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Fic: Controlled 23/45
Title: Controlled (23/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo with a side of Dom/Daisy
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this chapter
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Pete throws a party.
Previous Chapters
The night after the last night shoot at Helm’s Deep before holiday, Pete threw a big cast party at his house. Everyone was invited, including some of the principal crew, and Elijah was quite looking forward to an opportunity both to hang out with Viggo and to see all his friends in one place.
The night before the party, while Viggo was shooting, Elijah spent the night at his own house under strict orders from the King. He slept in till eleven, a definite luxury, and then went shopping with Dom in downtown Wellington. They spent most of the time just being stupid and pointing out inane souvenirs, but Elijah did find a cowrie shell necklace he really liked for Viggo, as well as a blue shirt with swirling black patterns that Dom convinced him to buy and wear to the party. Once Dom had picked out a new wrist cuff, a video game he had been looking for, and a new pair of shades, they decided to take a break for a late lunch at an outdoor café.
“So, Sblomie. You’ve gotta tell me what’s up with you and Daisy. I’ve been so mopey lately that I haven’t gotten a chance to grill you yet.”
“Well that just won’t do,” Dom replied with a laugh, dipping a chip heavily into his sauce. “What do you want to know, exactly?”
“Everything. Are you exclusive now, or what?”
“Yeah, I think we are,” Dom admitted with a bit of an uncharacteristic blush.
“Hey, that’s excellent! Congratulations, man!”
“Ta. It’s not a big deal; it’s just… well it’s nice. It’s kind of frustrating with him being in Australia lately and not shooting regularly till October, but he’s flown in for the party tonight and we’re spending some time together over the break. I don’t know, Doodle… I just really like him. He’s quieter than what I usually go for, but God… sexy as all hell.”
Elijah laughed aloud and took a sip of his Coke, leaning back on two legs of his chair. “I know what you mean. Couldn’t really imagine myself with a forty-something year old reclusive artist before now, but whadya know?”
“Eh, Viggo’s not that reclusive,” Dom pointed out. “He’s a crazy bugger, but he likes company in his insanity, I think.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Speaking of which, did you note that today is April 1st? I’m on the lookout for whatever pranks he might have planned tonight…”
“Oh God, yeah. I’ve been trying to think of a way to get Billy, myself, but I’ve come up dry so far. He’s too perceptive to trick easily.”
“Good point. But hey, quit changing the subject! You, Dave, exclusive… is he good in bed, then?”
Dom blushed profusely as he tried to laugh it off, and Elijah grinned, leaning in closer. “Come on, Sblomie. You’ve gotta tell me…”
“Bugger off, mate! Not like you tell me anything about you and Vig’s sex life.”
“Hey, you never asked,” Elijah pointed out, though he was somewhat grateful for that fact. He wasn’t really sure that Dom would want to hear tales of bondage and begging for release, no matter how open-minded his friend was.
“Well suffice it to say, yes. I am quite satisfied. But we haven’t exactly… well, we haven’t done everything there is to do, yet.”
“Oh,” Elijah replied, suddenly remember the time they had all played “Never Have I Ever” and that Dom had never had anal sex. “Wait, Dom… is this your first time with a guy? Like, at all?”
Dom blushed around a mouthful of burger and nodded, looking quite embarrassed.
“Wow. Are you… I mean did you know, that you liked guys? Just haven’t tried it out yet?”
“I guess. I mean yeah, I did know. I definitely knew. But girls were easier, I guess. Of course then you and Vig came out, and I guess I was a teeny bit jealous of what you had, I mean I was curious…”
“Oh, you know, it’s starting to make sense now. I noticed you seemed a little upset when we told everyone. Billy thought you might be jealous of one of us, specifically, but I didn’t think that was it.”
“Nah, sorry to disappoint you Lighe, but short brunettes were never quite my type,” Dom admitted with a wink. Elijah threw a chip and grinned at him.
“Fair enough. But Dave, he had a boyfriend, right? So I’m assuming he’s…?”
“Yeah, he has. It’s okay, though. I don’t mind. But you hadn’t either, right? Before Viggo?”
“Nah. I didn’t even know I was bisexual, before Viggo. And yeah, he had done pretty much everything himself, but he was very patient. Actually… he kind of wouldn’t let me until he decided I was ready. Quite a bitch at first, but it was really good after all the wait.”
“Ah. Sounds like.”
“What about Dave? Is he anxious to ‘go all the way,’ or…?”
“First of all, Doodle, you sound like you’re twelve. Pretty soon you’re going to start with baseball analogies, aren’t you?” Dom grinned as he ducked another flying chip. “But in answer to your question, no; he’s patient. And I’m a quick learner on the whole fellatio thing…”
“Oh, Dommie!” Elijah groaned, covering his eyes as if he could escape the mental image that way. “Do you mind?”
