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Fic: Controlled 21/45
Title: Controlled (21/?)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, R for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo with a side of Dom/Daisy
Warnings: BDSM, erotic photography
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo has another get together, games are played, and photos are taken.
Previous Chapters
Later, as promised, Elijah did speak to Viggo. To be fair, Viggo hadn’t noticed Dom’s feeling left out either, but he agreed with Elijah and Billy that maybe it would be a good idea for them to get together more with the “gang,” rather than isolating themselves in one house or the other. As for possessiveness, Elijah realised for the first time that Viggo actually felt guilty about this, and it made him want to ask him to cool it even less.
“Billy’s right,” Viggo had admitted, and no, no he isn’t, Elijah wanted to say, but it wasn’t his place. “I’ve had this problem in the past… I told you that I tend to be possessive, and if other people are noticing it, then I need to be more careful. I have to trust you, Elijah. I do trust you,” he promised, and Elijah couldn’t find much wrong with that so he figured if Viggo felt like he needed to ease up on his protectiveness, Elijah could handle it.
A few days later, Viggo made something of a gesture by inviting a bunch of people over for drinks. Ian and John declined, not too surprisingly, but the whole hobbit gang was there, along with Orlando, Miranda Otto, Dave Wenham, and (perhaps most surprisingly), Karl. Elijah thought that perhaps Viggo’s magnanimity was a little too much when the Kiwi showed up at the door, holding up a six-pack of beer, but maybe Karl just hadn’t known, that night. Viggo could be a little bit scary when he felt threatened, and maybe they were just blowing it all out of proportion. Elijah resolved to be at least friendly towards the man, given that they barely knew each other. It was the least he could do.
As they chatted, sitting in a circle in the living room with everyone else in chairs and Elijah on the floor between Viggo’s legs, Elijah decided to observe. Specifically, he decided to observe Dom, who was sitting on a loveseat next to Billy, slumping slightly. He did look a bit put-off, Elijah noticed now, but he couldn’t really see it as being your typical case of jealousy. After all, Dom wasn’t shooting death glares at either of them specifically, and Dom had never given Elijah any reason to think he might be interested in either Elijah or Viggo. Elijah suspected that it really was just a case of relationship-envy, and he did notice that when Viggo made an effort to bring Dom into the conversation in that gentle, unobtrusive way of his, Dom smiled and acted much more like himself. Billy, sitting next to him, was a grounding force as always, Dom’s steady partner-in-crime, and Elijah almost would have wondered if Dom might want a relationship with Billy, but Billy was fairly resolutely straight. It was puzzling, but there wasn’t much Elijah could do, other than wait it out.
By the time Elijah was on his second glass of the bottle of wine he and Viggo were sharing, he was feeling just a teeny bit of a buzz, and when Orlando suggested they play “Truth or Dare,” it sounded like a brilliant idea.
“I’ll go first, since it was my idea,” Orli announced. “The rules are, of course, if you choose truth you must answer truthfully, you must elaborate if asked, and if you choose dare you may pass but the penalty is that you must snog the person of your dare-er’s choosing.”
“Hey! That’s not a rule!” Elijah objected, and Orlando just laughed.
“Is now. So Elijah, why don’t you go first?”
Elijah grumbled, taking a sip of his wine before he chose. “Truth.”
“All right, I’ll start you with an easy one. How old were you the first time you had sex? Age for each gender please, and a name would be nice.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, as that wasn’t so bad. “Fine. First girl, I was sixteen. Her name was Elise.”
“Any good?”
“Tolerable,” Elijah replied with a look that suggested that it wasn’t, really, and a couple of people laughed.
“First guy?”
“Um, well…” Elijah squirmed a bit and Orlando laughed.
“Come on, ‘Lij, I’m sure it won’t hurt poor wittle Viggo’s feelings to hear about your first,” he joked, and Elijah blushed.
“No, I mean… he was my first. Is, my first,” Elijah explained, and Orlando’s eyes opened a little wider.
