it and opened his mouth to respond, just as Peter called action. His expression expressed regret and anticipation to Viggo for a moment before Elijah was gone and there was only Frodo.
Strider threw Frodo across the room and into the bed with a crash.
“More!” yelled PJ.
Strider threw Frodo even harder across the room and into the bed.
“I’m not feeling the menace!” yelled PJ.
With a roar, Strider hurled Frodo into the bed, which promptly crunched and collapsed.
Elijah looked up bleary with watering eyes. “I am...” He looked at the broken bed and slowly started crawling out of the wreckage.
“Elijah, are you all right?” Viggo asked, desperately tossing a few stray pieces of headboard out of the way to pull Elijah up. “I didn’t mean to get so aggressive... guess I really owe you those kisses now.” He helped his costar to a chair, while PJ and the crew surveyed the ruins and tried to salvage what they could.
Elijah let Viggo help him, trying to fill his lungs with the air that had been forced out of them. “Yeah... just... just wait until I can breathe?”
“I’m kind of dangerous,” Viggo said with a sad little frown. He brushed stray wood pieces out of Frodo’s curly wig.
Elijah’s wane look slowly went away and he started to giggle. “Well... I do remember wishing that I could break a bed with you... although that wasn’t quite the scenario I had planned.”
Viggo laughed too and shook his head a little. “I’m flattered, Elijah, though not as much as I might have been if I did not know you had already broken a bed with fifteen other people.” His expression was pure teasing with perhaps a hint of seriousness.
“I didn’t say that I’d been with 15 people... and I didn’t say I’d broken a bed with any of them.” Elijah’s rebuttal was almost prim.
“True...” Viggo began to rub Elijah’s neck again. “Maybe I should give you a proper neck rub later. After being tossed into that bed and not sleeping all night, I bet your neck will give you Hell.”
“It’s been better...” Elijah admitted. “I gratefully accept.”
“Want to come over to my place then? I can drive you after we finish, which may be early, given I destroyed the set...”
“Love to, Vig... assuming you have food or a good take out place? I... well I haven’t eaten yet today.”
Viggo eyed Elijah’s small frame with an appraising stare and then nodded once. “It looks like a full evening of hobbit pampering for me then.”
Elijah’s smile was slow, lips curving upwards in almost slow motion into a smile. “I promise to do some Ranger pampering in return.”
“Of course, we have to clear it with your mothers first,” Viggo said, noticing Astin across the way keeping a watchful eye on them.
“Just act like you do around Henry until we’re outta sight?” Elijah didn’t look over at Sean, knowing if he made eye contact with any of his ‘keepers’ they would be there in a heartbeat and would never leave them alone.
“You want me to embarrass you in front of everyone?” Viggo asked, thinking of Henry’s last visit. He headed for the wardrobe department at a signal from PJ, leading Elijah with him. “I think PJ may have a cerebral hemorrhage soon.”
“Too late, he had that the day he got the rights... and all of this is his fevered coma dream.” Elijah leant against Viggo a little sadly. “Do you every wonder if it’s worth it?”
“Never,” Viggo said, sitting down on the step of the feet trailer. “Even if nothing was to come of the movie, I met a lot of good people, took a ton of pictures and basically enjoyed myself. Do you?”
“I have my moments... honestly they are normally few and far between. I guess I’m feeling a little sorry for myself.” Elijah shook his head, pushing the mood away as he moved into the trailer. “Meet you in... two hours?”
“Two hours, by my car.” He stood and tweaked Elijah’s nose affectionately, before heading for his own dressing room.
Two hours later Elijah was sitting on the hood of Viggo’s car, swinging his legs and looking about ten years old.
Viggo strode out, dressed in jeans, a tattered shirt and carrying his sandals in his hands. He smiled broadly upon spotting Elijah and headed for him. “You’re early!”
“Didn’t dare let the mother hens get a look at me...” He sighed. “Can we flee?”
“Of course.” He dangled the keys and opened the front door and then the side one. “Come into my web, little fly.”
Elijah got down and slid into the car, relaxing into the seat with a groan of pleasure. “As long as you don’t have eight legs.”
“Now, that might be fun,” Viggo said with a thoughtful nod. He pulled out and headed for his home at his usual breakneck speed. “How are the neck and feet?”
“Sore, but nothing really outside the normal... I do have some interesting patterning across my ribs though.”
A slight flush of shame touched Viggo’s rough cheeks, visible even though the beard. “Yeah, about that... may I say again how sorry I am?”
“It’s ok, Vig... a hard stare can bruise me... I mean it... so relax.” He leant over and kissed Viggo’s cheek.
Viggo smiled uncertainly. “Maybe we should use your double next time... not that I want to hurt him, mind you, but one time of me tossing you around is enough.”
“I don’t know... tossing can be very enjoyable if done right.” Elijah grinned at Viggo.
“Well, I think that was the wrong kind,” Viggo said. He glanced over at Elijah and lifted one eyebrow. “Have you always been this randy...? I mean since your balls dropped?”
“Um...” Elijah looked thoughtful, “Yes and no... It’s the... chaperonage that’s making me worse, I’m not used to being unable to act on my desire.”
“You’ve had sex fifteen times since we started filming. You do realize that a lot of people don’t have sex that many times in a year... or longer.” Viggo chuckled a few times.
“Once a week is a lot?” Elijah shook his head. “Josh and I normally couldn’t keep our hands off each other... Once an hour seemed too little.”
“Josh?” Viggo took a left turn rather fast and gave Elijah a little grin. “Boyfriend?”
“Don’t know... more than friend with benefits... I hate that description by the way... but... I don’t know if he’d say we’re boyfriends. I... I care about Josh, but if he came and told me he’d fallen in love, I’d kiss him goodbye without regret.”
“You are a cruel man... or did you mean in love with someone else?” Viggo took a sharp right turn, the wheels squealing.
“With someone else!” Elijah frowned. “Geeze! I’m not an asshole you know, Vig.”
“Sorry,” Viggo said with a slight smile of apology. “Ever had a serious relationship?”
“Good question.” Elijah didn’t answer but asked, “What’s it like being a parent?”
“The best thing in the world... I won’t lie to you, Elijah, I like sex... and I’ve been cavalier about it in my life, but not so much anymore. Not since I became a father.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed. “I gave up a lot when Henry was born- the all night parties, the drunken weekends, the smoking, the mindless sex- but it was like giving up nothing.”
Elijah smiled, he couldn’t help it. “How badly spoilt is he?”
“He isn’t, really. Not that I was very good at discipline, anymore than Exene was... but he’s never needed it. I guess all the wild genes were left behind.” He pulled up in front of his building and stopped. “He’s a good kid. He’ll never be a movie star, thank the stars, but he’ll be whatever else he wants to be.”
Elijah got out of the car thinking. “Did the two of you ever think about trying again? I mean you obviously love Henry... why not another one?”
“Because we didn’t love each other anymore,” Viggo said softly. He opened the front door and bowed Elijah inside.
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before walking into the house.
“What was that for?” Viggo asked, swatting his rear with a playful hand.
“Ohhh...” Elijah stopped and wriggled his ass for a moment, “That was fun.”
Viggo swatted him again and then took his hand, leading him upstairs. “I have a nice massage table up here and complete amenities.”
“Amenities?” Elijah snickered. “Gonna offer me different flavoured lube too?” Elijah shot a playful grin at Viggo as they headed up, looking around. “You know... I’ve never been upstairs in your place before”
“Actually, I do have differently scented massage oils and various massage aids,” Viggo said with an innocent look back at Elijah. “And the upstairs is not exactly thrilling... its where my bedroom is, along with my studio, the massage room and other places I don’t take casual visitors.”
Elijah smiled. “So... I’m more than a casual visitor... that pleases me... although I’m not totally sure why.” Elijah’ss smile this time held no suggestiveness, but happiness. “Massage aids?”
“You’ll see.” Viggo led him into a small room, dominated by a large massage table. There was a rack nearby containing, amongst other things, an assortment of massage oils, several large towels, a massage ball, a knobbly, and lotion. He indicated the table. “Strip off your shirt, socks and shoes and hop up.”
Elijah undressed without fanfare, revealing a pale body covered in bruises of various ages and colours. It was painful looking but the way he moved, with little to no discomfort, either it didn't hurt him or he was used to it. "Do you want me to strip down to my boxers?"
"Please do, if you want me to do your legs as well." Viggo frowned slightly at the bruises all over Elijah and considered which treatment might best help alleviate them. He also stripped off his own shirt and tossed it over a chair.
"Sure..." Elijah dropped his pants and then quickly folded his clothes and got up onto the table, wiggling until he was laying face down comfortably. "Do with me as you will."
"Actually, I need you face up in order to do a neck rub." He chose the emu oil and added it to the nice smelling sweet almond oil. He pulled up a chair and sat down behind the table. Pouring some on his hands, he rubbed them together to warm them up. "Ready?"
Elijah looked at Viggo from his 'upside-down' perspective and smiled. "Yes, I'm ready... you look funny upside-down, Vig. This is not the angle I'm used to seeing you from."
"I look funny from all angles," Viggo said with a little wink. He began the massage with gentle pulling motions, alternating hands and squeezing Elijah's neck between his thumb and fingers. "Let me know if anything bothers you."
Elijah shook his head just slightly. "No you don't." But he didn't say anything more, just smiled at Viggo and started breathing slowly, letting the massaging hands start to relax him.