“Yes.” Dom grinned widely, and Elijah just rolled his eyes.
“Asshole.”
“Cunt.”
“Bitch.”
“Wanker.”
“Cocksucker.”
“Pot calls the kettle black!”
“Blow me, Dommie.”
“You first.”
“Ass. Come on, let’s go get ready….”
When Elijah arrived at Pete’s house with Dom and Billy, the party was already in full swing. Sala and Lawrence were flipping burgers on the barbeque, while a sizeable portion of the guests mingled around the full coolers of beer strategically placed around the backyard. Pete and Fran’s kids were playing horseshoes with Ally Astin and some other kids in the front yard, and Orlando and Liv were engaged in a truly sad looking game of Frisbee not far away. Elijah grinned and said his hellos to everyone before following his fellow hobbits inside.
Dom predictably went flying into Dave’s arms when he spotted his boyfriend, who was chatting in a corner with Karl and Miranda, both of whom would resume shooting after break, and Harry Sinclair, who would be filming most of his scenes while principal cast was off. Elijah inclined his head in that direction with a smile, which was returned by Karl and Miranda. It had been a few months since Elijah had actually seen Karl, but time had served to help him forget the earlier incident, and neither he nor Viggo really held a grudge against the somewhat unfortunate actor. Still, Elijah kept walking, hoping to find his own boyfriend somewhere in the house.
Sure enough, Viggo and Sean Bean, who was back in New Zealand a month early for the Rivendell Council scenes, were standing in the den drinking Scotch that Sean had brought back and chatting with Hugo. Billy, seeing the whisky, surged forward with a huge hug for Sean and demands for a glass, but Elijah hung back in the doorway, smiling when he caught Viggo’s eye. His lover was wearing a somewhat uncharacteristic black button-down, open down to the centre of his chest, along with a pair of well-worn jeans. His hair was combed down straight, and he looked truly relaxed and happy for the first time in months.
When Viggo saw Elijah, he grinned and held out his arms, the younger man walking at a casual pace over to his lover and then tilting his chin up for a kiss when he reached him.
“Mmm. You taste like licorice,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah giggled.
“Dom had some in his glove compartment. I helped myself.”
“Ah, I knew it.”
Elijah grinned wider as Viggo squeezed him tight, and then pulled back to address the other two, shifting so that Viggo’s arm was around his shoulders and his own was around Viggo’s waist.
“Beanie, how are you doing? Flight okay?”
“Flight was horrible, Elijah, thanks for asking.”
Elijah’s eyes twinkled as he grinned and nodded towards Sean’s glass. “Yes, but you’ve got yourself some liquid courage, I see.”
“That I do, hobbit. And cheers to you and your new romance,” he suggested, raising his glass to the couple.
Elijah blushed and thanked him, then turned back to Viggo. “Hey, I forgot. Dom and I went shopping today; I’ve got something for you.”
“A present? Now? This isn’t some April Fool’s joke, is it?”
“No, actually. I was going to give it to you later, but it’ll match what you’re wearing perfectly,” Elijah explained, fishing the necklace from his back pocket. “I’m more frightened of what you’ve come up with for April Fool’s, personally.”
“Well then you’ll be disappointed,” Viggo admitted with a shrug. “I’ve been too busy planning something else to have time for pranks.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Really? What the hell could you be planning that would take precedent to pranks?”
“You’ll see tomorrow. But now it’s my turn for a surprise! What’d you get me, hobbit?”
Elijah grinned. “I have it here, just bend down a bit.”
“Resisting urge to make dirty joke… resisting urge to make dirty joke…” Elijah cuffed Billy hard upside the head, earning a loud “Oi!” when he nearly upset the precious Scotch, and then turned back to his task, tying the cowrie shell securely around Viggo’s neck.
“It’s lovely,” Viggo whispered in Elijah’s ear, pressing his own hand to his throat before pulling back a bit and giving Elijah a proper kiss. Elijah grinned and ignored the other three men’s good-natured whistling, happy to see the emotion in Viggo’s eyes when they pulled away.
“I just thought, you know, you might like a reminder,” Elijah explained. “Of us, our time here…”
“Hey, I’ve got my own reminder right here,” Viggo pointed out, squeezing Elijah’s waist. “But it’s perfect, thank you.”
“All right lovebirds, I think that’s about all I can handle for now. I’m going to go see if the burgers are ready…” Billy interjected, and Elijah gave him another thump on the shoulder as he passed.
“Oi! No love for your fellow hobbits, I see…”
Viggo laughed and turned to the other two in the room, still holding Elijah tight with one arm. “So what do you say, fellas? Want to check on those burgers?”
“Sounds brilliant. I could use some nice juicy meat,” Hugo replied, giving Elijah an overdramatic wink. The younger man just stared, and Sean burst out laughing.