“Yeah? Well good for you, then. Your turn.”
Elijah looked around the room for a likely victim, and his eyes finally landed on Dave, one of the newer members of the cast. “All right, Dave. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Dave replied, and Orlando groaned.
“Shut it, Orli. Um… since we’re on the topic, have you ever kissed or had any sort of sexual relations with someone of the same sex? And if so, when was the last time?”
Dave blushed and scratched his head, eyes glancing around the room for a moment before he answered. “Yes to both, and the last time was about a year ago.”
“Relationship?”
“Yeah, we were together for two years.”
“Cool. Okay, your turn.” Elijah sat back as Dave scanned the room for someone to ask, and noticed Dom, leaning forward a bit on the couch, cocking his head to the side as if he had noticed the reserved Aussie for the first time. Very interesting.
“Um, Miranda. Truth or dare, love?”
“Truth.” Karl clapped a hand over Orlando’s mouth before he could groan again, and Elijah started giggling.
“Okay, if you could kiss any man in this room, who would it be?”
“Um… does it have to be any man in this room? Could it be any man in the movie?” she asked, evidently before thinking about the fact that she would have to answer the question.
“Miranda!” Sean Astin exclaimed in mock surprise. “Could it be that you have a crush on the strapping Mr. Bean?” he joked, and Miranda blushed in a clear reply.
“Maybe…” she mumbled, and everyone else laughed. “All right, fine. My turn, though. Karl?”
“Dare,” Karl replied with a gleam in his eyes. Elijah thought he felt Viggo’s hand tense just slightly on his shoulder, but nothing was said.
“Um… let’s see. Ooh, I know!” Miranda exclaimed suddenly, an evil glint in her eye to match Karl’s. “I dare you to play the remainder of the game in your undies. Just your undies,” she commanded triumphantly, and Karl just grinned at her.
“Lucky for you, love, I’m wearing them. Today.” Everyone groaned collectively, but Karl obliged, jokingly leaning towards Miranda in his chair as he unbuttoned his shirt button by button, affecting a strip tease to a chorus of whistles and cat calls.
“And the trousers,” Miranda prompted with a grin, sitting back in her chair and pretending to be completely blasé about the whole thing. Karl grinned back and rose slowly from his chair, flicking open the buttons of his jeans with one hand before he finally let them fall, revealing a pair of black boxer-briefs that left a limited amount to the imagination. “Oy!” Miranda shrieked, jokingly covering her eyes, and Karl just smiled as he took his seat again. “Viggo, truth or dare, mate?”
Elijah braced himself for whatever was about to happen, and was slightly surprised when Viggo chose a dare. Then again, Elijah mused, it was quite possible that Karl could come up with a question that Viggo didn’t want to answer, so perhaps “dare” was the easy way out in this case.
“Okay, Vig, I’ll make this relatively easy. Dominic. Kiss him, with tongue.” Elijah felt his entire body tense, and for a second, he thought Viggo wasn’t going to do it, was going to tell the lot of them to fuck off and go home, but then Viggo was rising slowly, giving Elijah’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and then stepping across the circle to the loveseat, where Dom was looking positively terrified.
Stopping in front of the loveseat, Viggo insinuated one knee between Dom’s and Billy’s thighs, partially resting his weight there, and then calmly turned to Dom. “You kissed Billy before, right?” Viggo asked, and Dom just nodded. “And you’re not attracted to him, are you? I mean, the two of you aren’t interested in each other.”
“No… he’s my best mate,” Dom affirmed, and Viggo just nodded.
“Then this shouldn’t be any more difficult,” Viggo reasoned, and moved in for the kill as Elijah gasped, Karl leaned halfway out of his chair to get a better view, and Dave’s knuckles became noticeably tight on his armrests, despite the fact that his eyes definitely did not make any move to look away. Again—interesting.