Viggo went quickly about his work, using alternate fingertips to make circles along both sides of the spine. He lifted the head and neck, allowing gravity to pull his fingers down along the base of Elijah's skull. He then used his hands to push on the shoulders, probing with his fingers for tight muscles and sore spots. "You have such lovely skin, Elijah... soft as a baby."
Elijah giggled at that compliment but it was cut off as he hissed, Viggo's fingers finding one of the sorest spots on his entire body. He barely kept himself from arching off the table as all his breath left his lungs, a mangled gasped attempt to swear.
"Whoa, easy," Viggo murmured, his fingers gentling against the sore area. He brushed over it again, more gently, working with all his patience to ease out the kink. "How is that feeling?"
"Better... less... less acute?" he sighed, starting up the deep breathing again, knowing it would help him both focus and relax. "Tell... tell me something about you? Just... talk for a bit?"
He applied more pressure to the spot, gently and carefully working out the spot. "When I was doing Witness, I had several people mistake me for an actual Amish. They were a very kindly old couple who wanted to know if they could take pictures with the Amish man. I tried to explain that I was not actually Amish, but they did not seem to understand. So now, somebody has pictures with me as an Amish."
Elijah's giggle was soft but amused and he was relaxing slowly. "If your ever in Amish country and see a man with his arm up the horse, just remember, that's a mechanic."
Viggo rolled his eyes noticeably and glided his fingers along the spine until it was at the base of the neck. He then balanced the head on the tips of his fingers. He waited until Elijah's head seemed to melt under his fingers and then made little circles at the base of his neck. "You shouldn't make jokes about horses, Elijah," he drawled. "They were my best friends growing up. Also, I plan to purchase Urias at the end of this set of movies."
"I wasn't joking about the horse, Viggy... but about the man." Elijah gave Viggo a semi repentant smile from a face that was showing a great deal of relaxation and pleasure. What Viggo was doing felt GOOD and he was relaxing under the touches happily.
"How do you manage to get your neck into such knots, little hobbit?" Viggo asked, working on yet another knot.
"Well... there are Rangers throwing me around, there are orcs throwing me around, there's climbing up fake rock faces with big floppy feet on, there's Andy throwing me around... there's Dom being an idiot..." He shrugged. "Answer the question?"
"And you’re not getting the relaxing sex you need," Viggo teased, flashing his biggest smile at Elijah. He removed his hands from his neck and began to rub his temples, the gesture soothing and slightly intimate.
Elijah nodded. "It does help... getting yourself off just isn't the same... no matter how nice it's... very alone."
Viggo finished the head and neck rub by tugging once on Elijah's ears playfully. "Now for your feet and legs." He grabbed the oils and carried them down to the other end of the table. "Still comfortable?"
"Pretty much... my arms are a little cool though..." Elijah lifted his head slightly to watch Viggo as he settled at the foot of the table. "So... did you like learn to do this or just pick it up as you went along?"
"I did a lot of odd jobs when I was younger," Viggo said mysteriously. He got a towel and draped it over Elijah's chest and arms to keep him warmer. He then went to his oil rack and chose a bottle of foot renewal aromatherapy oil. Bringing it to join his other oils, he mixed some in his hands and then picked up Elijah's foot. "Here we go, little hobbit." He held the right foot in both hands and stroked with his thumbs from ankle to toes.
Elijah whimpered softly, pushing his foot into a point, shivering and looking at Viggo. "That... That..." His head dropped back and his foot relaxed. "Do that again?"
He repeated the motion several more times, letting his fingers trail gently toward the toes and more firmly at the ankle. He repeated this motion over the sole of the foot carefully, fingers agile and careful. "Like that?"
Elijah let out a noise that was somewhere between a purr and a moan and wriggled his toes in pleasure. "Mmmmmhmmmmm.... More? Please?"
Viggo smiled at the purr and answered with a slight growl of appreciation. He gently moved the ankle from side to side to loosen the joint. "Nice?" Cupping the heel in one hand and the ball of the foot in the other, he rotated the foot slowly several times in each direction. This technique generally relaxed the person on the receiving end.
And it worked for Elijah. Slowly he started relacing, his muscles loosening and spreading a little, Elijah had the feeling he was melting into the table. "Yessss... very, very nice. Good hands."
Rough fingers stroked the top of Elijah’s foot gently and soothingly. His other hand slid down to hold the foot firmly by the arch. Playfully, he grasped each toe by the base and slowly and firmly pulled, sliding the fingers up to the top and then back. He repeated the motion with the sensitive toe, but this time, gently squeezed and rolled with his thumb and index fingers.
Elijah’s toes wriggled against Viggo’s fingers for a moment and he squirmed slightly on the table. “Ohhh...” He sighed, feeling the muscles relaxing more and more. “You could make a lot of money doing this, Vig.”
“When I’m too old to act and nobody wants my art anymore, I’ll consider it,” Viggo said, repeating the pull on each toe. “I once had a lover who came just by having his toes fondled.”
Elijah blushed suddenly, because right at that moment he could understand that more than he ever had before. “Oh... erm... I... I can understand that... I think?”
The blush made Viggo smile, and he switched to holding the foot by the heel. He slid his index finger between each toe a few times, saying, “This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy stayed home” -he grasped the small toe and wiggled it mightily- “and this little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home!”
Elijah started giggling at the first foot, but by the time Viggo had come to the last toe he was laughing loudly, wriggling and squirming on the table.
While Elijah laughed, Viggo pushed hard into Elijah’s arch as he slid from the ball to the heel and back again. He repeated the gesture five times, easing the tension in the arch. “How do you like that?”
Elijah cooed at the pleasant sensation, blushing just a little. “Oh... a lot...” He blushed deeper at the husky tone in his voice and the growing tightness in his boxers.
“Almost done with the foot.” Viggo stroked the foot over again to polish off the foot massage, before reaching for the second foot and repeating the process. “Shall I go on from here?”
“If you stop... I’ll be forced to hurt you ... and you’re too young to know such pain.”
“Well, if I’m going to be threatened by physical violence...” Viggo strolled up to carefully start stroking Elijah’s left thigh. He poured more oil into his palm first, rubbing it in before gliding his hands all the way down from thigh to ankle and then back up. His knuckles inadvertently brushed over the hardness in Elijah’s shorts.
Elijah let out a half strangled moan, barley able to control the desire to thrust his hips up, towards the knuckles caressing him. “Ohhh...” It was almost a pained whimper and Elijah turned his head away, staring at the wall as he took deep breaths, trying to get back his control.
“Sorry.” Viggo worked the oil into Elijah’s upper hamstring in circular up and down motions. He then glided lightly over the back of the knee and then deep into his calf muscle.
“Fuck!” Elijah gasped the word out as fingers dug into his calf, almost sending the muscles into a cramp. “OH...” He panted, the shock of pain clearing everything else from his mind for several long moments until Viggo’s fingers started to ease the sudden tension in the muscle. “Whoa.”
“Sorry,” Viggo said again softly. “Our calves do take a beating from work.” He continued to work the sore area until the last of the tension eased away.
Elijah relaxed slowly, smiling at Viggo just a little. “It’s ok... it was more the shock... I didn’t expect that... not at all.” He sighed, the tension easing away, reminding him of his arousal.
He swept down the rest of the leg and then switched to use the same techniques on the right leg. He applied more oil, until Elijah’s flesh gleamed in the light. “You have very nice legs.”
Elijah laughed softly, watching Viggo through eyes that were slightly glazed, pupils dilated with desire. “Do I?” And he smiled at Viggo invitingly. “Thanks...” Letting his eyes sweep down and then back up Viggo’s body, “So do you.”
“Why, thank you,” Viggo said with a little smile. He strolled up and reached for his abdomen, running light fingers over the area in preparation.
Elijah shivered powerfully, reaching to grab Viggo’s hands and hiss. “Not there... not yet.” And he took several long deep breaths before he could control himself. “I... I would like to head there... but... but that means... means bedroom. If... if you are in agreement?”
"I feel like we are in the middle of a serious trade negotiation," Viggo teased. He bent over Elijah, standing at his head, and kissed him from an upside-down position. The kiss was gentle and sweet, though with a hint of carefully restrained passion. "And maybe we are... as you seem to be more a one night stander, while I have become more restrained with... old age."
Elijah licked his lips, savouring the unique flavour that was Viggo and smiled. "No. Even here, with the four parent restraint I'm not a one night stand person by preference. Yes I enjoy sex, but I much prefer a lover than a series of one nights."
"Is that what you want then?" Viggo lifted his right eyebrow, which he realized must look very strange from Elijah's angle. "I admit... I find you more than desirable enough that I would try be content with a one time deal, but I would prefer something more substantial... if possible, even beyond the sex."
"I would very much enjoy calling and having you as a lover, Viggo... I... I think there could be a lot more than just sex... on my side at lease." Elijah's voice grew softer as he spoke, his facade stripping away with each word.
Viggo rubbed Elijah's chest with his still oily hands and then slid them up to tilt Elijah's head for a firmer kiss. "So... bed then?"
Elijah moaned softly and wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck, returning the kiss whole heartedly. "Please?"
Viggo stood up and offered Elijah a hand off the table. He stroked his cheek with a strong hand and then led him toward the bedroom.
Elijah walked just a little behind Viggo, his eyes running over Viggo, a smile of anticipation curving his lips. He could hardly resist the desire to slide his hand into Viggo's pants to touch his skin. But the bedroom wasn't far away and he could manage to wait that long.