“You’re horrible, mate! C’mon ‘Lij, he’s just teasing you.”
Elijah, still gawking, let Viggo lead him out the door behind Sean and out into the backyard where the majority of the guests were.
“Can I get you a beer, baby?” Viggo asked, nuzzling Elijah’s ear a bit as he spoke.
Elijah giggled. “Keep calling me ‘baby’ and you can get me anything you want. I like that.”
“Oh you do, do you?” Viggo gave Elijah a look, but received only another giggle in response, and so he went over to the cooler to retrieve the beers, giving Elijah a parting pinch on the arse.
“Ringbearer! You made it!”
Elijah grinned when he spotted Pete coming towards him from the grill where Sala and Lawrence had been given full reign with Christopher “supervising” over their shoulders.
“PJ, how are ya, mate?” He gave the director a hug and waved his hand around to indicate the yard. “Great party!”
“Thanks! Don’t know if it matches quite up to you young people’s standards, but I figure we all need a bit of relaxation this weekend, wouldn’t you say?”
“Definitely! When do you start shooting again?”
“Bright and early Monday… still have the Second Age battle to shoot, and we’ve got Hugo and Harry here of course… but I’ve got a few day’s holiday, actually.”
“Good thing! You’re working yourself to death, Pete. You and Fran both. How are the kids doing?”
“Fine, fine. You know, school and all, they’ve got plenty to keep them busy without worrying about their father’s crazy projects.”
Elijah laughed at that. “I doubt it. You know they’re wicked proud of you, and I’m sure pretty popular with their friends. ‘Rings’ is really starting to get talked about locally, yeah?”
“It is that. How have you been handling it? More sightings in town?”
“Nah, it’s not too bad yet. I occasionally get an autograph request, but usually it’s someone who saw ‘The Faculty’… or ‘Flipper,’ God forbid.” Pete laughed heartily. “Still, I can go out in public with Vig and not get recognised.”
“Yeah, better not hold your breath on that one. You’re either going to have to come out or hide out soon, unless you want the press to do the job for you...”
Elijah sighed. “I don’t know, PJ. I hate hiding, but with my career, I just don’t know…”
“Well, talk to Ian about it,” Pete suggested with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure he could give you good professional advice, you know.”
“I guess you’re right, yeah…”
“Hey, don’t be so frightened of the man! He’s not that scary…”
Elijah laughed at Pete’s intuition, but was relieved when Viggo turned up with two cans of beer. “Refreshments! Thanks,” Elijah said with a kiss to Viggo’s cheek as he took his can. “Well, we’ll leave you to it then.”
“All right guys. Enjoy the party!”
“We will, thanks Pete,” Viggo replied, again sliding his arm protectively around Elijah’s waist and cracking open his beer as he surveyed the yard, taking a long draw.
“You hungry?” Elijah asked as he opened his own beer and took a sip. “Looks like the first round of burgers are ready,” he pointed out, nodding to where Lawrence was starting to serve them up.
“Sure. I can’t remember the last time I had an actual grilled burger with all the fixins.”
“Fixins? Mama done raise you right?” Elijah joked, tugging Viggo over to stand in the little line that had formed by the grill.
“Shush up, boy, or I’ll spank your little white ass,” Viggo whispered into Elijah’s ear in a very affected sounding accent, cause Elijah to burst into giggles.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Liv asked, joining them in line with Orlando at her heels.
“Just Viggo being naughty,” Elijah replied with a wink, earning a stern look that both Liv and Orlando just laughed at. “Hey Orli, what the hell are you doing in the burger line, man?”
“Plain bun with tomato and lettuce. Does a body good.”
“Yeah, if you’re a bird,” Liv snorted, prompting Elijah to start giggling again.
“Oh, shut it. Hey, has anyone seen the other lovebirds?”
“Which?” Viggo asked, trying to figure out to whom Orlando was referring.
“Dom and Daisy. Where’ve they run off to?”
Elijah glanced around the yard, seeing no sign of them, and then grinned evilly. “Well I don’t know; they haven’t been seen for a while. But this would be the first Dom’s seen him in two weeks, so...” Elijah wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and Liv pretended to look scandalised.
“Jesus, who’s not shagging around here?” Orlando asked rhetorically, looking around the yard as if he were looking for a likely candidate.
“Um, let’s see… you?” Elijah earned a whack on the shoulder, with Viggo only giving Orlando a slightly disapproving look.
“Aw, don’t tease poor Orli. We’ll find you somebody, baby,” Liv suggested, prompting Elijah to roll his eyes. “What’s your fancy? Girls, boys?”
“I’m not particular,” Orlando replied with a shrug. “I’m not really looking, either.”
“What about Sarah in makeup?” Liv suggested, looking around the yard for possible candidates. “She’s kind of sweet.”
“Eh, talks too much.”
