FIC: Old Friends, New Lovers (VM/OB, NC-17)

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Title: Old Friends, New Lovers
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Archive: more_than_mates orlandoslash fellow_shippers viggorli vigorleancult
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Summary: PWP!
Beta: Special thanks and hugs to moldava for her beta.
Feedback: Come on, people, don't make me beg...
Notes: For the lovely jennandanica because I've been promising this to her forever....




Viggo couldn't believe it.

Henry and his friend and wanted to see Pirates of the Caribbean before Henry went back to his mother's house for the weekend and Viggo had agreed. He liked keeping up with his friends' work and it had looked like a cute movie with some decent special effects.

However, he had not been prepared top see Orlando looking like that. In place of the gangly youngster he had known during Lord of the Rings, there was now a gorgeous you man.

His thin frame was now covered in well-defined muscles and his silly haircut had been replaced by a mop of silky curls. And that searing kiss at the end of the movie kept playing over and over again in his mind as he looked for Orlando's phone number and wondered what had happened to his prissy elf.

"'Lo," Orlando's voice came through after a couple rings.

"Hi Orlando. It's Viggo," he replied.

"Hey man, it's good to hear from you. How are things going?" Orlando asked.

"Great," Viggo replied. "And you?"

"Busy," Orlando answered. "Busy but good. Filming for Troy, promoting for Pirates of the Caribbean. Always something to do."

"I'm surprised I even got a hold of you," Viggo joked.

"I had a few days off so I decided to come back to town, get some stuff taken care of..." Orlando trailed off.

"I'm sure you've got tons to do. I won't keep you much longer. I just wanted to let you know I saw Pirates of the Caribbean today," Viggo paused for a moment and swallowed. "I was impressed."

"Really?" Orlando asked and Viggo could almost hear him raising an eyebrow, emphasizing the gleam in his eye.

"Yeah," Viggo said. "I mean, for a movie based on..."

"...a Disneyland ride," Orlando finished with him. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Hey, um, I was supposed to be having dinner with a friend tonight, but she had to cancel. Would you be interested in joining me?"

"Sure," Viggo said without pause. "What time?"

"Around seven," Orlando answered. "That work for you?"

"That's fine," Viggo replied. "Is there anything I can bring?"

"Nah," Orlando replied. "I've got everything under control."

"Ok," Viggo said. "See you soon."

"Ok. 'Bye," Orlando replied and hung up.

As Viggo replaced the phone he realized his hands were trembling. It struck him as odd that he should be so nervous over dinner with a friend.
***
Viggo's hands were still trembling when he arrived at Orlando's house a couple hours later and rang the doorbell. Orlando opened the door wearing a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a tight fitting shirt splashed with blue and green. He immediately pulled Viggo into a tight embrace and held him for several moments before pulling away and gesturing him into the house.

"Come in, come in, you filthy human," he said with a grin as he held the door open for Viggo.

Viggo stepped inside and looked around. "Nice place you've got here," he commented after a moment.

"Thanks," Orlando replied as he closed the door behind Viggo. "Dinner's ready in the kitchen," he said heading into a room on the right. "You are hungry, right?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Famished," Viggo said with a grin. "What are we having?"

"Nothing too fancy," Orlando said. "I haven't had time to learn to cook much. But so far I haven't managed to ruin lasagna and garlic bread. Hope that's ok."

"That's fine," Viggo said taking a seat at the table as Orlando poured a glass of wine for him before bringing the food to the table.

Over the next few hours Viggo and Orlando ate their way through a pan of lasagna and drank their way through two bottles of wine. They laughed about old times and caught up on recent events in each other's lives.

After Orlando yawned for the third time in five minutes, Viggo decided that it might be time to call it a night.

“You ok to drive home there, mate?” Orlando asked, noticing the way Viggo swayed slightly as he rose from his chair.

“Not really,” Viggo conceded. “Do you mind…?”

“Nah, not at all,” Orlando interrupted. “Feel free to crash here.”

“Thanks,” Viggo replied.

“There, um, might be a problem,” Orli said. “My guest room has kind of turned into storage over the last year. But I can offer you my couch. Or, um, you can crash in my bed if you want.”

Viggo had to swallow, his throat suddenly gone dry, before he was able to answer. “Well, it might just be easier if I stayed with you. I mean, that way you don’t have to go through all the trouble of getting out blankets and such,” he finished in a rush.

“Ok,” Orlando replied and Viggo wondered if it was the alcohol or his suggestion that caused a slight blush to fill Orlando’s face before Orlando turned to head for the stairs.