The kiss lasted maybe twenty seconds, but when Viggo pulled away Dom was breathing heavily and looking positively floored, and Elijah had to fight between the urge to slug his friend and the competing urge to drag Viggo into his bedroom and demand that the older man do that to him.
After a moment, with Viggo settling behind Elijah and leaning down to kiss his cheek in reassurance, the room broke into nervous laughter, and Dom’s eyes dropped to the floor as his cheeks became extremely pink. Karl, on the other hand, looked like the cat who got the cream, and Elijah almost wanted to smack him for manipulating his friends like that, except it was just a friendly game and if Viggo of all people could make an effort to act friendly towards Karl, so could he.
The game continued on for another half hour with no dares quite so interesting as Karl’s, and with only one refusal, which led to Billy having to snog Miranda (not too much of a hardship for either of them). Eventually, people began to trickle home, thanking Viggo and pleading the need to sleep. Viggo was wrapped up in a conversation with Billy, and Elijah decided that it would be a good time to start cleaning up, so he loaded his arms with wine glasses and headed to the kitchen to wash up.
Honestly, it wasn’t Elijah’s fault that the window over the sink happened to be open, nor that neither Dave nor Dominic seemed to really notice the sound of the water or the presence of another person just a few feet from where they stood on the screened-in porch, looking out into the night. It wasn’t eavesdropping, really, just…overhearing.
“Dom, I’d like to ask you a question, but you’ll have to forgive me in advance for being presumptuous,” Dave began, angling his body slightly towards Dom’s.
“I’m a hobbit, mate,” Dom responded with a grin. “Presumptuous is in the job definition.”
Dave laughed and nodded. “Right, well… I was just wondering, you and Billy, are you together?”
Dom choked out a laugh. “Together? Bills and I?”
Dave nodded, but he was smiling at Dom’s reaction.
“No, mate. Billy’s just about as straight as an arrow. We’re just best mates.”
“And you? Are you… straight as an arrow?” Dave asked, evidently trying for a casual tone but failing if Dom’s answering grin was any indicator.
“Mate, I’m about as bent as a waterslide. One of those really, really squiggly ones,” he clarified, and Dave burst out laughing.
“May I kiss you, Dominic?” Dave asked when the laughter had died down, and Dom just beamed, and nodded.
“Busy cleaning, Master Hobbit?”
Elijah jumped about a mile at the whisper in his ear, and then turned about ten shades of red as Viggo slid his arms around Elijah’s waist, taking a completely forgotten glass from Elijah’s hands and finishing the washing up himself.
“They’re good together, aren’t they?” Viggo whispered, nipping slightly at Elijah’s earlobe, and he nodded, shakily, not sure he could move right now if he tried. Or tear his eyes away from the incredibly erotic sight of one of his best friends and a very handsome Australian making out three feet away from him.
“Where’s Billy?” Elijah whispered, hoping his voice wasn’t actually trembling as Viggo finished up and braced his hands on the sink on either side of Elijah, just resting his chin on Elijah’s shoulder.
“Went home. And I would suggest, my dear one, that we go upstairs and give the new lovebirds some room. They can let themselves out,” Viggo pointed out, leading Elijah gently away from the window and out of the kitchen to the stairs.
It was only in the harsh lights of the bathroom, standing next to Viggo at the sink and brushing his teeth, that Elijah began to blush, highly embarrassed by what Viggo had caught him at.
“Problems, my little hobbit?” Viggo asked in a teasing tone when he his teeth were all clean, sliding behind Elijah and wrapping his arms around the slighter man, kissing his cheek.
“I… I just feel embarrassed,” Elijah admitted as he shook the water from his toothbrush and replaced it in the little ceramic holder. With anyone else, Elijah would’ve brushed it off, but he and Viggo didn’t keep secrets from each other.
“Why? Because I found you watching Dave and Dom kiss?”
“Because I liked watching them kiss,” Elijah admitted, unable to meet Elijah’s eyes in the mirror.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Some people have a bit of a voyeuristic tendency, that’s not an unusual thing.”