“For you?” Elijah asked, earning him another smack. “Hey! Quit abusing the hobbit!”
“Quit making fun of the elf, then!” Elijah rolled his eyes.
“What about Cathy?” Liv prodded.
“The assistant, Cathy? She’s got a boyfriend,” Orlando replied.
“Oh. I didn’t know. What about the cast? Karl? I think he likes boys,” Liv suggested. Elijah frowned slightly, and Viggo just snorted, but Orlando shook his head.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” Liv looked as if she had another suggestion on the tip of her tongue, but they had reached the table next to the grill and Fran was loading up plates for them with burgers and crisps and fresh cole slaw.
After they got their food, they found four empty lawn chairs in a circle made up of Craig, Marton, and Hugo. Good-natured “Elves only” jokes were made, but Viggo brushed them off with the justification that he was raised in Rivendell, anyway.
“Okay, fair enough. And what’s his excuse?” Craig asked with a smile, nodding towards Elijah.
“Eh, him? He’s my hobbit-concubine.” Everyone laughed at that, and Elijah just stuck his tongue out as he lowered himself into the chair next to Viggo with his plate in his lap.
“They didn’t have concubines in Middle Earth, love.”
“Hey, how do you know?” Marton asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Tolkien probably just left the sex part out of the books so that they’d be appropriate for children.”
“Appropriate for children my arse,” Orlando chimed in. “Have you noticed how much groping goes on between Frodo and Sam?”
“Hey! Frodo and Sam are not getting it on!” Elijah protested, earning a snicker from Hugo.
“No, no, he’s right, guys. See, Frodo’s actually getting it on with Boromir…” Liv ducked a flying tomato slice as Elijah grumbled.
“Love, can you get me another beer?”
“Baby, it took you about five minutes to drink that one.”
“Yes, but from the looks of this conversation I’m going to need it,” Elijah argued with a pout. Rolling his eyes, Viggo set his plate down in the grass and went off to retrieve more libations as Craig continued the theories.
“See, I’m thinking secretly, Haldir must be getting it on with Aragorn,” he stage-whispered, earning a glare from Elijah. “No, no, hear me out! I mean Aragorn was raised among Elves…”
“Yeah, in Rivendell. He’d be more likely to be getting it on with Elrond,” Elijah pointed out.
“I’ll have you know, child, Elrond is far beyond coupling with a mere mortal…” Hugo interjected.
“Hey, you never know, ‘Lij. I mean, I’m sure Haldir had to get out of Lorien on his travels…” Craig suggested with a wink.
“Pshh. He’s the Marchwarden! His whole job is to protect Lorien.”
“So naturally,” Marton continued, “Haldir really was shacking up with Celeborn…”
“Celeborn was married!” Craig objected when Marton winked lewdly.
“Tell it to the judge.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, happy when Viggo returned with refreshments. The rest of the evening continued similarly, with various blaspheming about Tolkien’s work, while Elijah went on drinking his beer and trying to stay out of the conversation. By ten o’ clock, the other hobbits were predictably up to mischief, and ended up calling Elijah over to play with them in a hobbits versus humans game of beer pong on the picnic table.
“Okay, you all know how to play. The four hobbits versus Viggo, Sean, Dave, and Miranda,” Dom announced. “All Elves and other species may act as referees, but Pete has final word. If your opponent sinks a ball, you must drink from that cup, and until the opposing team misses a shot, you continue to drink. Throwers rotate every shot, and a miss passes play to the opposing team. Any questions?”
“Yeah, do I have to play?” Sean Astin asked, and the rest of the hobbits groaned.
“Get in there, Seanie! Christine took the kids home, now it’s your chance to be a man!” Dom encouraged, showing by his slight unsteadiness that he had already had a few too many cans of beer.
Dom, unsurprisingly, was the hobbits’ weak point, and Miranda turned out to be one hell of an aim. Consequently, Elijah spent the evening getting drunker and drunker, until Viggo had the shot with one cup remaining.
“And the Men take it!” Pete announced when the ping-pong ball landed with a splash, met with cheers all around.
“Whoa there, Ringbearer. I think you’ve had enough,” Viggo warned, crossing to the other side of the table when Elijah attempted, unsteadily, to lift the final cup. “I’m taking this one home, guys. Great party, Pete, thanks.”
“Wait… but…. I’m supposed to drink the last one…” Elijah mumbled, leaning on Viggo as he tried to manoeuvre him away from the table.
“No, baby. That’s plenty for you.”
“Can I get a kiss instead?”
“You can go to bed,” Viggo countered. “Way too drunk for kisses, darling. I’m going to take you back to your house so you can get some sleep.”
“But I like kisses.”
“Yes you do. And you can’t always get what you want.” Elijah grumbled, but allowed himself to be steered in Viggo’s arms towards the car, as a soft bed was sounding quite nice at the moment.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo with a side of Dom/Daisy
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this chapter
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Pete throws a party.
