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Fic: Controlled 16/45
Title: Controlled (16/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this part
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Sir Ian teases ‘Lijah a bit, and a party occurs.
A/N: It's not just Ian, actually. I am such a tease.
Previous Chapters
Sir Ian McKellen was possibly the most intimidating person Elijah had ever worked with. First of all, he was a brilliant actor. Secondly, he was Gandalf, and that just made him intimidating. And thirdly, well, did he really have to keep giving Elijah these knowing looks, nodding at Viggo like he knew exactly what was up?
And he couldn’t. There was no way Ian could understand the entire situation, unless Viggo had spilled, and that just wasn’t possible. Still, Ian knew something was up. Elijah couldn’t school his features to block out every single longing look, and Ian’s gaydar, after sixty years of honing, was clearly impeccable.
It didn’t help at all that on the first day of filming, in full Aragorn gear and raspy Aragorn voice, Viggo had leaned down to Elijah’s ear while something was being adjusted with a lighting boom and whispered “no masturbation. All week. I forgot to mention that.” And damn if Elijah wasn’t going to die from this command, for after all he was young and much more insatiable than Viggo, and surely Viggo knew this. But he did realise, later that afternoon, that Viggo hadn’t even asked if he had relieved himself in the shower that morning, and the answer was (as Viggo probably already knew), he hadn’t. For Viggo hadn’t given permission.
It was a slightly frightening thought, for since when did Elijah need permission to orgasm? But the answer to that question was very clear, and he had just nodded and obeyed.
Now, it was Saturday, and tomorrow they had off, and tonight was a barbeque at Viggo’s and then… well, and then. Full stop.
Still, it was annoying how Ian kept giving him these damned looks, and a little of Gandalf’s know-it-all sarcastic humour seemed to be rubbing off.
Or maybe that was just Ian. It was hard to tell.
“Coming tonight, Ian?” Viggo asked as they finished a scene together, and Ian’s eyes glimmered as he smiled not at Viggo, but at Elijah.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my boy.” Elijah just barely held back the desire to roll his eyes.
Later, in his trailer, Elijah was the last to finish up getting his feet removed. Dom and Billy had gotten off an hour earlier than he and Sean, and then Pete kept him there for close-ups just a bit longer, and so he still had about twenty minutes left when Sean had headed off.
Elijah was annoyed, to say the least, but it did occur to him that he could use the time to take a look at a paperback in his rucksack that he hadn’t looked over nearly enough, given a busy first week and all. Looking around the trailer, and deciding that a couple of makeup artists were relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, he slid the volume out of his bag and held it up cautiously, shielding the cover with his hands.
The Joy of Gay Sex.
Wellington City Library had been surprisingly easy to deal with, as the Central branch was open till 8:30 on weekdays and the catalogue was just like any American library’s system. He had joined and checked out the book on Tuesday, but had very little time to peruse it, and now it seemed that it was now or never.
He was just looking over the various positions in which one could give a blowjob when he heard a low chuckle to his left, and jumped about a mile.
“Ian! Um, what brings you to this side of the trailer?” he asked, hoping he didn’t look as scared as he felt.
“Oh, just thought I would take a look and see who’s still around. Riveting read, that,” Ian commented as casually as if he were discussing the weather.
Elijah was sure he turned about every possible shade a tomato could appear in nature, but Ian just smiled slightly. “I… it’s, uh…. I was just curious…”
Ian raised an eyebrow and took a seat in the chair opposite Elijah, watching as he nervously clicked his tongue against the lip of his beer bottle. “Well you know, it’s really not so much different than…” He waved a hand vaguely at the bottle, and Elijah’s tongue, and catching the innuendo Elijah nearly doused his lap before gathering himself.
“It’s not… it’s not that I’m worried about, so much,” Elijah admitted, vaguely, and Ian just smiled, thinking for a moment before phrasing his response in a way that wouldn’t be too obvious to the man working on Elijah’s prosthetics.
“It’s not nearly as scary as you may think, you know. Quite enjoyable, actually,” Ian suggested with a jovial grin. “He’ll be patient, I’m sure.”
Elijah did a double take. “You… how do you…”
“Oh, dear boy. You’ll learn a lot in this business, just trust me,” Ian commented with a friendly squeeze to Elijah’s shoulder. “And if you don’t mind discussing such things with someone who could be your grandfather, I’m happy to lend some advice,” Ian added, winking.
Elijah just blushed again and nodded. “Sure, Ian. Thanks. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Of course. Though I’m pretty sure you won’t be paying much attention to me,” he added with a wink, and then disappeared before Elijah could protest. Know-it-all ass.