“It’s not that I like… to watch,” Elijah stuttered, letting Viggo’s hold ground him. “I just… it’s not often I get to see men kissing. It’s just so…”
“Pretty?” Viggo asked with a knowing grin, and Elijah allowed himself a slight giggle, nodding.
“Yeah. It is.”
“You know… I have an idea. It’s not just Dave and Dominic that turned you on, is it?” Viggo asked, sliding his hand down to cup Elijah’s erection so that he couldn’t deny it. “It’s just the image of two men kissing…?”
“Yeah,” Elijah confirmed with a blush.
“So if you could watch us kissing, for example, you and I. That would turn you on just as much…?”
“More,” Elijah practically whimpered as Viggo bit idly at the junction of neck and shoulder, not hard enough to bruise, just to feel the brief sting of teeth. “God, that would be…”
“Come with me, then.”
Elijah gulped as he followed Viggo, who was all business, into the bedroom. He sat on the foot of the bed, somewhat confused, as Viggo opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out the digital camera. Viggo then turned to the closet, digging around on the top shelf until he emerged with a standard black tripod, setting it up facing where Elijah was sitting and then mounting the camera atop it, humming as he worked.
A deep flush travelled through Elijah’s body as he realised what Viggo was doing, and a surge of excitement followed it, excitement that Viggo was doing this because it was Elijah wanted, that he would do anything to make Elijah happy. They grinned at each other when everything was set up, and then Viggo hit a few buttons on the camera itself.
“Ten shots, hobbit. Five seconds between shots. You ready?”
Elijah nodded eagerly and held out his arms, Viggo grinning as he hit the button and quickly moved into the frame, straddling Elijah’s lap and then pushing Elijah’s torso slightly to the side, twisting them so that Viggo’s teeth captured Elijah’s lower lip in profile just as the first shot went off. Elijah moaned as Viggo began to kiss him in earnest, his hands coming up to hold Elijah’s head with his palms on Elijah’s neck and fingers against his cheeks, leaving his face exposed to the camera. After the camera had taken several pictures, Viggo crawled to the side out of Elijah’s lap, catching him by the collar and pulling him in for another hungry kiss before Elijah had a chance to react.
Five, maybe six pictures left, and Elijah got an idea, tucking his legs underneath him so that he was on his knees on the bed, but sitting back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back and his eyes giving Viggo his best submissive pout as Viggo just stared at him. This image was captured by the camera just before Viggo’s hand fisted in Elijah’s close-cropped hair, shoving their lips together with enough force to make Elijah tilt forward. He didn’t move his hands, though, allowing Viggo to catch and manipulate him and gasping when Viggo forced him to kneel up, his hand palming Elijah’s crotch as he fixed him with a dangerous stare. Elijah gasped once more when Viggo tugged his tshirt out of his jeans, ripping it over his head and attaching his teeth firmly to a nipple, hand still squeezing, and Elijah bucked unconsciously into his hand.
The camera had finished its work by the time Viggo gave up patience and shoved Elijah backwards onto the bed, but neither cared.
It was several hours later when, the house dark and both Dave and Dominic departed to their respective homes (or not), Viggo and Elijah uploaded the photographs to Elijah’s laptop.
Elijah gasped, staring intently from his position in Viggo’s lap, when they came upon the eighth picture. Like the others, the resolution was crisp and colourless, Viggo preferring to shoot in black & white even for digital. Unlike the others, Elijah’s head was actually cut out of the top of the frame, but it didn’t matter. Because his hands were there, clasped tightly behind his back. And his spine was there, pale and arching, sheen of sweat evident even in the photograph. His erection was certainly there, pressing into Viggo’s palm, the older man’s rough fingers just visible as they cupped Elijah’s denim-clad length. And most importantly of all, Viggo’s stare was there, rough and predatory, looking up into Elijah’s out-of-frame eyes and challenging, daring. Try to take control of this. Just try.