Previous Chapters
The night after the last night shoot at Helm’s Deep before holiday, Pete threw a big cast party at his house. Everyone was invited, including some of the principal crew, and Elijah was quite looking forward to an opportunity both to hang out with Viggo and to see all his friends in one place.
The night before the party, while Viggo was shooting, Elijah spent the night at his own house under strict orders from the King. He slept in till eleven, a definite luxury, and then went shopping with Dom in downtown Wellington. They spent most of the time just being stupid and pointing out inane souvenirs, but Elijah did find a cowrie shell necklace he really liked for Viggo, as well as a blue shirt with swirling black patterns that Dom convinced him to buy and wear to the party. Once Dom had picked out a new wrist cuff, a video game he had been looking for, and a new pair of shades, they decided to take a break for a late lunch at an outdoor café.
“So, Sblomie. You’ve gotta tell me what’s up with you and Daisy. I’ve been so mopey lately that I haven’t gotten a chance to grill you yet.”
“Well that just won’t do,” Dom replied with a laugh, dipping a chip heavily into his sauce. “What do you want to know, exactly?”
“Everything. Are you exclusive now, or what?”
“Yeah, I think we are,” Dom admitted with a bit of an uncharacteristic blush.
“Hey, that’s excellent! Congratulations, man!”
“Ta. It’s not a big deal; it’s just… well it’s nice. It’s kind of frustrating with him being in Australia lately and not shooting regularly till October, but he’s flown in for the party tonight and we’re spending some time together over the break. I don’t know, Doodle… I just really like him. He’s quieter than what I usually go for, but God… sexy as all hell.”
Elijah laughed aloud and took a sip of his Coke, leaning back on two legs of his chair. “I know what you mean. Couldn’t really imagine myself with a forty-something year old reclusive artist before now, but whadya know?”
“Eh, Viggo’s not that reclusive,” Dom pointed out. “He’s a crazy bugger, but he likes company in his insanity, I think.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Speaking of which, did you note that today is April 1st? I’m on the lookout for whatever pranks he might have planned tonight…”
“Oh God, yeah. I’ve been trying to think of a way to get Billy, myself, but I’ve come up dry so far. He’s too perceptive to trick easily.”
“Good point. But hey, quit changing the subject! You, Dave, exclusive… is he good in bed, then?”
Dom blushed profusely as he tried to laugh it off, and Elijah grinned, leaning in closer. “Come on, Sblomie. You’ve gotta tell me…”
“Bugger off, mate! Not like you tell me anything about you and Vig’s sex life.”
“Hey, you never asked,” Elijah pointed out, though he was somewhat grateful for that fact. He wasn’t really sure that Dom would want to hear tales of bondage and begging for release, no matter how open-minded his friend was.
“Well suffice it to say, yes. I am quite satisfied. But we haven’t exactly… well, we haven’t done everything there is to do, yet.”
“Oh,” Elijah replied, suddenly remember the time they had all played “Never Have I Ever” and that Dom had never had anal sex. “Wait, Dom… is this your first time with a guy? Like, at all?”
Dom blushed around a mouthful of burger and nodded, looking quite embarrassed.
“Wow. Are you… I mean did you know, that you liked guys? Just haven’t tried it out yet?”
“I guess. I mean yeah, I did know. I definitely knew. But girls were easier, I guess. Of course then you and Vig came out, and I guess I was a teeny bit jealous of what you had, I mean I was curious…”
“Oh, you know, it’s starting to make sense now. I noticed you seemed a little upset when we told everyone. Billy thought you might be jealous of one of us, specifically, but I didn’t think that was it.”
“Nah, sorry to disappoint you Lighe, but short brunettes were never quite my type,” Dom admitted with a wink. Elijah threw a chip and grinned at him.
“Fair enough. But Dave, he had a boyfriend, right? So I’m assuming he’s…?”
“Yeah, he has. It’s okay, though. I don’t mind. But you hadn’t either, right? Before Viggo?”
“Nah. I didn’t even know I was bisexual, before Viggo. And yeah, he had done pretty much everything himself, but he was very patient. Actually… he kind of wouldn’t let me until he decided I was ready. Quite a bitch at first, but it was really good after all the wait.”
“Ah. Sounds like.”
“What about Dave? Is he anxious to ‘go all the way,’ or…?”
“First of all, Doodle, you sound like you’re twelve. Pretty soon you’re going to start with baseball analogies, aren’t you?” Dom grinned as he ducked another flying chip. “But in answer to your question, no; he’s patient. And I’m a quick learner on the whole fellatio thing…”
“Oh, Dommie!” Elijah groaned, covering his eyes as if he could escape the mental image that way. “Do you mind?”
“Yes.” Dom grinned widely, and Elijah just rolled his eyes.