Everyone was instructed to just show up at Viggo’s house as soon as they finished up on Saturday, and so Elijah knew that he wouldn’t have any time alone with his boyfriend beforehand. Frustrating as this was, he still felt relieved as he stood on Viggo’s doorstep and pressed the bell. The week was finally over, and despite the near permanent half-erection that he had been sporting, he was glad to be at Viggo’s and be one step closer to his goal. Besides, tonight his friends would know the nature of their relationship, and he wouldn’t have to pretend that it wasn’t driving him crazy not to have seen Viggo off set once in six days.
“Elijah!” Viggo exclaimed, pulling him into the house with a tight hug. “You know you can just come in,” he whispered in a lower tone when his lips met Elijah’s ear.
Elijah smiled apologetically when they pulled apart and shrugged, almost immediately being pulled into the living room by Orlando and Dom.
“Lij, you’re just in time! We’re playing Never Have I Ever!” Orli exclaimed, gesturing to a circle that included Billy, Sean, Ian, and a couple of crewmembers. Elijah rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be dragged in the middle as Viggo laughed and ducked out back to help John flip burgers.
“Okay Elijah. You can start. You know how to play?”
Elijah nodded and held up ten fingers, mimicking the rest of the group. “I am way too old for this,” one of the crewmembers muttered, but Ian just burst into laughter.
“Son, I was born at least thirty years before this game was invented. Now go on Elijah, what haven’t you done?”
“Um… Never have I ever… gone sky diving.” The rest of the group groaned, and a couple of people dropped their little finger.
“Even I think that was lame,” Sean chided, but Elijah just hit him with an elbow. “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”
“That’s not much better,” Elijah protested, but his hands remained up. Dom, Billy, and Orlando all dropped a finger, as did Ian, and Elijah just giggled.
“What?” Dom protested. “We’re Europeans! We have nude beaches!” Elijah laughed harder at the idea of Dom running around naked on a beach, but Dom just stuck a tongue out at him before taking his turn.
“Fine, Elijah. Never have I ever had anal sex,” Dom announced with a triumphant grin. Ian proudly dropped a finger, while Billy pondered for a moment.
“Giving or receiving?”
“You dog!” Orlando cheered, as Dom replied.
“We’ll say giving.” Billy dropped his finger, as did a couple of crewmembers and Sean, blushing heartily. After some good-natured ribbing, the turn passed to Orlando.
“Fine. Never have I ever received a blow job while driving.” Most of the males in the game dropped a finger, with the exception of Elijah, and the turn passed to Billy.
“Um… let’s see… Never have I ever kissed another man for more than one minute.”
“Who was the one minute?” Dom asked, suddenly. Billy rolled his eyes and stared at him. “What? Who was it?”
“You, eejit.” Dom blushed, remembering something, and looked at the floor, dropping a finger. Orlando and Ian also dropped fingers, but it was Billy who had the keenest skills of observation. “Elijah! You had ten fingers a second ago…”
Everyone suddenly turned to Elijah, who was blushing madly, and everyone but Ian looked at least mildly surprised.
“Well? Who was it?” Orlando asked with an enthusiastic grin.
Elijah stared at the floor intently, stammering, and had never been happier to hear footsteps behind him until this point. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Everyone turned at the sound of Viggo’s voice, and Ian rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but no one else seemed to get it. “But… since you’re wondering,” Viggo continued, and everyone including Elijah gasped when Viggo cupped Elijah’s chin in his hand from behind and twisted his neck to deliver a slow, but lingering kiss to Elijah’s lips. When he pulled away, Elijah momentarily forgot himself and didn’t remove his gaze, just staring in a bit of awe and a lot of hunger into Viggo’s eyes. It was a voice that broke his reverie, when Orlando started clapping somewhere to his right.
“Go, Viggo!” Orli exclaimed, and the others checked their stares when the silence was broken, displaying variations on a nervous smile.
“What are you like, dating?” Dom asked, and for a moment he looked very, very confused. Elijah almost thought he saw a flicker of longing there, or something closely akin, but in a moment it was gone, replaced by a blank look.
“Yes, Dominic, we are, like, dating,” Viggo confirmed with a grin. “I think you’ve been listening to Sean and Elijah talk too much,” he added, and then it was the Dom that Elijah knew and loved again, sticking his tongue out at Viggo.
“Boy, put that back into your mouth before I find another use for it,” Ian warned, and Dom jumped back, looking slightly horrified as everyone else started laughing.
“On that note… who’s hungry?” Everyone followed Viggo quickly, avoiding an awkward moment, and Elijah just grinned as he fell into the queue, a familiar possessive hand squeezing his hip from behind. It was nice, not to have to hide.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this part
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Sir Ian teases ‘Lijah a bit, and a party occurs.