Smiling a little, Viggo opened the door to his bedroom and stood aside to let Elijah get a good look. His bed was extra large due to his restlessness at night, though it did serve well for other purposes. A few of his less extreme paintings and photographs decorated the wall. Period pieces from the Victorian Era served for his dresser, night stands and bureau. A full length mirror stood along the side wall. "What do you think?"
"I like it... the paintings and the style of furniture should clash, but somehow it seems ... warm... very inviting." Elijah grinned up at Viggo. "I think your bed is inviting me in... don't you?"
"Even if its not, I am," Viggo said with a warm smile. He shucked off his pants even as he moved into the room, tossing them on a nearby chair. His boxers followed, leaving him completely bare as he lowered himself on the bed.
Elijah licked his lips, his mouth having suddenly dried up completely as he watched Viggo move. He'd known from the first time he'd met Viggo that this was a man perfectly comfortable in his own skin, but seeing him move without clothes he realised something else. Viggo moved like a jungle cat and it was sexy as all hell.
Spreading his legs invitingly, Viggo lay down on his back and presented himself in offering to Elijah. "Will you not join me?"
"Ohhhh yes..." Elijah shimmied his hips for a moment, boxers falling to the ground before he climbed onto the bed, crawling up over Viggo. "You're sexy as all hell, the way you move..."
Viggo cupped the back of Elijah's head and pulled him into a kiss. His other hand traced a path down Elijah's spin to the very edge of his ass and then back up to hold his shoulder. "And I am all yours."
Elijah shivered and pressed his body against Viggo's, purring into the kiss as he rocked gently, skin sliding against skin deliciously. "That's something I could very much get used to..." And he pressed another kiss to Viggo's lips.
Mouth moving in synchronicity with Elijah's, Viggo lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, the perfection of Elijah's taste and feel. His hips reacted to Elijah's movements naturally, rubbing against him tenderly. "You seem made to match me."
Elijah sighed and lifted his head to smile at Viggo, pressing soft kisses along Viggo's jaw. "A non-identical set?" Elijah's movements sped up some and he moaned, nibbling on Viggo's chin with careful teeth. "You feel just perfect against me."
"You feel perfect in my arms, too..." He stroked down again to fondle the skin of Elijah's ass, cupping it in his large, warm hands and pull him more firmly into the next thrust. He was picking up a little speed with each movement, as his body warmed up to the idea of making love to this perfect creature in his arms.
Elijah matched Viggo's speed, moaning in delight as he felt Viggo's body reacting against his own, "Perfect..." He whispered into Viggo's ear before biting the earlobe and tugging at it lightly, "Very perfect."
A low growl of a purr escaped Viggo at Elijah's tugging, and he reciprocated by chewing, sucking and licking at Elijah's ear. He slid his left leg further open to allow Elijah better access. "What do you want?" he whispered into the abused lobe.
"I want to watch you come apart... I want to see you, watch your every expression as you climax for me... and with me..." Elijah started nibbling his way down Viggo's neck, still whispering, "I want to know your taste, to feel you deep within me not only tonight but tomorrow as well... I want to know everything about being within you." Elijah lifted his head from Viggo's chest and looked up with passion drugged eyes. "I want everything, Viggo." And he lowered his head to take a pert nipple into his mouth and sucked it lightly.
The response was immediate and unrestrained- Viggo snarled and pushed desperately into the sucking mouth. His nipples always seemed to be attached to electric wires that spread throughout his body and energized everywhere, especially his groin. They also made him near helpless to whoever was stimulating him. He had a love-hate relationship with the sensitivity of his nipples.
Elijah suckled only long enough to realise the extremity of the reaction before lifting his head and looking up at Viggo, his expression showing he was both pleased and a little confused at Viggo's reaction. "Are you ok there, love?" The endearment came out without thought and he moved up a little so he could see Viggo's face better.
"Whew. Sometimes, I wish I hadn't been marked with two such obvious bullseyes on my chest." Viggo stroked Elijah's back with alternating movements of both hands, finally pausing to let them both rest on firm mounds of muscle. "They make me utterly insensible."
Elijah's lips curved up into a smile of pure pleasure. "What good is sense when one is insane?" He lowered his head, blowing cool air over Viggo's nipples, chilling them before enveloping one in a warm mouth and sucking lightly.
A shiver moved down Viggo's spine at the cold breath and then his whole body arched upward desperately into the warm mouth. He growled and hissed and snarled a few times insensibly before pushing Elijah away from his nipple. His strong arms held Elijah away from his prize, and he said in a soft voice, "Give a man a chance, Lijah."
"What if I don't wanna?" Elijah pouted at Viggo, but his tone was playful.
"Then I may have to cover my nipples with bandages so that you cannot get at them," Viggo said with a little frown. He leaned forward and nipped at the pouting mouth. "Brat."
"Nono! No bandages on nummy Viggo bits!" He pouted at Viggo more. "I'll be good! I'll be good!" And he looked at Viggo's beseechingly as he slowly lowered his lips to press a soft kiss to each nipple.
Viggo purred and growled at him happily. He reached down to stroke Elijah's hips and then slid his hand down to test the stomach. "You are a randy little lover."
Elijah shivered powerfully and thrust his belly towards the stroking hand, eyes fluttering closed and moaning, "Issss.... isss that a bad thing?"
"No, not at all," Viggo growled, happy to have achieved a little of his own back. He nuzzled Elijah's neck and then slid down to lick his collarbone. "I want to suck you."
Elijah sighed leant down, whispering into Viggo's ear, "That makes two of us, Viggo... I want to taste you."
"But I could be content to just lie like this with you and let my senses be swept away in this fashion," Viggo said with a happy wiggle of his hips against Elijah's. "But at this moment, I would say you have the advantage over me."
Elijah ground his hips down against Viggo's, hardness to hardness. "And how is that?" However Elijah's grin was an evil warning as his lips descended onto Viggo's nipples again, moving between the two of them, sucking and licking lightly.
Viggo's eyes fluttered shut, as he groaned in an almost plaintive fashion. Next time, whether Elijah liked it or not, he was going to keep that dirty little mouth away from his nipples. What good was being strong and tall, when you could be reduced to a helpless kitten by two bundles of nerves?
Elijah smiled as he started sliding down Viggo's body, his lips caressing and licking at his lower chest and then his abdomen. Lifting his head he flashed Viggo a grin before scooting down further and letting his tongue lap delicately as a cat lapping at cream, at head of the hard flesh he found there.
Amusingly, the sensation of a tongue at his erection actually helped Viggo regain some of his control. He watched Elijah with alert and aroused eyes, his hands reaching down to stroke his face and hair gently. "You are beautiful."
"I am?” Elijah smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to Viggo's palm before he started licking again, his method changing becoming more like a child with a melting ice cream, tongue swirling around the glans and then flickering across the tip.
Viggo allowed the licking to continue for a few more moments and then reached down to stop him. "Come here, Lijah." He pulled up with powerful arms, determined not to let Elijah take control of the entire affair.
Elijah draped himself over Viggo's body and delved into Viggo's mouth, sharing with Viggo the flavour he had gathered so happily.
Viggo rolled over and pinned Elijah beneath his great weight. Before he could protest or respond, he slithered down Elijah's body to access his lower body. Without a word, his tongue snuck out and began to explore all of the stomach that seemed so sensitive before.
Elijah's body arched upwards before he could even cry out, the sound following several moments afterward, just as soon as Elijah's vocal cords were able to process the commands being sent by his rather distracted brain. Mangled words that could mean anything before he managed some coherency, "You... You ... you... devil!!"
"I'm just returning the favour," Viggo purred. He concentrated his efforts on the area just around the navel, which seemed particularly sensitive to his touch. His warm tongue moved over the area with precise strokes, before he finally resorted to nibbling.
Elijah quivered and shook, his whole body condensed down to the sensitive skin Viggo was playing with. Words became far too difficult as he thrashed and twisted, the sounds coming from his body making his enjoyment plain.
Viggo eventually stopped licking and nibbling and slid up to kiss him again. "Elijah, I am so wound up, I don't know what I want. Except I want all of you, every part."
Elijah's blue eyes were very serious as he looked up at Viggo. "You can have it... every little part..." Elijah then kissed Viggo again, letting himself get lost in the wonderful sensation.
"All mine," Viggo whispered into the kiss. He reached down to spread Elijah's legs a little and wrapped a firm hand around him. Easing off his body a little, he gave himself room to stroke and pull at the warm, throbbing hardness.
Elijah's growl was low and full of wanton need that had him thrusting his hips upwards into Viggo's stroking hand, wanting Viggo to give me more, to touch more and to feel more. "Yes." The answer was a soft, almost reverent whisper, "Yours... please?"
"Mine, yes. All mine. Nobody else's..." Viggo stroked faster and harder, chewing gently on Elijah's lips, his ears, his cheeks and neck... anywhere within reach. He murmured all kinds of endearments as he did, not even hearing the sweetness of his own words.
Elijah’s whimpers grew pained and he thrashed more, his whole body reacting to the vocal caress as much as the physical ones. It was too much, overwhelming his mind and body all at once and with a desperate cry Elijah came, repeating Viggo's name like a prayer.
Smiling in quiet satisfaction, Viggo kissed Elijah softly, thoroughly, contentedly. “You howled like a wolf. My own little wolf.”