That would be Elijah’s favourite photograph for a long, long time.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, R for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo with a side of Dom/Daisy
Warnings: BDSM, erotic photography
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo has another get together, games are played, and photos are taken.
Previous Chapters
Later, as promised, Elijah did speak to Viggo. To be fair, Viggo hadn’t noticed Dom’s feeling left out either, but he agreed with Elijah and Billy that maybe it would be a good idea for them to get together more with the “gang,” rather than isolating themselves in one house or the other. As for possessiveness, Elijah realised for the first time that Viggo actually felt guilty about this, and it made him want to ask him to cool it even less.
“Billy’s right,” Viggo had admitted, and no, no he isn’t, Elijah wanted to say, but it wasn’t his place. “I’ve had this problem in the past… I told you that I tend to be possessive, and if other people are noticing it, then I need to be more careful. I have to trust you, Elijah. I do trust you,” he promised, and Elijah couldn’t find much wrong with that so he figured if Viggo felt like he needed to ease up on his protectiveness, Elijah could handle it.
A few days later, Viggo made something of a gesture by inviting a bunch of people over for drinks. Ian and John declined, not too surprisingly, but the whole hobbit gang was there, along with Orlando, Miranda Otto, Dave Wenham, and (perhaps most surprisingly), Karl. Elijah thought that perhaps Viggo’s magnanimity was a little too much when the Kiwi showed up at the door, holding up a six-pack of beer, but maybe Karl just hadn’t known, that night. Viggo could be a little bit scary when he felt threatened, and maybe they were just blowing it all out of proportion. Elijah resolved to be at least friendly towards the man, given that they barely knew each other. It was the least he could do.
As they chatted, sitting in a circle in the living room with everyone else in chairs and Elijah on the floor between Viggo’s legs, Elijah decided to observe. Specifically, he decided to observe Dom, who was sitting on a loveseat next to Billy, slumping slightly. He did look a bit put-off, Elijah noticed now, but he couldn’t really see it as being your typical case of jealousy. After all, Dom wasn’t shooting death glares at either of them specifically, and Dom had never given Elijah any reason to think he might be interested in either Elijah or Viggo. Elijah suspected that it really was just a case of relationship-envy, and he did notice that when Viggo made an effort to bring Dom into the conversation in that gentle, unobtrusive way of his, Dom smiled and acted much more like himself. Billy, sitting next to him, was a grounding force as always, Dom’s steady partner-in-crime, and Elijah almost would have wondered if Dom might want a relationship with Billy, but Billy was fairly resolutely straight. It was puzzling, but there wasn’t much Elijah could do, other than wait it out.
By the time Elijah was on his second glass of the bottle of wine he and Viggo were sharing, he was feeling just a teeny bit of a buzz, and when Orlando suggested they play “Truth or Dare,” it sounded like a brilliant idea.
“I’ll go first, since it was my idea,” Orli announced. “The rules are, of course, if you choose truth you must answer truthfully, you must elaborate if asked, and if you choose dare you may pass but the penalty is that you must snog the person of your dare-er’s choosing.”
“Hey! That’s not a rule!” Elijah objected, and Orlando just laughed.
“Is now. So Elijah, why don’t you go first?”
Elijah grumbled, taking a sip of his wine before he chose. “Truth.”
“All right, I’ll start you with an easy one. How old were you the first time you had sex? Age for each gender please, and a name would be nice.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, as that wasn’t so bad. “Fine. First girl, I was sixteen. Her name was Elise.”
“Any good?”
“Tolerable,” Elijah replied with a look that suggested that it wasn’t, really, and a couple of people laughed.
“First guy?”
“Um, well…” Elijah squirmed a bit and Orlando laughed.
“Come on, ‘Lij, I’m sure it won’t hurt poor wittle Viggo’s feelings to hear about your first,” he joked, and Elijah blushed.
“No, I mean… he was my first. Is, my first,” Elijah explained, and Orlando’s eyes opened a little wider.