A/N: It's not just Ian, actually. I am such a tease.
Previous Chapters
Sir Ian McKellen was possibly the most intimidating person Elijah had ever worked with. First of all, he was a brilliant actor. Secondly, he was Gandalf, and that just made him intimidating. And thirdly, well, did he really have to keep giving Elijah these knowing looks, nodding at Viggo like he knew exactly what was up?
And he couldn’t. There was no way Ian could understand the entire situation, unless Viggo had spilled, and that just wasn’t possible. Still, Ian knew something was up. Elijah couldn’t school his features to block out every single longing look, and Ian’s gaydar, after sixty years of honing, was clearly impeccable.
It didn’t help at all that on the first day of filming, in full Aragorn gear and raspy Aragorn voice, Viggo had leaned down to Elijah’s ear while something was being adjusted with a lighting boom and whispered “no masturbation. All week. I forgot to mention that.” And damn if Elijah wasn’t going to die from this command, for after all he was young and much more insatiable than Viggo, and surely Viggo knew this. But he did realise, later that afternoon, that Viggo hadn’t even asked if he had relieved himself in the shower that morning, and the answer was (as Viggo probably already knew), he hadn’t. For Viggo hadn’t given permission.
It was a slightly frightening thought, for since when did Elijah need permission to orgasm? But the answer to that question was very clear, and he had just nodded and obeyed.
Now, it was Saturday, and tomorrow they had off, and tonight was a barbeque at Viggo’s and then… well, and then. Full stop.
Still, it was annoying how Ian kept giving him these damned looks, and a little of Gandalf’s know-it-all sarcastic humour seemed to be rubbing off.
Or maybe that was just Ian. It was hard to tell.
“Coming tonight, Ian?” Viggo asked as they finished a scene together, and Ian’s eyes glimmered as he smiled not at Viggo, but at Elijah.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my boy.” Elijah just barely held back the desire to roll his eyes.
Later, in his trailer, Elijah was the last to finish up getting his feet removed. Dom and Billy had gotten off an hour earlier than he and Sean, and then Pete kept him there for close-ups just a bit longer, and so he still had about twenty minutes left when Sean had headed off.
Elijah was annoyed, to say the least, but it did occur to him that he could use the time to take a look at a paperback in his rucksack that he hadn’t looked over nearly enough, given a busy first week and all. Looking around the trailer, and deciding that a couple of makeup artists were relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, he slid the volume out of his bag and held it up cautiously, shielding the cover with his hands.
The Joy of Gay Sex.
Wellington City Library had been surprisingly easy to deal with, as the Central branch was open till 8:30 on weekdays and the catalogue was just like any American library’s system. He had joined and checked out the book on Tuesday, but had very little time to peruse it, and now it seemed that it was now or never.
He was just looking over the various positions in which one could give a blowjob when he heard a low chuckle to his left, and jumped about a mile.
“Ian! Um, what brings you to this side of the trailer?” he asked, hoping he didn’t look as scared as he felt.
“Oh, just thought I would take a look and see who’s still around. Riveting read, that,” Ian commented as casually as if he were discussing the weather.
Elijah was sure he turned about every possible shade a tomato could appear in nature, but Ian just smiled slightly. “I… it’s, uh…. I was just curious…”
Ian raised an eyebrow and took a seat in the chair opposite Elijah, watching as he nervously clicked his tongue against the lip of his beer bottle. “Well you know, it’s really not so much different than…” He waved a hand vaguely at the bottle, and Elijah’s tongue, and catching the innuendo Elijah nearly doused his lap before gathering himself.
“It’s not… it’s not that I’m worried about, so much,” Elijah admitted, vaguely, and Ian just smiled, thinking for a moment before phrasing his response in a way that wouldn’t be too obvious to the man working on Elijah’s prosthetics.
“It’s not nearly as scary as you may think, you know. Quite enjoyable, actually,” Ian suggested with a jovial grin. “He’ll be patient, I’m sure.”
Elijah did a double take. “You… how do you…”
“Oh, dear boy. You’ll learn a lot in this business, just trust me,” Ian commented with a friendly squeeze to Elijah’s shoulder. “And if you don’t mind discussing such things with someone who could be your grandfather, I’m happy to lend some advice,” Ian added, winking.
Elijah just blushed again and nodded. “Sure, Ian. Thanks. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Of course. Though I’m pretty sure you won’t be paying much attention to me,” he added with a wink, and then disappeared before Elijah could protest. Know-it-all ass.