Viggo felt odd entering Orlando’s bedroom, unsure of what he should do. The silence was both noticeable and awkward, a stark contrast to the easy ebb and flow of the conversation that had filled the rest of the evening.

Orlando walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants. Holding them in his hand, he turned to Viggo. “Do you need anything…?” he asked.

“Uh, I usually just sleep in my boxers, if that’s all right with you,” Viggo answered, feeling more than a little flustered.

“Yeah, sure,” Orlando replied. “Um, the bathroom’s over there if you, um, need it.”

“Thanks,” Viggo said, heading in the indicated direction.

When he emerged back into the room, he found that Orlando was already in bed, bare shoulder peeking out from under the covers. Viggo hurriedly undressed and climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.

“’Night, filthy human,” he heard Orlando’s already sleepy voice call out to him in the dark.

“Good night, prissy elf,” Viggo responded with a grin before he drifted off to sleep.





Viggo awoke in the morning to the feel of something softly tickling his shoulder. He rolled over to find Orlando stretched out in the middle of the bed, his lips now just inches away from Viggo’s. Viggo lay there for several minutes, feeling Orlando’s breath ghosting over his face as his body slowly began to wake up.

After a while he realized that certain parts of his body were a little too awake for sharing a bed with his friend. He moved to roll back over and get out of bed and spend some time with a cold shower before Orlando woke up but before that could happen, the body next to him stirred a bit and he felt an arm drape across his chest. That was followed shortly by the tickle of Orlando’s curls against his cheek as Orlando nuzzled his face against Viggo’s neck.

“Orlando?” Viggo asked.

He got nothing in the way of an answer except a slightly stronger breath across his throat.

“Orlando,” Viggo tried, this time louder.

This time he felt nails run lightly over his chest as Orlando clenched his hand then released it. This was followed shortly by a groggy noise from Orlando before he suddenly sat up.

He looked over at Viggo with a look of sheer embarrassment on his face. “Oh man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. I must have been… I’m sorry.”

Viggo sat up and rubbed Orlando’s back soothingly. “It’s ok."

"I was dreaming," Orlando said shakily. "I thought it was you in my dream. I could smell you. Feel you. I'm sorry."

"You were dreaming about me?" Viggo asked.

Orlando blushed. "Yeah."

"What were you dreaming?" Viggo asked, more than a little curious.

Orlando only blushed more, but didn't answer.

"That kind of dream?" Viggo asked.

"Yeah," Orli managed to squeak out, before moving to climb out of the bed.

Viggo caught hold of his arm before he could leave. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I... I thought I'd let you get dressed so you could leave," Orlando choked out.

"Why?" Viggo asked. "Kicking me out kind of early, aren't you?"

"I just thought," Orli began. "I just thought you wouldn't want to stay anymore. You know..."

"Because you had that kind of dream about me?" Viggo asked.

Orlando looked nervous.

"Or is it more than that?" Viggo asked.

Orlando remained quiet for a minute. "More than that," he said softly. He finally turned his head to look at Viggo. Not seeing anything negative, he continued. "I kind of had a crush on you back in New Zealand. I guess I kind of still do. Oh man. I really didn't want to tell you this. I know you think I'm only a kid and all. I'm sorry."

"You're not just a kid. You're a, well, a very beautiful young man. Never really thought of you that way back then. But lately," Viggo paused to collect himself. "Lately, I've noticed how attractive you really are."

"Really?" Orlando asked, looking as though he didn't know if he should believe Viggo or not.

"Really," Viggo replied. "Now, what was this dream of yours about?"

Orlando paused for a minute, before a seductive smile crept across his face. "Do you want me to tell you about it?" he asked. "Or would you rather that I show you?"

Viggo's mouth went dry as he struggled to find the words. "Show me. Please."

Orlando placed a hand on the center of Viggo's chest and very gently pushed him back onto the pillows before leaning over him. Ever so slowly, he let his lips brush against Viggo's, but pulling away before Viggo could respond.

Viggo reached a hand up and wrapped it around the back of Orlando's neck, pulling him back down for a harder kiss. This time he felt Orlando's lips part as his tongue slipped inside Orlando's mouth. He felt Orlando moan and he knew that Orlando could feel him do the same as he ran his tongue lightly across the roof of Orlando's mouth before slowly caressing Orlando's tongue with his own.

"Hmmm..." Viggo purred when Orlando again pulled away. "You have some very nice dreams."

"Oh that was only the beginning," Orlando said, a sinful smile crossing his face.

"What happened after that?" Viggo asked, grinning in response.

"Should I continue to show you?" Orlando asked.