Elijah whimpered softly, burying his face in Viggo’s neck as he panted for air, whispering against skin sweet words that couldn’t quite be heard.
Stroking his back slowly, Viggo whispered softly, “I couldn’t hear you, little wolf. What did you say to me?”
Elijah muttered something else before lifting his head and smiling. “Viggo? Would you please make love to me?” They were the best words Elijah could find. He knew whatever happened between them it was already more than sex, so love making seemed the only right thing to ask, he didn’t want to lessen what he was feeling right now and describe it as fucking.
Viggo kissed the smile for a long time, before saying, “I would like nothing better.” He stroked down Elijah’s legs, before settling his hand between them to skim down and find the opening to his body.
Elijah moaned softly, pressing his face back into Viggo’s neck. “Oh... OH!” Taking a deep breath Elijah did his best to relax himself.
Viggo kissed and sucked on Elijah’s neck, letting his fingers explore the protective muscle gently. He did not breach inside, but did find Elijah’s perineum to torture.
Elijah whimpered and rocked his hips back towards the teasing fingers. “Oh... that’s... that’s nice...” Closing his eyes, face pressed back against Viggo’s neck, tongue and lips at the sweat slick skin there.
Viggo finally reached over and pulled out some lube and condoms. He tossed them beside him and squeezed lube all over his fingers. “Ready?”
Lifting his head to look into Viggo’s eyes Elijah smiled. “Don’t know... wanna find out?”
“I want to make love to you,” Viggo purred. He slid a finger deep inside with almost no effort. Stretching and pulling carefully, he opened up Elijah with expert precision.
Elijah moaned softly and then louder as he pressed back against the fingers that were bringing him pleasure, but promising more. “Please Viggo... more? I... I need more of you.”
A second finger pressed inside Elijah carefully, scissoring him open slowly and making sure he had plenty of room. “How lovely you are, Elijah.”
Elijah shook his head, but his face was buried in Viggo’s neck still and any words he may have spoke were lost. He clenched and relaxed his body around Viggo’s fingers and whimpered into Viggo’s skin, “More!”
“Yes, my little wolf, I think you are ready.” He pulled on the condom with an impatient gesture and then spilled lube all over himself. Without another pause, he carefully pushed inside Elijah, breathing out a little gasp as he did.
Elijah rolled from his side onto his belly, moaning at the wonderful feeling of Viggo’s weight pressing him down into the bed and the perfect fullness within him. “Yessssss...”
Reaching out, Viggo snagged a pillow and pulled it under Elijah’s hips to give him more room. He paused deep within Elijah and stroked his cock slowly. His mouth rested against Elijah’s neck, licking slowly.
Elijah shuddered and this time as his muscles clenched, they did so around hard flesh. “Oh... FUCK yes!” He whimpered and thrust back hard. “Please more? Need you... please more?”
"Hush, little wolf," Viggo rumbled. "Take it easy... I want to be joined with you as long as possible." He did speed up the movement of his hand so Elijah would be overstimulated in that area.
Elijah's eyes rolled back into his head and he growled deeply, thrusting backwards even as his muscles clamped down on the hard flesh trapped within him. "Can't... take it easy... not in my... resume."
Responding to the growl, Viggo began to speed up his thrusts, using Elijah's hips to pull him closer. "Need to teach you how to take it slow...easy...enjoy how long I can make you suffer...make you beg...take you to new heights...my lovely little wolf... "
"New? New?" Elijah whimpered the word out, "no... high... heights! At heights!" He moaned and growled at each of Viggo's thrust, trying to encourage the other man to move faster, to take more. To give him more. "Pleasepleaseplease? Need Viggo."
The plea was irresistible, so Viggo thrust harder and faster into his precious lover. He bit at his shoulders and lapped at the marks he made on the skin. A series of deep, heart-felt groans escaped him as Elijah clamped around him. His hands sped up on Elijah’s hard length, driving him into a full charge toward completion.
Elijah had no control over his body anymore as it clamped around Viggo over and over. He thrust his hips back against Viggo wantonly, his every thought short circuiting back to the overwhelming need. He needed them to find their pleasure, together. It was the only thing controlling him in their mutual charge to climax and the oblivion that would have to follow it.
At the very end, Viggo buried his face in Elijah’s neck and cried out loudly as his orgasm rattled his body to the core. He tugged one last time at the hard flesh in his hand, hoping it would be enough to trigger Elijah’s climax. His brain overloaded as his climax ran its course, white spots flashing in front of his eyes.
Elijah’s scream was strangled in his throat but it still expressed the pleasure that overwhelmed him in that moment, bliss swamping his entire body, sending him crashing to the bed as the muscle in his arms and legs refused to support him any longer. “VIGGO...” He called out again, this time understandable between ragged pants.
“Yes, little wolf, I’m here,” Viggo whispered contentedly. He let his weight rest on top of Elijah for a few long moments, before carefully extracting himself and rolling to one side. His fingers stroked the little nubs of Elijah’s spine gently. “You were perfect.”
Elijah basked in the warmth and pleasure that was still zinging through his body as he snuggled into Viggo, half draping half crawling his way across Viggo’s chest. “Perfect?”
“Lovely. Beautiful. Addicting... in short, perfect.” Viggo kept petting and stroking Elijah’s back and sides in lazy, sleepy motions.
Elijah purred into Viggo’s neck, pressing a kiss to sweat salted skin and smiling. “Perfect!” He agreed with Viggo softly, “Very addicting!”
“So, think you can get used to having me around a lot then?” Viggo asked with a little rumble of a growl.
“Addicted already... you’d better be!” Elijah’s voice was sleepy and slightly childish.
“Go to sleep, little wolf, and I will be here beside you when you wake up.” Viggo pressed a kiss to Elijah’s forehead and shut his own eyes to sleep.
Elijah sighed blissfully and let himself drift away.
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Our lovely Riley. *kisses and muchness of love*
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: A massage turns into something much more for the sex-deprived Elijah, who has only had sex with fifteen people so far during filming! He's eager to make it sixteen!
Author's Notes: This is a little fun fic Ems and I wrote awhile back when we were just goofing around. Enjoy the silliness!
Viggo surveyed the assembled cast with growing amusement. Despite the admonishment of PJ to not stay up all night and get enough sleep, he could count at least ten people who looked as if they were about to keel over and sleep right on the cold ground.
Elijah blinked slowly, regretting that he'd let Dom stay at his place last night. Yawning wildly he pulled his jacket closer, wondering how long before he could get a nap. Even ten minuets would be great
Orlando's head tottered slowly toward Bean's shoulder and landed there as Viggo watched. He noticed Billy swaying slightly on his feet, Astin discreetly elbowing him now and then. Craig looked ready to throttle Liv, who kept swatting him when he yawned noticeably, which happened every other minute. And Dom and Elijah... well Viggo would lay odds that he would find both of them passed out behind large props before the day was done.
As he studied them, he caught Elijah's eye and winked rather broadly.
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo and stepped over to him, laying his head on Viggo's shoulder and closing his eyes with a deep felt sigh. "Don't move," he whispered.
Wrapping an arm around Elijah and ignoring Dom's glare, he whispered, "So, what game was it last night that just could not wait until today? Killer Grannies with Chainsaws? Crashing, Bashing Octopi? My personal favourite- Rampaging Hamsters?"
"Drunken Dom deciding that running around the house at three a.m. was the funniest thing on the planet." Elijah sighed deeply and hid his face in Viggo's neck. "Sooo tired."
"You are tired, if my mocking of your video games does not even illicit a response." Viggo smiled at PJ, who was glaring at his troops with his 'why-don't-you-ever-listen-to-me' face. "There is a large hobbit glaring at us," he whispered into Elijah's ear.
Elijah gave Peter his most pathetic sorry look and closed his eyes again, managing to doze off against Viggo's shoulder.
Viggo listened to PJ's speech with rapt attention. Nodding at all the right spots and saying "yes" and "no" whenever necessary. All the while, he was too aware of Elijah asleep against his shoulder. He tried shaking him a few times, pinching a few others, even tugging at his hair, but the man remained fast asleep. When the lecture finally ended and they began to break up for their scenes, Viggo tried again to wake up Elijah. Nothing worked, until Viggo stepped away and watched Elijah flop right to the ground.
"That was not necessary." Elijah slowly stood up and walked away with the tatters of his dignity following behind him.
Following close behind, Viggo reached out to rub away a kink he knew lurked in Elijah's left shoulder. "Honestly, I tried just about everything else and thought carrying you like a fainted 30’s movie heroine might make you upset."
"You didn't have to do that." He looked up at Viggo, lip protruding in a pout, even as he pressed into the rubbing hand, his neck crackling and popping. "It was mean... just say my name. That will wake me."
Viggo stared at the protruding lip, thinking it should be classified as a deadly weapon, along with Elijah's eyes. The combination of the eyes and the lip could stun a charging rhinoceros. "Honestly, you were out. I could not get you to stir for anything." He tried his best massaging action, trying to make up for the damage to Elijah's youthful pride.
Elijah's sigh and the pleasure of his neck relaxing drove the pout away and he looked down. "Um... Vig?" Elijah started scuffing his feet bashfully before glancing up at Viggo from under his lashes, "What *did* PJ say?"
"Well, apparently, he is considering firing all our asses and hiring a bunch of responsible people to take our places. Not to mention that he would like just once in awhile to find that his cast actually decides that listening to his end of the day lectures might do them some good. Beyond that, I get to spend the day tossing you around on a bed... which is regretfully less exciting than it sounds."