“Yeah? Well good for you, then. Your turn.”
Elijah looked around the room for a likely victim, and his eyes finally landed on Dave, one of the newer members of the cast. “All right, Dave. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Dave replied, and Orlando groaned.
“Shut it, Orli. Um… since we’re on the topic, have you ever kissed or had any sort of sexual relations with someone of the same sex? And if so, when was the last time?”
Dave blushed and scratched his head, eyes glancing around the room for a moment before he answered. “Yes to both, and the last time was about a year ago.”
“Relationship?”
“Yeah, we were together for two years.”
“Cool. Okay, your turn.” Elijah sat back as Dave scanned the room for someone to ask, and noticed Dom, leaning forward a bit on the couch, cocking his head to the side as if he had noticed the reserved Aussie for the first time. Very interesting.
“Um, Miranda. Truth or dare, love?”
“Truth.” Karl clapped a hand over Orlando’s mouth before he could groan again, and Elijah started giggling.
“Okay, if you could kiss any man in this room, who would it be?”
“Um… does it have to be any man in this room? Could it be any man in the movie?” she asked, evidently before thinking about the fact that she would have to answer the question.
“Miranda!” Sean Astin exclaimed in mock surprise. “Could it be that you have a crush on the strapping Mr. Bean?” he joked, and Miranda blushed in a clear reply.
“Maybe…” she mumbled, and everyone else laughed. “All right, fine. My turn, though. Karl?”
“Dare,” Karl replied with a gleam in his eyes. Elijah thought he felt Viggo’s hand tense just slightly on his shoulder, but nothing was said.
“Um… let’s see. Ooh, I know!” Miranda exclaimed suddenly, an evil glint in her eye to match Karl’s. “I dare you to play the remainder of the game in your undies. Just your undies,” she commanded triumphantly, and Karl just grinned at her.
“Lucky for you, love, I’m wearing them. Today.” Everyone groaned collectively, but Karl obliged, jokingly leaning towards Miranda in his chair as he unbuttoned his shirt button by button, affecting a strip tease to a chorus of whistles and cat calls.
“And the trousers,” Miranda prompted with a grin, sitting back in her chair and pretending to be completely blasé about the whole thing. Karl grinned back and rose slowly from his chair, flicking open the buttons of his jeans with one hand before he finally let them fall, revealing a pair of black boxer-briefs that left a limited amount to the imagination. “Oy!” Miranda shrieked, jokingly covering her eyes, and Karl just smiled as he took his seat again. “Viggo, truth or dare, mate?”
Elijah braced himself for whatever was about to happen, and was slightly surprised when Viggo chose a dare. Then again, Elijah mused, it was quite possible that Karl could come up with a question that Viggo didn’t want to answer, so perhaps “dare” was the easy way out in this case.
“Okay, Vig, I’ll make this relatively easy. Dominic. Kiss him, with tongue.” Elijah felt his entire body tense, and for a second, he thought Viggo wasn’t going to do it, was going to tell the lot of them to fuck off and go home, but then Viggo was rising slowly, giving Elijah’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and then stepping across the circle to the loveseat, where Dom was looking positively terrified.
Stopping in front of the loveseat, Viggo insinuated one knee between Dom’s and Billy’s thighs, partially resting his weight there, and then calmly turned to Dom. “You kissed Billy before, right?” Viggo asked, and Dom just nodded. “And you’re not attracted to him, are you? I mean, the two of you aren’t interested in each other.”
“No… he’s my best mate,” Dom affirmed, and Viggo just nodded.
“Then this shouldn’t be any more difficult,” Viggo reasoned, and moved in for the kill as Elijah gasped, Karl leaned halfway out of his chair to get a better view, and Dave’s knuckles became noticeably tight on his armrests, despite the fact that his eyes definitely did not make any move to look away. Again—interesting.
The kiss lasted maybe twenty seconds, but when Viggo pulled away Dom was breathing heavily and looking positively floored, and Elijah had to fight between the urge to slug his friend and the competing urge to drag Viggo into his bedroom and demand that the older man do that to him.