"Yes, please, continue as long as you want," Viggo sighed breathlessly.

"Well, in that case..." Orlando grinned and slid off of Viggo. Slowly he pulled his shirt off over his head. That was soon followed by Orlando slipping out of his sweatpants before turning to Viggo and sliding his boxers off.

Once they were both naked, Orlando straddled Viggo and resumed kissing him. After several minutes of exploring Viggo's mouth, Orlando moved down to taste his neck, then back up to nibble on his ear, drawing out a series of moans from the older man.

"I wish I had dreams like this," Viggo said breathlessly as Orlando paused to frame Viggo's face in his hands before kissing him as hard as he could.

"This is a dream come true," Orlando sighed.

Viggo reached a hand around to cup Orlando's head and kiss him before murmuring his agreement.

Orlando beamed hearing how much Viggo agreed with him. Slowly, he began to kiss his way down Viggo's body. He placed soft kisses across Viggo's collarbone, pausing to reach up and lick his Adam's apple. Slowly he made his way down Viggo's chest, stopping to suck on each of Viggo's nipples before stopping to lick a circle around Viggo's navel. Viggo's breath was coming in gasps as Orlando moved down to his hips and slowly left his mark on the right hip and then the left. Smiling against Viggo's stomach, Orlando let his tongue wander in swirls down the soft line of hair that led down to Viggo's groin.

Orlando paused to run his fingers through the coarse, dark hair before licking from the base of Viggo's erection to the head in a single movement. Viggo's hips bucked as Orlando took him into his mouth and began to softly suck around the head. He slowly began to take more of Viggo into his mouth, increasing the rhythm as Viggo began to moan.

"O... Orli," Viggo managed to breath out. "Too much more and I'm going... ah... I'm going to come."

At that, Orli let Viggo's erection slip out from between his lips. He paused for a moment to give a small lick to the head of Viggo's cock before he looked up at Viggo, his eyes gleaming. "I guess I should stop then."

"Why?" Viggo managed to groan out, reaching down to caress Orlando's dark curls before running a finger down his cheek.

"Because," Orlando answered with a grin, "that's not how my dream went."

"Then how did your dream go?" Viggo gasped as Orlando turned his head to capture Viggo's finger in his mouth, sucking gently on it.

"Let me show you," Orlando replied, moving back up Viggo's body to kiss him again before reaching over to open a drawer in the night stand next to the bed.

Returning to Viggo, Orlando kissed him again before opening the bottle of lube and warming the contents in his hand. Slowly he slipped a finger into Viggo, then a second. He curled his fingers and smiled as they brushed over Viggo's prostate, causing Viggo hips to buck as he cursed under his breath.

"You like that?" Orlando asked, bending down to kiss Viggo.

"Yes," Viggo managed to breath out as he reached up to card his fingers through Orlando's curls before letting them drop back down to the bed.

Orlando slowly eased a third finger into Viggo, moaning with Viggo at the feeling. "Are you ready?" he asked, still moving his fingers slowly inside of Viggo.

"Yes," Viggo groaned. "Please, just..."

Orlando slowly withdrew his fingers and donned a condom. He slowly added lube before positioning himself at Viggo's entrance. He looked down at Viggo, eyes seeking reassurance. Viggo reached out and grasped Orlando's hips, pulling Orlando forward, into him. For a moment they both froze as dual moans escaped their lips. Orlando slowly slid the rest of the way in, leaning down to kiss Viggo.

Slowly he began to push in and out of Viggo while letting his tongue explore Viggo's mouth. Viggo let his hands slide from Orlando's hips to grab his ass, pushing him farther in with each thrust.

"More," Viggo gasped. "Harder."

Orlando was happy to comply as he quickly sped up his thrusts, drawing more and more moans out of Viggo. Feeling himself nearing the end, Orlando reached down and began to stroke his erection. It was only a matter of moments before he felt Viggo's cock twitch in his hand as Viggo's semen splashed between their bodies. Orlando thrust once, twice more before he came too, face buried in Viggo's neck.

They lay their for a moment catching their breath, feeling each other's heartbeat return to normal. Finally Orlando pulled himself off of Viggo to dispose of the condom and grab a towel to clean them off.

Orlando sat down on the edge of the bed. "Do you want to get up, or stay in bed?"

Viggo grinned and reached out to grab Orlando around the waist. Pulling Orlando back against him, he gently kissed the side of Orlando's neck before whispering in Orlando's ear, "Staying in bed. With you. For as long as you like."

Orlando smiled, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “That could be a while.”

“Good,” said Viggo, snuggling up against Orlando and relaxing as sleep stole back over them.