Elijah mentally started going through the script before finally asking, "Um... Viggo? In just what scene does Aragorn get to throw Frodo around on a bed in a regretfully less exciting way??"
Assuming Aragorn's masterful tone, Viggo said, "A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing..." The accent, the attitude, even the slight cower away from the larger man came to Elijah without thought.
"That's the one," Viggo said with a nod. "Apparently, he liked the dialogue, but he thought my tossing you around needed work. So, I get to throw you around for a bit."
"I don't know if I like this idea..." But Elijah's tone was amused. "I should make you kiss any bruises you give me all better."
“Be careful, hobbit. You might entice me to throw you around a bit too hard.” Viggo wiggled his eyebrows at Elijah teasingly.
“Viggo, man? Have you noticed how pale I am? I bruise with a hard look... a day of filming leaves me looking like I have an abusive boyfriend...”
“Elijah, dearest, you have four abusive boyfriends, named Dominic, Billy, Astin and Elfboy.” Viggo steered Elijah around a mass of orcs heading for another area of the set.
“Sorry to disappoint you Viggo darrrr-ling,” he drawled the word, “but they aren’t my boyfriends.”
“They understand that, right?” Viggo asked, stopping on the edge of their set, where people scurried around trying to get things just right for their fussy director. “The way they treat you, I thought you were a community wife or something...”
“You’re kidding right? They all seem to think I’m too young to be having sex with anyone... hell anything. They bloody baby-sit me whenever they get the chance. Up until I became Frodo I’d been having regular sex from the age of 15. I’m lucky if I’ve managed it 15 times since they all decided I’m as innocent as Frodo looks and they think they have to protect me from myself.”
Viggo eyebrows dashed off his forehead and hung in the air by a strand or two before falling back into place. “Fifteen times? Is that all? You poor baby.”
“You have no idea...” Elijah’s sigh was long suffering and full of repressed frustration.
“No, I really don’t,” Viggo said with a touch of satisfaction, but much more amusement. He watched PJ instruct the candle on the table to be moved just another inch to the left and then to the right and then back to the left. “Still, I highly doubt that even four nursemaids can hold you back from getting what you want when you want it.”
“You’d be surprised...” Elijah sighed again and leant against Viggo. “So... how goes the love life of Aragorn?”
“Aragorn or Viggo?” he asked with a little quirk to his lips. “Because Aragorn is getting very desperate for any love and may take a random hobbit and do unspeakable thing to him.”
Elijah grinned up at Viggo. “Is there somewhere I can put my name on the random hobbit wanting unspeakable things done to him list?”
“You are desperate to be after this scruffy ranger,” Viggo said with an identical grin. He arched an eyebrow at Elijah and the same side of his mouth angled upward. “I might be able to help you get rid of your nursemaids for a night or so... if you want.”
“You won’t regret it if you can, Viggo...” Elijah’s smile was sliding into pure sin.
“Oh, of that I’m sure,” Viggo said, his own smile already sinful, though he was thinking of the tremendous prank he would pull to incapacitate three hobbits and an elf.
Elijah shivered; he couldn’t help it and opened his mouth to respond, just as Peter called action. His expression expressed regret and anticipation to Viggo for a moment before Elijah was gone and there was only Frodo.
Strider threw Frodo across the room and into the bed with a crash.
“More!” yelled PJ.
Strider threw Frodo even harder across the room and into the bed.
“I’m not feeling the menace!” yelled PJ.
With a roar, Strider hurled Frodo into the bed, which promptly crunched and collapsed.
Elijah looked up bleary with watering eyes. “I am...” He looked at the broken bed and slowly started crawling out of the wreckage.
“Elijah, are you all right?” Viggo asked, desperately tossing a few stray pieces of headboard out of the way to pull Elijah up. “I didn’t mean to get so aggressive... guess I really owe you those kisses now.” He helped his costar to a chair, while PJ and the crew surveyed the ruins and tried to salvage what they could.
Elijah let Viggo help him, trying to fill his lungs with the air that had been forced out of them. “Yeah... just... just wait until I can breathe?”
“I’m kind of dangerous,” Viggo said with a sad little frown. He brushed stray wood pieces out of Frodo’s curly wig.
Elijah’s wane look slowly went away and he started to giggle. “Well... I do remember wishing that I could break a bed with you... although that wasn’t quite the scenario I had planned.”
Viggo laughed too and shook his head a little. “I’m flattered, Elijah, though not as much as I might have been if I did not know you had already broken a bed with fifteen other people.” His expression was pure teasing with perhaps a hint of seriousness.
“I didn’t say that I’d been with 15 people... and I didn’t say I’d broken a bed with any of them.” Elijah’s rebuttal was almost prim.
“True...” Viggo began to rub Elijah’s neck again. “Maybe I should give you a proper neck rub later. After being tossed into that bed and not sleeping all night, I bet your neck will give you Hell.”
“It’s been better...” Elijah admitted. “I gratefully accept.”
“Want to come over to my place then? I can drive you after we finish, which may be early, given I destroyed the set...”
“Love to, Vig... assuming you have food or a good take out place? I... well I haven’t eaten yet today.”
Viggo eyed Elijah’s small frame with an appraising stare and then nodded once. “It looks like a full evening of hobbit pampering for me then.”
Elijah’s smile was slow, lips curving upwards in almost slow motion into a smile. “I promise to do some Ranger pampering in return.”
“Of course, we have to clear it with your mothers first,” Viggo said, noticing Astin across the way keeping a watchful eye on them.
“Just act like you do around Henry until we’re outta sight?” Elijah didn’t look over at Sean, knowing if he made eye contact with any of his ‘keepers’ they would be there in a heartbeat and would never leave them alone.
“You want me to embarrass you in front of everyone?” Viggo asked, thinking of Henry’s last visit. He headed for the wardrobe department at a signal from PJ, leading Elijah with him. “I think PJ may have a cerebral hemorrhage soon.”
“Too late, he had that the day he got the rights... and all of this is his fevered coma dream.” Elijah leant against Viggo a little sadly. “Do you every wonder if it’s worth it?”
“Never,” Viggo said, sitting down on the step of the feet trailer. “Even if nothing was to come of the movie, I met a lot of good people, took a ton of pictures and basically enjoyed myself. Do you?”
“I have my moments... honestly they are normally few and far between. I guess I’m feeling a little sorry for myself.” Elijah shook his head, pushing the mood away as he moved into the trailer. “Meet you in... two hours?”
“Two hours, by my car.” He stood and tweaked Elijah’s nose affectionately, before heading for his own dressing room.
Two hours later Elijah was sitting on the hood of Viggo’s car, swinging his legs and looking about ten years old.
Viggo strode out, dressed in jeans, a tattered shirt and carrying his sandals in his hands. He smiled broadly upon spotting Elijah and headed for him. “You’re early!”
“Didn’t dare let the mother hens get a look at me...” He sighed. “Can we flee?”
“Of course.” He dangled the keys and opened the front door and then the side one. “Come into my web, little fly.”
Elijah got down and slid into the car, relaxing into the seat with a groan of pleasure. “As long as you don’t have eight legs.”
“Now, that might be fun,” Viggo said with a thoughtful nod. He pulled out and headed for his home at his usual breakneck speed. “How are the neck and feet?”
“Sore, but nothing really outside the normal... I do have some interesting patterning across my ribs though.”
A slight flush of shame touched Viggo’s rough cheeks, visible even though the beard. “Yeah, about that... may I say again how sorry I am?”
“It’s ok, Vig... a hard stare can bruise me... I mean it... so relax.” He leant over and kissed Viggo’s cheek.
Viggo smiled uncertainly. “Maybe we should use your double next time... not that I want to hurt him, mind you, but one time of me tossing you around is enough.”
“I don’t know... tossing can be very enjoyable if done right.” Elijah grinned at Viggo.
“Well, I think that was the wrong kind,” Viggo said. He glanced over at Elijah and lifted one eyebrow. “Have you always been this randy...? I mean since your balls dropped?”
“Um...” Elijah looked thoughtful, “Yes and no... It’s the... chaperonage that’s making me worse, I’m not used to being unable to act on my desire.”
“You’ve had sex fifteen times since we started filming. You do realize that a lot of people don’t have sex that many times in a year... or longer.” Viggo chuckled a few times.
“Once a week is a lot?” Elijah shook his head. “Josh and I normally couldn’t keep our hands off each other... Once an hour seemed too little.”
“Josh?” Viggo took a left turn rather fast and gave Elijah a little grin. “Boyfriend?”
“Don’t know... more than friend with benefits... I hate that description by the way... but... I don’t know if he’d say we’re boyfriends. I... I care about Josh, but if he came and told me he’d fallen in love, I’d kiss him goodbye without regret.”
“You are a cruel man... or did you mean in love with someone else?” Viggo took a sharp right turn, the wheels squealing.
“With someone else!” Elijah frowned. “Geeze! I’m not an asshole you know, Vig.”
“Sorry,” Viggo said with a slight smile of apology. “Ever had a serious relationship?”
“Good question.” Elijah didn’t answer but asked, “What’s it like being a parent?”
“The best thing in the world... I won’t lie to you, Elijah, I like sex... and I’ve been cavalier about it in my life, but not so much anymore. Not since I became a father.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed. “I gave up a lot when Henry was born- the all night parties, the drunken weekends, the smoking, the mindless sex- but it was like giving up nothing.”