“Asshole.”
“Cunt.”
“Bitch.”
“Wanker.”
“Cocksucker.”
“Pot calls the kettle black!”
“Blow me, Dommie.”
“You first.”
“Ass. Come on, let’s go get ready….”
When Elijah arrived at Pete’s house with Dom and Billy, the party was already in full swing. Sala and Lawrence were flipping burgers on the barbeque, while a sizeable portion of the guests mingled around the full coolers of beer strategically placed around the backyard. Pete and Fran’s kids were playing horseshoes with Ally Astin and some other kids in the front yard, and Orlando and Liv were engaged in a truly sad looking game of Frisbee not far away. Elijah grinned and said his hellos to everyone before following his fellow hobbits inside.
Dom predictably went flying into Dave’s arms when he spotted his boyfriend, who was chatting in a corner with Karl and Miranda, both of whom would resume shooting after break, and Harry Sinclair, who would be filming most of his scenes while principal cast was off. Elijah inclined his head in that direction with a smile, which was returned by Karl and Miranda. It had been a few months since Elijah had actually seen Karl, but time had served to help him forget the earlier incident, and neither he nor Viggo really held a grudge against the somewhat unfortunate actor. Still, Elijah kept walking, hoping to find his own boyfriend somewhere in the house.
Sure enough, Viggo and Sean Bean, who was back in New Zealand a month early for the Rivendell Council scenes, were standing in the den drinking Scotch that Sean had brought back and chatting with Hugo. Billy, seeing the whisky, surged forward with a huge hug for Sean and demands for a glass, but Elijah hung back in the doorway, smiling when he caught Viggo’s eye. His lover was wearing a somewhat uncharacteristic black button-down, open down to the centre of his chest, along with a pair of well-worn jeans. His hair was combed down straight, and he looked truly relaxed and happy for the first time in months.
When Viggo saw Elijah, he grinned and held out his arms, the younger man walking at a casual pace over to his lover and then tilting his chin up for a kiss when he reached him.
“Mmm. You taste like licorice,” Viggo whispered, and Elijah giggled.
“Dom had some in his glove compartment. I helped myself.”
“Ah, I knew it.”
Elijah grinned wider as Viggo squeezed him tight, and then pulled back to address the other two, shifting so that Viggo’s arm was around his shoulders and his own was around Viggo’s waist.
“Beanie, how are you doing? Flight okay?”
“Flight was horrible, Elijah, thanks for asking.”
Elijah’s eyes twinkled as he grinned and nodded towards Sean’s glass. “Yes, but you’ve got yourself some liquid courage, I see.”
“That I do, hobbit. And cheers to you and your new romance,” he suggested, raising his glass to the couple.
Elijah blushed and thanked him, then turned back to Viggo. “Hey, I forgot. Dom and I went shopping today; I’ve got something for you.”
“A present? Now? This isn’t some April Fool’s joke, is it?”
“No, actually. I was going to give it to you later, but it’ll match what you’re wearing perfectly,” Elijah explained, fishing the necklace from his back pocket. “I’m more frightened of what you’ve come up with for April Fool’s, personally.”
“Well then you’ll be disappointed,” Viggo admitted with a shrug. “I’ve been too busy planning something else to have time for pranks.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Really? What the hell could you be planning that would take precedent to pranks?”
“You’ll see tomorrow. But now it’s my turn for a surprise! What’d you get me, hobbit?”
Elijah grinned. “I have it here, just bend down a bit.”
“Resisting urge to make dirty joke… resisting urge to make dirty joke…” Elijah cuffed Billy hard upside the head, earning a loud “Oi!” when he nearly upset the precious Scotch, and then turned back to his task, tying the cowrie shell securely around Viggo’s neck.
“It’s lovely,” Viggo whispered in Elijah’s ear, pressing his own hand to his throat before pulling back a bit and giving Elijah a proper kiss. Elijah grinned and ignored the other three men’s good-natured whistling, happy to see the emotion in Viggo’s eyes when they pulled away.
“I just thought, you know, you might like a reminder,” Elijah explained. “Of us, our time here…”
“Hey, I’ve got my own reminder right here,” Viggo pointed out, squeezing Elijah’s waist. “But it’s perfect, thank you.”
“All right lovebirds, I think that’s about all I can handle for now. I’m going to go see if the burgers are ready…” Billy interjected, and Elijah gave him another thump on the shoulder as he passed.
“Oi! No love for your fellow hobbits, I see…”
Viggo laughed and turned to the other two in the room, still holding Elijah tight with one arm. “So what do you say, fellas? Want to check on those burgers?”
“Sounds brilliant. I could use some nice juicy meat,” Hugo replied, giving Elijah an overdramatic wink. The younger man just stared, and Sean burst out laughing.