After a moment, with Viggo settling behind Elijah and leaning down to kiss his cheek in reassurance, the room broke into nervous laughter, and Dom’s eyes dropped to the floor as his cheeks became extremely pink. Karl, on the other hand, looked like the cat who got the cream, and Elijah almost wanted to smack him for manipulating his friends like that, except it was just a friendly game and if Viggo of all people could make an effort to act friendly towards Karl, so could he.
The game continued on for another half hour with no dares quite so interesting as Karl’s, and with only one refusal, which led to Billy having to snog Miranda (not too much of a hardship for either of them). Eventually, people began to trickle home, thanking Viggo and pleading the need to sleep. Viggo was wrapped up in a conversation with Billy, and Elijah decided that it would be a good time to start cleaning up, so he loaded his arms with wine glasses and headed to the kitchen to wash up.
Honestly, it wasn’t Elijah’s fault that the window over the sink happened to be open, nor that neither Dave nor Dominic seemed to really notice the sound of the water or the presence of another person just a few feet from where they stood on the screened-in porch, looking out into the night. It wasn’t eavesdropping, really, just…overhearing.
“Dom, I’d like to ask you a question, but you’ll have to forgive me in advance for being presumptuous,” Dave began, angling his body slightly towards Dom’s.
“I’m a hobbit, mate,” Dom responded with a grin. “Presumptuous is in the job definition.”
Dave laughed and nodded. “Right, well… I was just wondering, you and Billy, are you together?”
Dom choked out a laugh. “Together? Bills and I?”
Dave nodded, but he was smiling at Dom’s reaction.
“No, mate. Billy’s just about as straight as an arrow. We’re just best mates.”
“And you? Are you… straight as an arrow?” Dave asked, evidently trying for a casual tone but failing if Dom’s answering grin was any indicator.
“Mate, I’m about as bent as a waterslide. One of those really, really squiggly ones,” he clarified, and Dave burst out laughing.
“May I kiss you, Dominic?” Dave asked when the laughter had died down, and Dom just beamed, and nodded.
“Busy cleaning, Master Hobbit?”
Elijah jumped about a mile at the whisper in his ear, and then turned about ten shades of red as Viggo slid his arms around Elijah’s waist, taking a completely forgotten glass from Elijah’s hands and finishing the washing up himself.
“They’re good together, aren’t they?” Viggo whispered, nipping slightly at Elijah’s earlobe, and he nodded, shakily, not sure he could move right now if he tried. Or tear his eyes away from the incredibly erotic sight of one of his best friends and a very handsome Australian making out three feet away from him.
“Where’s Billy?” Elijah whispered, hoping his voice wasn’t actually trembling as Viggo finished up and braced his hands on the sink on either side of Elijah, just resting his chin on Elijah’s shoulder.
“Went home. And I would suggest, my dear one, that we go upstairs and give the new lovebirds some room. They can let themselves out,” Viggo pointed out, leading Elijah gently away from the window and out of the kitchen to the stairs.
It was only in the harsh lights of the bathroom, standing next to Viggo at the sink and brushing his teeth, that Elijah began to blush, highly embarrassed by what Viggo had caught him at.
“Problems, my little hobbit?” Viggo asked in a teasing tone when he his teeth were all clean, sliding behind Elijah and wrapping his arms around the slighter man, kissing his cheek.
“I… I just feel embarrassed,” Elijah admitted as he shook the water from his toothbrush and replaced it in the little ceramic holder. With anyone else, Elijah would’ve brushed it off, but he and Viggo didn’t keep secrets from each other.
“Why? Because I found you watching Dave and Dom kiss?”
“Because I liked watching them kiss,” Elijah admitted, unable to meet Elijah’s eyes in the mirror.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Some people have a bit of a voyeuristic tendency, that’s not an unusual thing.”