Elijah smiled, he couldn’t help it. “How badly spoilt is he?”
“He isn’t, really. Not that I was very good at discipline, anymore than Exene was... but he’s never needed it. I guess all the wild genes were left behind.” He pulled up in front of his building and stopped. “He’s a good kid. He’ll never be a movie star, thank the stars, but he’ll be whatever else he wants to be.”
Elijah got out of the car thinking. “Did the two of you ever think about trying again? I mean you obviously love Henry... why not another one?”
“Because we didn’t love each other anymore,” Viggo said softly. He opened the front door and bowed Elijah inside.
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before walking into the house.
“What was that for?” Viggo asked, swatting his rear with a playful hand.
“Ohhh...” Elijah stopped and wriggled his ass for a moment, “That was fun.”
Viggo swatted him again and then took his hand, leading him upstairs. “I have a nice massage table up here and complete amenities.”
“Amenities?” Elijah snickered. “Gonna offer me different flavoured lube too?” Elijah shot a playful grin at Viggo as they headed up, looking around. “You know... I’ve never been upstairs in your place before”
“Actually, I do have differently scented massage oils and various massage aids,” Viggo said with an innocent look back at Elijah. “And the upstairs is not exactly thrilling... its where my bedroom is, along with my studio, the massage room and other places I don’t take casual visitors.”
Elijah smiled. “So... I’m more than a casual visitor... that pleases me... although I’m not totally sure why.” Elijah’ss smile this time held no suggestiveness, but happiness. “Massage aids?”
“You’ll see.” Viggo led him into a small room, dominated by a large massage table. There was a rack nearby containing, amongst other things, an assortment of massage oils, several large towels, a massage ball, a knobbly, and lotion. He indicated the table. “Strip off your shirt, socks and shoes and hop up.”
Elijah undressed without fanfare, revealing a pale body covered in bruises of various ages and colours. It was painful looking but the way he moved, with little to no discomfort, either it didn't hurt him or he was used to it. "Do you want me to strip down to my boxers?"
"Please do, if you want me to do your legs as well." Viggo frowned slightly at the bruises all over Elijah and considered which treatment might best help alleviate them. He also stripped off his own shirt and tossed it over a chair.
"Sure..." Elijah dropped his pants and then quickly folded his clothes and got up onto the table, wiggling until he was laying face down comfortably. "Do with me as you will."
"Actually, I need you face up in order to do a neck rub." He chose the emu oil and added it to the nice smelling sweet almond oil. He pulled up a chair and sat down behind the table. Pouring some on his hands, he rubbed them together to warm them up. "Ready?"
Elijah looked at Viggo from his 'upside-down' perspective and smiled. "Yes, I'm ready... you look funny upside-down, Vig. This is not the angle I'm used to seeing you from."
"I look funny from all angles," Viggo said with a little wink. He began the massage with gentle pulling motions, alternating hands and squeezing Elijah's neck between his thumb and fingers. "Let me know if anything bothers you."
Elijah shook his head just slightly. "No you don't." But he didn't say anything more, just smiled at Viggo and started breathing slowly, letting the massaging hands start to relax him.
Viggo went quickly about his work, using alternate fingertips to make circles along both sides of the spine. He lifted the head and neck, allowing gravity to pull his fingers down along the base of Elijah's skull. He then used his hands to push on the shoulders, probing with his fingers for tight muscles and sore spots. "You have such lovely skin, Elijah... soft as a baby."
Elijah giggled at that compliment but it was cut off as he hissed, Viggo's fingers finding one of the sorest spots on his entire body. He barely kept himself from arching off the table as all his breath left his lungs, a mangled gasped attempt to swear.
"Whoa, easy," Viggo murmured, his fingers gentling against the sore area. He brushed over it again, more gently, working with all his patience to ease out the kink. "How is that feeling?"
"Better... less... less acute?" he sighed, starting up the deep breathing again, knowing it would help him both focus and relax. "Tell... tell me something about you? Just... talk for a bit?"
He applied more pressure to the spot, gently and carefully working out the spot. "When I was doing Witness, I had several people mistake me for an actual Amish. They were a very kindly old couple who wanted to know if they could take pictures with the Amish man. I tried to explain that I was not actually Amish, but they did not seem to understand. So now, somebody has pictures with me as an Amish."
Elijah's giggle was soft but amused and he was relaxing slowly. "If your ever in Amish country and see a man with his arm up the horse, just remember, that's a mechanic."
Viggo rolled his eyes noticeably and glided his fingers along the spine until it was at the base of the neck. He then balanced the head on the tips of his fingers. He waited until Elijah's head seemed to melt under his fingers and then made little circles at the base of his neck. "You shouldn't make jokes about horses, Elijah," he drawled. "They were my best friends growing up. Also, I plan to purchase Urias at the end of this set of movies."
"I wasn't joking about the horse, Viggy... but about the man." Elijah gave Viggo a semi repentant smile from a face that was showing a great deal of relaxation and pleasure. What Viggo was doing felt GOOD and he was relaxing under the touches happily.
"How do you manage to get your neck into such knots, little hobbit?" Viggo asked, working on yet another knot.
"Well... there are Rangers throwing me around, there are orcs throwing me around, there's climbing up fake rock faces with big floppy feet on, there's Andy throwing me around... there's Dom being an idiot..." He shrugged. "Answer the question?"
"And you’re not getting the relaxing sex you need," Viggo teased, flashing his biggest smile at Elijah. He removed his hands from his neck and began to rub his temples, the gesture soothing and slightly intimate.
Elijah nodded. "It does help... getting yourself off just isn't the same... no matter how nice it's... very alone."
Viggo finished the head and neck rub by tugging once on Elijah's ears playfully. "Now for your feet and legs." He grabbed the oils and carried them down to the other end of the table. "Still comfortable?"
"Pretty much... my arms are a little cool though..." Elijah lifted his head slightly to watch Viggo as he settled at the foot of the table. "So... did you like learn to do this or just pick it up as you went along?"
"I did a lot of odd jobs when I was younger," Viggo said mysteriously. He got a towel and draped it over Elijah's chest and arms to keep him warmer. He then went to his oil rack and chose a bottle of foot renewal aromatherapy oil. Bringing it to join his other oils, he mixed some in his hands and then picked up Elijah's foot. "Here we go, little hobbit." He held the right foot in both hands and stroked with his thumbs from ankle to toes.
Elijah whimpered softly, pushing his foot into a point, shivering and looking at Viggo. "That... That..." His head dropped back and his foot relaxed. "Do that again?"
He repeated the motion several more times, letting his fingers trail gently toward the toes and more firmly at the ankle. He repeated this motion over the sole of the foot carefully, fingers agile and careful. "Like that?"
Elijah let out a noise that was somewhere between a purr and a moan and wriggled his toes in pleasure. "Mmmmmhmmmmm.... More? Please?"
Viggo smiled at the purr and answered with a slight growl of appreciation. He gently moved the ankle from side to side to loosen the joint. "Nice?" Cupping the heel in one hand and the ball of the foot in the other, he rotated the foot slowly several times in each direction. This technique generally relaxed the person on the receiving end.
And it worked for Elijah. Slowly he started relacing, his muscles loosening and spreading a little, Elijah had the feeling he was melting into the table. "Yessss... very, very nice. Good hands."
Rough fingers stroked the top of Elijah’s foot gently and soothingly. His other hand slid down to hold the foot firmly by the arch. Playfully, he grasped each toe by the base and slowly and firmly pulled, sliding the fingers up to the top and then back. He repeated the motion with the sensitive toe, but this time, gently squeezed and rolled with his thumb and index fingers.
Elijah’s toes wriggled against Viggo’s fingers for a moment and he squirmed slightly on the table. “Ohhh...” He sighed, feeling the muscles relaxing more and more. “You could make a lot of money doing this, Vig.”
“When I’m too old to act and nobody wants my art anymore, I’ll consider it,” Viggo said, repeating the pull on each toe. “I once had a lover who came just by having his toes fondled.”
Elijah blushed suddenly, because right at that moment he could understand that more than he ever had before. “Oh... erm... I... I can understand that... I think?”
The blush made Viggo smile, and he switched to holding the foot by the heel. He slid his index finger between each toe a few times, saying, “This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy stayed home” -he grasped the small toe and wiggled it mightily- “and this little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home!”
Elijah started giggling at the first foot, but by the time Viggo had come to the last toe he was laughing loudly, wriggling and squirming on the table.
While Elijah laughed, Viggo pushed hard into Elijah’s arch as he slid from the ball to the heel and back again. He repeated the gesture five times, easing the tension in the arch. “How do you like that?”
Elijah cooed at the pleasant sensation, blushing just a little. “Oh... a lot...” He blushed deeper at the husky tone in his voice and the growing tightness in his boxers.
“Almost done with the foot.” Viggo stroked the foot over again to polish off the foot massage, before reaching for the second foot and repeating the process. “Shall I go on from here?”
“If you stop... I’ll be forced to hurt you ... and you’re too young to know such pain.”
“Well, if I’m going to be threatened by physical violence...” Viggo strolled up to carefully start stroking Elijah’s left thigh. He poured more oil into his palm first, rubbing it in before gliding his hands all the way down from thigh to ankle and then back up. His knuckles inadvertently brushed over the hardness in Elijah’s shorts.