“You’re horrible, mate! C’mon ‘Lij, he’s just teasing you.”
Elijah, still gawking, let Viggo lead him out the door behind Sean and out into the backyard where the majority of the guests were.
“Can I get you a beer, baby?” Viggo asked, nuzzling Elijah’s ear a bit as he spoke.
Elijah giggled. “Keep calling me ‘baby’ and you can get me anything you want. I like that.”
“Oh you do, do you?” Viggo gave Elijah a look, but received only another giggle in response, and so he went over to the cooler to retrieve the beers, giving Elijah a parting pinch on the arse.
“Ringbearer! You made it!”
Elijah grinned when he spotted Pete coming towards him from the grill where Sala and Lawrence had been given full reign with Christopher “supervising” over their shoulders.
“PJ, how are ya, mate?” He gave the director a hug and waved his hand around to indicate the yard. “Great party!”
“Thanks! Don’t know if it matches quite up to you young people’s standards, but I figure we all need a bit of relaxation this weekend, wouldn’t you say?”
“Definitely! When do you start shooting again?”
“Bright and early Monday… still have the Second Age battle to shoot, and we’ve got Hugo and Harry here of course… but I’ve got a few day’s holiday, actually.”
“Good thing! You’re working yourself to death, Pete. You and Fran both. How are the kids doing?”
“Fine, fine. You know, school and all, they’ve got plenty to keep them busy without worrying about their father’s crazy projects.”
Elijah laughed at that. “I doubt it. You know they’re wicked proud of you, and I’m sure pretty popular with their friends. ‘Rings’ is really starting to get talked about locally, yeah?”
“It is that. How have you been handling it? More sightings in town?”
“Nah, it’s not too bad yet. I occasionally get an autograph request, but usually it’s someone who saw ‘The Faculty’… or ‘Flipper,’ God forbid.” Pete laughed heartily. “Still, I can go out in public with Vig and not get recognised.”
“Yeah, better not hold your breath on that one. You’re either going to have to come out or hide out soon, unless you want the press to do the job for you...”
Elijah sighed. “I don’t know, PJ. I hate hiding, but with my career, I just don’t know…”
“Well, talk to Ian about it,” Pete suggested with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure he could give you good professional advice, you know.”
“I guess you’re right, yeah…”
“Hey, don’t be so frightened of the man! He’s not that scary…”
Elijah laughed at Pete’s intuition, but was relieved when Viggo turned up with two cans of beer. “Refreshments! Thanks,” Elijah said with a kiss to Viggo’s cheek as he took his can. “Well, we’ll leave you to it then.”
“All right guys. Enjoy the party!”
“We will, thanks Pete,” Viggo replied, again sliding his arm protectively around Elijah’s waist and cracking open his beer as he surveyed the yard, taking a long draw.
“You hungry?” Elijah asked as he opened his own beer and took a sip. “Looks like the first round of burgers are ready,” he pointed out, nodding to where Lawrence was starting to serve them up.
“Sure. I can’t remember the last time I had an actual grilled burger with all the fixins.”
“Fixins? Mama done raise you right?” Elijah joked, tugging Viggo over to stand in the little line that had formed by the grill.
“Shush up, boy, or I’ll spank your little white ass,” Viggo whispered into Elijah’s ear in a very affected sounding accent, cause Elijah to burst into giggles.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Liv asked, joining them in line with Orlando at her heels.
“Just Viggo being naughty,” Elijah replied with a wink, earning a stern look that both Liv and Orlando just laughed at. “Hey Orli, what the hell are you doing in the burger line, man?”
“Plain bun with tomato and lettuce. Does a body good.”
“Yeah, if you’re a bird,” Liv snorted, prompting Elijah to start giggling again.
“Oh, shut it. Hey, has anyone seen the other lovebirds?”
“Which?” Viggo asked, trying to figure out to whom Orlando was referring.
“Dom and Daisy. Where’ve they run off to?”
Elijah glanced around the yard, seeing no sign of them, and then grinned evilly. “Well I don’t know; they haven’t been seen for a while. But this would be the first Dom’s seen him in two weeks, so...” Elijah wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and Liv pretended to look scandalised.
“Jesus, who’s not shagging around here?” Orlando asked rhetorically, looking around the yard as if he were looking for a likely candidate.
“Um, let’s see… you?” Elijah earned a whack on the shoulder, with Viggo only giving Orlando a slightly disapproving look.
“Aw, don’t tease poor Orli. We’ll find you somebody, baby,” Liv suggested, prompting Elijah to roll his eyes. “What’s your fancy? Girls, boys?”
“I’m not particular,” Orlando replied with a shrug. “I’m not really looking, either.”
“What about Sarah in makeup?” Liv suggested, looking around the yard for possible candidates. “She’s kind of sweet.”
“Eh, talks too much.”