“It’s not that I like… to watch,” Elijah stuttered, letting Viggo’s hold ground him. “I just… it’s not often I get to see men kissing. It’s just so…”
“Pretty?” Viggo asked with a knowing grin, and Elijah allowed himself a slight giggle, nodding.
“Yeah. It is.”
“You know… I have an idea. It’s not just Dave and Dominic that turned you on, is it?” Viggo asked, sliding his hand down to cup Elijah’s erection so that he couldn’t deny it. “It’s just the image of two men kissing…?”
“Yeah,” Elijah confirmed with a blush.
“So if you could watch us kissing, for example, you and I. That would turn you on just as much…?”
“More,” Elijah practically whimpered as Viggo bit idly at the junction of neck and shoulder, not hard enough to bruise, just to feel the brief sting of teeth. “God, that would be…”
“Come with me, then.”
Elijah gulped as he followed Viggo, who was all business, into the bedroom. He sat on the foot of the bed, somewhat confused, as Viggo opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out the digital camera. Viggo then turned to the closet, digging around on the top shelf until he emerged with a standard black tripod, setting it up facing where Elijah was sitting and then mounting the camera atop it, humming as he worked.
A deep flush travelled through Elijah’s body as he realised what Viggo was doing, and a surge of excitement followed it, excitement that Viggo was doing this because it was Elijah wanted, that he would do anything to make Elijah happy. They grinned at each other when everything was set up, and then Viggo hit a few buttons on the camera itself.
“Ten shots, hobbit. Five seconds between shots. You ready?”
Elijah nodded eagerly and held out his arms, Viggo grinning as he hit the button and quickly moved into the frame, straddling Elijah’s lap and then pushing Elijah’s torso slightly to the side, twisting them so that Viggo’s teeth captured Elijah’s lower lip in profile just as the first shot went off. Elijah moaned as Viggo began to kiss him in earnest, his hands coming up to hold Elijah’s head with his palms on Elijah’s neck and fingers against his cheeks, leaving his face exposed to the camera. After the camera had taken several pictures, Viggo crawled to the side out of Elijah’s lap, catching him by the collar and pulling him in for another hungry kiss before Elijah had a chance to react.
Five, maybe six pictures left, and Elijah got an idea, tucking his legs underneath him so that he was on his knees on the bed, but sitting back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back and his eyes giving Viggo his best submissive pout as Viggo just stared at him. This image was captured by the camera just before Viggo’s hand fisted in Elijah’s close-cropped hair, shoving their lips together with enough force to make Elijah tilt forward. He didn’t move his hands, though, allowing Viggo to catch and manipulate him and gasping when Viggo forced him to kneel up, his hand palming Elijah’s crotch as he fixed him with a dangerous stare. Elijah gasped once more when Viggo tugged his tshirt out of his jeans, ripping it over his head and attaching his teeth firmly to a nipple, hand still squeezing, and Elijah bucked unconsciously into his hand.
The camera had finished its work by the time Viggo gave up patience and shoved Elijah backwards onto the bed, but neither cared.
It was several hours later when, the house dark and both Dave and Dominic departed to their respective homes (or not), Viggo and Elijah uploaded the photographs to Elijah’s laptop.
Elijah gasped, staring intently from his position in Viggo’s lap, when they came upon the eighth picture. Like the others, the resolution was crisp and colourless, Viggo preferring to shoot in black & white even for digital. Unlike the others, Elijah’s head was actually cut out of the top of the frame, but it didn’t matter. Because his hands were there, clasped tightly behind his back. And his spine was there, pale and arching, sheen of sweat evident even in the photograph. His erection was certainly there, pressing into Viggo’s palm, the older man’s rough fingers just visible as they cupped Elijah’s denim-clad length. And most importantly of all, Viggo’s stare was there, rough and predatory, looking up into Elijah’s out-of-frame eyes and challenging, daring. Try to take control of this. Just try.
That would be Elijah’s favourite photograph for a long, long time.
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