Elijah let out a half strangled moan, barley able to control the desire to thrust his hips up, towards the knuckles caressing him. “Ohhh...” It was almost a pained whimper and Elijah turned his head away, staring at the wall as he took deep breaths, trying to get back his control.
“Sorry.” Viggo worked the oil into Elijah’s upper hamstring in circular up and down motions. He then glided lightly over the back of the knee and then deep into his calf muscle.
“Fuck!” Elijah gasped the word out as fingers dug into his calf, almost sending the muscles into a cramp. “OH...” He panted, the shock of pain clearing everything else from his mind for several long moments until Viggo’s fingers started to ease the sudden tension in the muscle. “Whoa.”
“Sorry,” Viggo said again softly. “Our calves do take a beating from work.” He continued to work the sore area until the last of the tension eased away.
Elijah relaxed slowly, smiling at Viggo just a little. “It’s ok... it was more the shock... I didn’t expect that... not at all.” He sighed, the tension easing away, reminding him of his arousal.
He swept down the rest of the leg and then switched to use the same techniques on the right leg. He applied more oil, until Elijah’s flesh gleamed in the light. “You have very nice legs.”
Elijah laughed softly, watching Viggo through eyes that were slightly glazed, pupils dilated with desire. “Do I?” And he smiled at Viggo invitingly. “Thanks...” Letting his eyes sweep down and then back up Viggo’s body, “So do you.”
“Why, thank you,” Viggo said with a little smile. He strolled up and reached for his abdomen, running light fingers over the area in preparation.
Elijah shivered powerfully, reaching to grab Viggo’s hands and hiss. “Not there... not yet.” And he took several long deep breaths before he could control himself. “I... I would like to head there... but... but that means... means bedroom. If... if you are in agreement?”
"I feel like we are in the middle of a serious trade negotiation," Viggo teased. He bent over Elijah, standing at his head, and kissed him from an upside-down position. The kiss was gentle and sweet, though with a hint of carefully restrained passion. "And maybe we are... as you seem to be more a one night stander, while I have become more restrained with... old age."
Elijah licked his lips, savouring the unique flavour that was Viggo and smiled. "No. Even here, with the four parent restraint I'm not a one night stand person by preference. Yes I enjoy sex, but I much prefer a lover than a series of one nights."
"Is that what you want then?" Viggo lifted his right eyebrow, which he realized must look very strange from Elijah's angle. "I admit... I find you more than desirable enough that I would try be content with a one time deal, but I would prefer something more substantial... if possible, even beyond the sex."
"I would very much enjoy calling and having you as a lover, Viggo... I... I think there could be a lot more than just sex... on my side at lease." Elijah's voice grew softer as he spoke, his facade stripping away with each word.
Viggo rubbed Elijah's chest with his still oily hands and then slid them up to tilt Elijah's head for a firmer kiss. "So... bed then?"
Elijah moaned softly and wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck, returning the kiss whole heartedly. "Please?"
Viggo stood up and offered Elijah a hand off the table. He stroked his cheek with a strong hand and then led him toward the bedroom.
Elijah walked just a little behind Viggo, his eyes running over Viggo, a smile of anticipation curving his lips. He could hardly resist the desire to slide his hand into Viggo's pants to touch his skin. But the bedroom wasn't far away and he could manage to wait that long.
Smiling a little, Viggo opened the door to his bedroom and stood aside to let Elijah get a good look. His bed was extra large due to his restlessness at night, though it did serve well for other purposes. A few of his less extreme paintings and photographs decorated the wall. Period pieces from the Victorian Era served for his dresser, night stands and bureau. A full length mirror stood along the side wall. "What do you think?"
"I like it... the paintings and the style of furniture should clash, but somehow it seems ... warm... very inviting." Elijah grinned up at Viggo. "I think your bed is inviting me in... don't you?"
"Even if its not, I am," Viggo said with a warm smile. He shucked off his pants even as he moved into the room, tossing them on a nearby chair. His boxers followed, leaving him completely bare as he lowered himself on the bed.
Elijah licked his lips, his mouth having suddenly dried up completely as he watched Viggo move. He'd known from the first time he'd met Viggo that this was a man perfectly comfortable in his own skin, but seeing him move without clothes he realised something else. Viggo moved like a jungle cat and it was sexy as all hell.
Spreading his legs invitingly, Viggo lay down on his back and presented himself in offering to Elijah. "Will you not join me?"
"Ohhhh yes..." Elijah shimmied his hips for a moment, boxers falling to the ground before he climbed onto the bed, crawling up over Viggo. "You're sexy as all hell, the way you move..."
Viggo cupped the back of Elijah's head and pulled him into a kiss. His other hand traced a path down Elijah's spin to the very edge of his ass and then back up to hold his shoulder. "And I am all yours."
Elijah shivered and pressed his body against Viggo's, purring into the kiss as he rocked gently, skin sliding against skin deliciously. "That's something I could very much get used to..." And he pressed another kiss to Viggo's lips.
Mouth moving in synchronicity with Elijah's, Viggo lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, the perfection of Elijah's taste and feel. His hips reacted to Elijah's movements naturally, rubbing against him tenderly. "You seem made to match me."
Elijah sighed and lifted his head to smile at Viggo, pressing soft kisses along Viggo's jaw. "A non-identical set?" Elijah's movements sped up some and he moaned, nibbling on Viggo's chin with careful teeth. "You feel just perfect against me."
"You feel perfect in my arms, too..." He stroked down again to fondle the skin of Elijah's ass, cupping it in his large, warm hands and pull him more firmly into the next thrust. He was picking up a little speed with each movement, as his body warmed up to the idea of making love to this perfect creature in his arms.
Elijah matched Viggo's speed, moaning in delight as he felt Viggo's body reacting against his own, "Perfect..." He whispered into Viggo's ear before biting the earlobe and tugging at it lightly, "Very perfect."
A low growl of a purr escaped Viggo at Elijah's tugging, and he reciprocated by chewing, sucking and licking at Elijah's ear. He slid his left leg further open to allow Elijah better access. "What do you want?" he whispered into the abused lobe.
"I want to watch you come apart... I want to see you, watch your every expression as you climax for me... and with me..." Elijah started nibbling his way down Viggo's neck, still whispering, "I want to know your taste, to feel you deep within me not only tonight but tomorrow as well... I want to know everything about being within you." Elijah lifted his head from Viggo's chest and looked up with passion drugged eyes. "I want everything, Viggo." And he lowered his head to take a pert nipple into his mouth and sucked it lightly.
The response was immediate and unrestrained- Viggo snarled and pushed desperately into the sucking mouth. His nipples always seemed to be attached to electric wires that spread throughout his body and energized everywhere, especially his groin. They also made him near helpless to whoever was stimulating him. He had a love-hate relationship with the sensitivity of his nipples.
Elijah suckled only long enough to realise the extremity of the reaction before lifting his head and looking up at Viggo, his expression showing he was both pleased and a little confused at Viggo's reaction. "Are you ok there, love?" The endearment came out without thought and he moved up a little so he could see Viggo's face better.
"Whew. Sometimes, I wish I hadn't been marked with two such obvious bullseyes on my chest." Viggo stroked Elijah's back with alternating movements of both hands, finally pausing to let them both rest on firm mounds of muscle. "They make me utterly insensible."
Elijah's lips curved up into a smile of pure pleasure. "What good is sense when one is insane?" He lowered his head, blowing cool air over Viggo's nipples, chilling them before enveloping one in a warm mouth and sucking lightly.
A shiver moved down Viggo's spine at the cold breath and then his whole body arched upward desperately into the warm mouth. He growled and hissed and snarled a few times insensibly before pushing Elijah away from his nipple. His strong arms held Elijah away from his prize, and he said in a soft voice, "Give a man a chance, Lijah."
"What if I don't wanna?" Elijah pouted at Viggo, but his tone was playful.
"Then I may have to cover my nipples with bandages so that you cannot get at them," Viggo said with a little frown. He leaned forward and nipped at the pouting mouth. "Brat."
"Nono! No bandages on nummy Viggo bits!" He pouted at Viggo more. "I'll be good! I'll be good!" And he looked at Viggo's beseechingly as he slowly lowered his lips to press a soft kiss to each nipple.
Viggo purred and growled at him happily. He reached down to stroke Elijah's hips and then slid his hand down to test the stomach. "You are a randy little lover."
Elijah shivered powerfully and thrust his belly towards the stroking hand, eyes fluttering closed and moaning, "Issss.... isss that a bad thing?"
"No, not at all," Viggo growled, happy to have achieved a little of his own back. He nuzzled Elijah's neck and then slid down to lick his collarbone. "I want to suck you."
Elijah sighed leant down, whispering into Viggo's ear, "That makes two of us, Viggo... I want to taste you."
"But I could be content to just lie like this with you and let my senses be swept away in this fashion," Viggo said with a happy wiggle of his hips against Elijah's. "But at this moment, I would say you have the advantage over me."
Elijah ground his hips down against Viggo's, hardness to hardness. "And how is that?" However Elijah's grin was an evil warning as his lips descended onto Viggo's nipples again, moving between the two of them, sucking and licking lightly.
Viggo's eyes fluttered shut, as he groaned in an almost plaintive fashion. Next time, whether Elijah liked it or not, he was going to keep that dirty little mouth away from his nipples. What good was being strong and tall, when you could be reduced to a helpless kitten by two bundles of nerves?