“For you?” Elijah asked, earning him another smack. “Hey! Quit abusing the hobbit!”
“Quit making fun of the elf, then!” Elijah rolled his eyes.
“What about Cathy?” Liv prodded.
“The assistant, Cathy? She’s got a boyfriend,” Orlando replied.
“Oh. I didn’t know. What about the cast? Karl? I think he likes boys,” Liv suggested. Elijah frowned slightly, and Viggo just snorted, but Orlando shook his head.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” Liv looked as if she had another suggestion on the tip of her tongue, but they had reached the table next to the grill and Fran was loading up plates for them with burgers and crisps and fresh cole slaw.
After they got their food, they found four empty lawn chairs in a circle made up of Craig, Marton, and Hugo. Good-natured “Elves only” jokes were made, but Viggo brushed them off with the justification that he was raised in Rivendell, anyway.
“Okay, fair enough. And what’s his excuse?” Craig asked with a smile, nodding towards Elijah.
“Eh, him? He’s my hobbit-concubine.” Everyone laughed at that, and Elijah just stuck his tongue out as he lowered himself into the chair next to Viggo with his plate in his lap.
“They didn’t have concubines in Middle Earth, love.”
“Hey, how do you know?” Marton asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Tolkien probably just left the sex part out of the books so that they’d be appropriate for children.”
“Appropriate for children my arse,” Orlando chimed in. “Have you noticed how much groping goes on between Frodo and Sam?”
“Hey! Frodo and Sam are not getting it on!” Elijah protested, earning a snicker from Hugo.
“No, no, he’s right, guys. See, Frodo’s actually getting it on with Boromir…” Liv ducked a flying tomato slice as Elijah grumbled.
“Love, can you get me another beer?”
“Baby, it took you about five minutes to drink that one.”
“Yes, but from the looks of this conversation I’m going to need it,” Elijah argued with a pout. Rolling his eyes, Viggo set his plate down in the grass and went off to retrieve more libations as Craig continued the theories.
“See, I’m thinking secretly, Haldir must be getting it on with Aragorn,” he stage-whispered, earning a glare from Elijah. “No, no, hear me out! I mean Aragorn was raised among Elves…”
“Yeah, in Rivendell. He’d be more likely to be getting it on with Elrond,” Elijah pointed out.
“I’ll have you know, child, Elrond is far beyond coupling with a mere mortal…” Hugo interjected.
“Hey, you never know, ‘Lij. I mean, I’m sure Haldir had to get out of Lorien on his travels…” Craig suggested with a wink.
“Pshh. He’s the Marchwarden! His whole job is to protect Lorien.”
“So naturally,” Marton continued, “Haldir really was shacking up with Celeborn…”
“Celeborn was married!” Craig objected when Marton winked lewdly.
“Tell it to the judge.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, happy when Viggo returned with refreshments. The rest of the evening continued similarly, with various blaspheming about Tolkien’s work, while Elijah went on drinking his beer and trying to stay out of the conversation. By ten o’ clock, the other hobbits were predictably up to mischief, and ended up calling Elijah over to play with them in a hobbits versus humans game of beer pong on the picnic table.
“Okay, you all know how to play. The four hobbits versus Viggo, Sean, Dave, and Miranda,” Dom announced. “All Elves and other species may act as referees, but Pete has final word. If your opponent sinks a ball, you must drink from that cup, and until the opposing team misses a shot, you continue to drink. Throwers rotate every shot, and a miss passes play to the opposing team. Any questions?”
“Yeah, do I have to play?” Sean Astin asked, and the rest of the hobbits groaned.
“Get in there, Seanie! Christine took the kids home, now it’s your chance to be a man!” Dom encouraged, showing by his slight unsteadiness that he had already had a few too many cans of beer.
Dom, unsurprisingly, was the hobbits’ weak point, and Miranda turned out to be one hell of an aim. Consequently, Elijah spent the evening getting drunker and drunker, until Viggo had the shot with one cup remaining.
“And the Men take it!” Pete announced when the ping-pong ball landed with a splash, met with cheers all around.
“Whoa there, Ringbearer. I think you’ve had enough,” Viggo warned, crossing to the other side of the table when Elijah attempted, unsteadily, to lift the final cup. “I’m taking this one home, guys. Great party, Pete, thanks.”
“Wait… but…. I’m supposed to drink the last one…” Elijah mumbled, leaning on Viggo as he tried to manoeuvre him away from the table.
“No, baby. That’s plenty for you.”
“Can I get a kiss instead?”
“You can go to bed,” Viggo countered. “Way too drunk for kisses, darling. I’m going to take you back to your house so you can get some sleep.”
“But I like kisses.”
“Yes you do. And you can’t always get what you want.” Elijah grumbled, but allowed himself to be steered in Viggo’s arms towards the car, as a soft bed was sounding quite nice at the moment.
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