Everyone was instructed to just show up at Viggo’s house as soon as they finished up on Saturday, and so Elijah knew that he wouldn’t have any time alone with his boyfriend beforehand. Frustrating as this was, he still felt relieved as he stood on Viggo’s doorstep and pressed the bell. The week was finally over, and despite the near permanent half-erection that he had been sporting, he was glad to be at Viggo’s and be one step closer to his goal. Besides, tonight his friends would know the nature of their relationship, and he wouldn’t have to pretend that it wasn’t driving him crazy not to have seen Viggo off set once in six days.
“Elijah!” Viggo exclaimed, pulling him into the house with a tight hug. “You know you can just come in,” he whispered in a lower tone when his lips met Elijah’s ear.
Elijah smiled apologetically when they pulled apart and shrugged, almost immediately being pulled into the living room by Orlando and Dom.
“Lij, you’re just in time! We’re playing Never Have I Ever!” Orli exclaimed, gesturing to a circle that included Billy, Sean, Ian, and a couple of crewmembers. Elijah rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be dragged in the middle as Viggo laughed and ducked out back to help John flip burgers.
“Okay Elijah. You can start. You know how to play?”
Elijah nodded and held up ten fingers, mimicking the rest of the group. “I am way too old for this,” one of the crewmembers muttered, but Ian just burst into laughter.
“Son, I was born at least thirty years before this game was invented. Now go on Elijah, what haven’t you done?”
“Um… Never have I ever… gone sky diving.” The rest of the group groaned, and a couple of people dropped their little finger.
“Even I think that was lame,” Sean chided, but Elijah just hit him with an elbow. “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.”
“That’s not much better,” Elijah protested, but his hands remained up. Dom, Billy, and Orlando all dropped a finger, as did Ian, and Elijah just giggled.
“What?” Dom protested. “We’re Europeans! We have nude beaches!” Elijah laughed harder at the idea of Dom running around naked on a beach, but Dom just stuck a tongue out at him before taking his turn.
“Fine, Elijah. Never have I ever had anal sex,” Dom announced with a triumphant grin. Ian proudly dropped a finger, while Billy pondered for a moment.
“Giving or receiving?”
“You dog!” Orlando cheered, as Dom replied.
“We’ll say giving.” Billy dropped his finger, as did a couple of crewmembers and Sean, blushing heartily. After some good-natured ribbing, the turn passed to Orlando.
“Fine. Never have I ever received a blow job while driving.” Most of the males in the game dropped a finger, with the exception of Elijah, and the turn passed to Billy.
“Um… let’s see… Never have I ever kissed another man for more than one minute.”
“Who was the one minute?” Dom asked, suddenly. Billy rolled his eyes and stared at him. “What? Who was it?”
“You, eejit.” Dom blushed, remembering something, and looked at the floor, dropping a finger. Orlando and Ian also dropped fingers, but it was Billy who had the keenest skills of observation. “Elijah! You had ten fingers a second ago…”
Everyone suddenly turned to Elijah, who was blushing madly, and everyone but Ian looked at least mildly surprised.
“Well? Who was it?” Orlando asked with an enthusiastic grin.
Elijah stared at the floor intently, stammering, and had never been happier to hear footsteps behind him until this point. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Everyone turned at the sound of Viggo’s voice, and Ian rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but no one else seemed to get it. “But… since you’re wondering,” Viggo continued, and everyone including Elijah gasped when Viggo cupped Elijah’s chin in his hand from behind and twisted his neck to deliver a slow, but lingering kiss to Elijah’s lips. When he pulled away, Elijah momentarily forgot himself and didn’t remove his gaze, just staring in a bit of awe and a lot of hunger into Viggo’s eyes. It was a voice that broke his reverie, when Orlando started clapping somewhere to his right.
“Go, Viggo!” Orli exclaimed, and the others checked their stares when the silence was broken, displaying variations on a nervous smile.
“What are you like, dating?” Dom asked, and for a moment he looked very, very confused. Elijah almost thought he saw a flicker of longing there, or something closely akin, but in a moment it was gone, replaced by a blank look.
“Yes, Dominic, we are, like, dating,” Viggo confirmed with a grin. “I think you’ve been listening to Sean and Elijah talk too much,” he added, and then it was the Dom that Elijah knew and loved again, sticking his tongue out at Viggo.
“Boy, put that back into your mouth before I find another use for it,” Ian warned, and Dom jumped back, looking slightly horrified as everyone else started laughing.
“On that note… who’s hungry?” Everyone followed Viggo quickly, avoiding an awkward moment, and Elijah just grinned as he fell into the queue, a familiar possessive hand squeezing his hip from behind. It was nice, not to have to hide.