Elijah smiled as he started sliding down Viggo's body, his lips caressing and licking at his lower chest and then his abdomen. Lifting his head he flashed Viggo a grin before scooting down further and letting his tongue lap delicately as a cat lapping at cream, at head of the hard flesh he found there.
Amusingly, the sensation of a tongue at his erection actually helped Viggo regain some of his control. He watched Elijah with alert and aroused eyes, his hands reaching down to stroke his face and hair gently. "You are beautiful."
"I am?” Elijah smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to Viggo's palm before he started licking again, his method changing becoming more like a child with a melting ice cream, tongue swirling around the glans and then flickering across the tip.
Viggo allowed the licking to continue for a few more moments and then reached down to stop him. "Come here, Lijah." He pulled up with powerful arms, determined not to let Elijah take control of the entire affair.
Elijah draped himself over Viggo's body and delved into Viggo's mouth, sharing with Viggo the flavour he had gathered so happily.
Viggo rolled over and pinned Elijah beneath his great weight. Before he could protest or respond, he slithered down Elijah's body to access his lower body. Without a word, his tongue snuck out and began to explore all of the stomach that seemed so sensitive before.
Elijah's body arched upwards before he could even cry out, the sound following several moments afterward, just as soon as Elijah's vocal cords were able to process the commands being sent by his rather distracted brain. Mangled words that could mean anything before he managed some coherency, "You... You ... you... devil!!"
"I'm just returning the favour," Viggo purred. He concentrated his efforts on the area just around the navel, which seemed particularly sensitive to his touch. His warm tongue moved over the area with precise strokes, before he finally resorted to nibbling.
Elijah quivered and shook, his whole body condensed down to the sensitive skin Viggo was playing with. Words became far too difficult as he thrashed and twisted, the sounds coming from his body making his enjoyment plain.
Viggo eventually stopped licking and nibbling and slid up to kiss him again. "Elijah, I am so wound up, I don't know what I want. Except I want all of you, every part."
Elijah's blue eyes were very serious as he looked up at Viggo. "You can have it... every little part..." Elijah then kissed Viggo again, letting himself get lost in the wonderful sensation.
"All mine," Viggo whispered into the kiss. He reached down to spread Elijah's legs a little and wrapped a firm hand around him. Easing off his body a little, he gave himself room to stroke and pull at the warm, throbbing hardness.
Elijah's growl was low and full of wanton need that had him thrusting his hips upwards into Viggo's stroking hand, wanting Viggo to give me more, to touch more and to feel more. "Yes." The answer was a soft, almost reverent whisper, "Yours... please?"
"Mine, yes. All mine. Nobody else's..." Viggo stroked faster and harder, chewing gently on Elijah's lips, his ears, his cheeks and neck... anywhere within reach. He murmured all kinds of endearments as he did, not even hearing the sweetness of his own words.
Elijah’s whimpers grew pained and he thrashed more, his whole body reacting to the vocal caress as much as the physical ones. It was too much, overwhelming his mind and body all at once and with a desperate cry Elijah came, repeating Viggo's name like a prayer.
Smiling in quiet satisfaction, Viggo kissed Elijah softly, thoroughly, contentedly. “You howled like a wolf. My own little wolf.”
Elijah whimpered softly, burying his face in Viggo’s neck as he panted for air, whispering against skin sweet words that couldn’t quite be heard.
Stroking his back slowly, Viggo whispered softly, “I couldn’t hear you, little wolf. What did you say to me?”
Elijah muttered something else before lifting his head and smiling. “Viggo? Would you please make love to me?” They were the best words Elijah could find. He knew whatever happened between them it was already more than sex, so love making seemed the only right thing to ask, he didn’t want to lessen what he was feeling right now and describe it as fucking.
Viggo kissed the smile for a long time, before saying, “I would like nothing better.” He stroked down Elijah’s legs, before settling his hand between them to skim down and find the opening to his body.
Elijah moaned softly, pressing his face back into Viggo’s neck. “Oh... OH!” Taking a deep breath Elijah did his best to relax himself.
Viggo kissed and sucked on Elijah’s neck, letting his fingers explore the protective muscle gently. He did not breach inside, but did find Elijah’s perineum to torture.
Elijah whimpered and rocked his hips back towards the teasing fingers. “Oh... that’s... that’s nice...” Closing his eyes, face pressed back against Viggo’s neck, tongue and lips at the sweat slick skin there.
Viggo finally reached over and pulled out some lube and condoms. He tossed them beside him and squeezed lube all over his fingers. “Ready?”
Lifting his head to look into Viggo’s eyes Elijah smiled. “Don’t know... wanna find out?”
“I want to make love to you,” Viggo purred. He slid a finger deep inside with almost no effort. Stretching and pulling carefully, he opened up Elijah with expert precision.
Elijah moaned softly and then louder as he pressed back against the fingers that were bringing him pleasure, but promising more. “Please Viggo... more? I... I need more of you.”
A second finger pressed inside Elijah carefully, scissoring him open slowly and making sure he had plenty of room. “How lovely you are, Elijah.”
Elijah shook his head, but his face was buried in Viggo’s neck still and any words he may have spoke were lost. He clenched and relaxed his body around Viggo’s fingers and whimpered into Viggo’s skin, “More!”
“Yes, my little wolf, I think you are ready.” He pulled on the condom with an impatient gesture and then spilled lube all over himself. Without another pause, he carefully pushed inside Elijah, breathing out a little gasp as he did.
Elijah rolled from his side onto his belly, moaning at the wonderful feeling of Viggo’s weight pressing him down into the bed and the perfect fullness within him. “Yessssss...”
Reaching out, Viggo snagged a pillow and pulled it under Elijah’s hips to give him more room. He paused deep within Elijah and stroked his cock slowly. His mouth rested against Elijah’s neck, licking slowly.
Elijah shuddered and this time as his muscles clenched, they did so around hard flesh. “Oh... FUCK yes!” He whimpered and thrust back hard. “Please more? Need you... please more?”
"Hush, little wolf," Viggo rumbled. "Take it easy... I want to be joined with you as long as possible." He did speed up the movement of his hand so Elijah would be overstimulated in that area.
Elijah's eyes rolled back into his head and he growled deeply, thrusting backwards even as his muscles clamped down on the hard flesh trapped within him. "Can't... take it easy... not in my... resume."
Responding to the growl, Viggo began to speed up his thrusts, using Elijah's hips to pull him closer. "Need to teach you how to take it slow...easy...enjoy how long I can make you suffer...make you beg...take you to new heights...my lovely little wolf... "
"New? New?" Elijah whimpered the word out, "no... high... heights! At heights!" He moaned and growled at each of Viggo's thrust, trying to encourage the other man to move faster, to take more. To give him more. "Pleasepleaseplease? Need Viggo."
The plea was irresistible, so Viggo thrust harder and faster into his precious lover. He bit at his shoulders and lapped at the marks he made on the skin. A series of deep, heart-felt groans escaped him as Elijah clamped around him. His hands sped up on Elijah’s hard length, driving him into a full charge toward completion.
Elijah had no control over his body anymore as it clamped around Viggo over and over. He thrust his hips back against Viggo wantonly, his every thought short circuiting back to the overwhelming need. He needed them to find their pleasure, together. It was the only thing controlling him in their mutual charge to climax and the oblivion that would have to follow it.
At the very end, Viggo buried his face in Elijah’s neck and cried out loudly as his orgasm rattled his body to the core. He tugged one last time at the hard flesh in his hand, hoping it would be enough to trigger Elijah’s climax. His brain overloaded as his climax ran its course, white spots flashing in front of his eyes.
Elijah’s scream was strangled in his throat but it still expressed the pleasure that overwhelmed him in that moment, bliss swamping his entire body, sending him crashing to the bed as the muscle in his arms and legs refused to support him any longer. “VIGGO...” He called out again, this time understandable between ragged pants.
“Yes, little wolf, I’m here,” Viggo whispered contentedly. He let his weight rest on top of Elijah for a few long moments, before carefully extracting himself and rolling to one side. His fingers stroked the little nubs of Elijah’s spine gently. “You were perfect.”
Elijah basked in the warmth and pleasure that was still zinging through his body as he snuggled into Viggo, half draping half crawling his way across Viggo’s chest. “Perfect?”
“Lovely. Beautiful. Addicting... in short, perfect.” Viggo kept petting and stroking Elijah’s back and sides in lazy, sleepy motions.
Elijah purred into Viggo’s neck, pressing a kiss to sweat salted skin and smiling. “Perfect!” He agreed with Viggo softly, “Very addicting!”
“So, think you can get used to having me around a lot then?” Viggo asked with a little rumble of a growl.
“Addicted already... you’d better be!” Elijah’s voice was sleepy and slightly childish.
“Go to sleep, little wolf, and I will be here beside you when you wake up.” Viggo pressed a kiss to Elijah’s forehead and shut his own eyes to sleep.
Elijah sighed blissfully and let himself drift away.
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Wonderful! And oh so very hot!!
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I am not sure the Elijah of the story shared your view on the nickname, but my Viggo loved it a great deal.
And sometimes, smut is all you need!
Thanks for the FB!
Saklani
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I love take charge Elijah.
Very....um... stimulating.
I'm a happy little addict. Thanks.
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And smut it of the goodness!
Thanks for the lovely FB... and your icon is cute!
Saklani
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We shallpost more soon!
We are always so happy to ge tFB from ya!
Saklani