warning! for you who doesn't like men-men love scene, then bugger off! but if you like it ... carry on!
okay, my first fic was called Oscar Night, and it got two parts of it, and this is the first part. so, i hope you enjoy them. happy reading!
Title: Oscar Night
Rating: NC17...errr... I think it's gonna be NC - 17. loads of coarse languages...
Pairing: Well, the obvious one was Orlando-Viggo, but there's also a very bit of Dominic – Orlando, Elijah – Dominic... well... I'll let you decide!
Summary: What really happened on Oscar night...
Disclaimer: Didn't you ever wondered... why Orlando and Viggo didn't show up on the Academy Awards? While the other Fellowship were there? (well, most of!).
The following is the *cough*hopeful*cough* truth behind that question...
February 28th 2004
Orlando sat in his hotel room, looking at the Oscar invitation in his hand. Oscar... Academy Awards… whatever they called it. He used to be fond of that night, watching it on the telly, seeing all those glamour Hollywood stars. But it was only until two years ago, when the first instalment of the movie that made him a star, Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring, got nominated and he was invited to come, he changed his mind on that prestigious night.
It was quite stupid, actually, why he hated the night. Orlando could still remember how the security guards won't let him in, just because 'The seats are full, Mr. Bloom. We're sorry.' Even when he showed them his invitation, they still won't let him thru. Bollocks! Why the bloody hell did they invite him in the first place?
And now, the evening where the final instalment, Return Of The King, got eleven nominations, why did he bother to come? Well, let's say it's for the old time's sake. This is an ace moment for Peter Jackson, if he won. No, when he wins. He should. The movie was a blast! Orlando wasn't exaggerating if he says that the third instalment was the best of the movie trilogy.
The other reason why he bothered to come was, so he could meet his friends, the Fellowship family. They could distract his mind from his problems. From Kate. Yeah, they just broke up - Orlando and Kate - last week. Orlando knew that he should never trust long-distance relationship… it's just too painful. Well, maybe if he didn't have a fellow rising-movie star for a lover, he'd might enjoying romantic moments with his beloved one.
'Mr. Bloom?'
Orlando lifted up his face when he heard a knock on his hotel room's door and someone with an American accent called him, 'Yeah?' he replied.
'The limo's here,' the American man said.
'Oh. Thanks very much,' well, seems like he have to attend it after all. Orlando slipped the invitation inside his tuxedo and he take a last look of his appearance on the mirror before went out from the hotel room.
Oscar night!
God, if it's not because of Peter (and Beanie), I wouldn't be there!, Viggo thought as he drove his car to the Kodak Theatre. No, if it's not because of his mates from the movie that is. God, how he felt bad to his parents and Henry. He'd promised them to watch it on their friend's house (Like they always do every year), but then Beanie suddenly called on the last minute (as always) and saying 'Come on, Viggo! This is our big night! Who knows what Hollywood might do to us next year!', and that, my precious, was deep.
Viggo parked his car and then walking to the entrance… thru the back door. He didn't fancy facing all the reporters outside. Still, he got caught by a security guard anyway, but when he showed the invitation they let him enter the theatre (Viggo chuckled at the memory of Orlando who couldn't get in the theatre simply because 'The seats are full, Mr. Bloom. We're sorry,' even tough the English boy had showed his invitation! Poor lad!)
When he walked in the giant monitor showed the movie, Return Of The King, and... what the hell? Billy Crystal as Aragorn? As Legolas?! What the...?! It took Viggo a while until he realised someone bumping him in the dark. 'Oh sorry.' Said the person who had disappeared on the next second. Viggo recognised that voice. That shaky voice. The soft voice with sensual English accent.
It's Orlando.
He decided to follow the British boy, whom later he found sitting on the floor in men's room. Smoking. Viggo remembered Orlando himself claims in an interview that he never smoked, unless he's very nervous, 'Hello, Orlando,' Viggo greeted him.
The young boy snapped his head up to his direction, 'Viggo?' Orlando rose to his feet and laughed. 'Oh my God, Vig! You made it! Bloody hell! How're you, mate?' he asked as he took one last inhale of his cigar and put it off on the sink.
'Oh, I'm alright, Orlando. Thanks,' Viggo answered and smile to the slender man in front of him. 'Say... was it you who bumped me in the alley?' he asked, and have the straight answer when he sees Orlando's olive-skin face turned scarlet. 'I see. So... can't bear to see your beautiful face replaced, eh?' Viggo smiled.
Orlando turned away and leans his back on the porcelain wall, 'Not only that, Vig. I just... I just... I-I-I've been thinking if I should come here tonight, with all this bloody burdens in me, the only thing that made me come was all of you people. My friends. My family from the movie. And then that Billy Crystal... okay, Vig, I saw you smiling. I know what you're thinking, Vig! Cunt! Why the bloody hell did I tell you this?' Viggo noted the anger in Orlando's voice and a line of spark falling down his cheek. Yes, the boy just had a tough time. And he's furious.
'C'mon, let's go somewhere else,' Viggo finally say.
So Viggo took Orlando to his car. He smiled as the younger man sit next to him at front. He started the engine and heard the car purred. Both men put the seatbelt on, Viggo saw Orlando sigh and got that pout on his face, the younger man noticed that he was being watched, 'What?' he asked.
'Sissy elf,' Vig mumbled as he drove the car out from the parking lot.
'What?!' Orlando widened his brown eyes. 'Ah... you human scum!' he giggled.
The Danish man laughed, 'Well, at least I didn't cry when I see my face turned to Billy Crystal!' check mate for Orlando. He couldn't reply to that. So he just pouted (again) and looks straight to the road. Viggo grinned to his victory over the Elf, and to the sight of pouting and quiet Orlando, which was quite rare, since the boy was famous for his over-limit energy.
The two men weren't talking to each other for the first ten minutes. Just some classic rock songs on the radio that can be heard inside Viggo's car. Later, Orlando, who were staring absent-mindedly to the road, started to wonder, 'So where are we going, Vig?' he asked and turns his face to the older man.
Viggo who was driving quietly next to him leered to Orlando and grinning mercilessly, 'Like I wanna tell you,' he said.
'Vig...' Orlando called the older man, in sort-of menacing tone. He really didn't feel like playing nasty "Viggo's Guessing Game" after what happened in Kodak Theatre. 'Viggo...' he repeated the call. No reply. 'Viggo Mortensen,' nothing happened. Instead, Viggo was humming a song that Orlando had no clue whatsoever about it. 'Fine! Be a bloody arsehole!' Orlando threw his back to the seat again and looking out the window... again. What he didn't realise was Viggo eyed every move of him.
The trip seemed ages for Orlando, but like he care. As long as he didn't have to see Billy Crystal's face again, he doesn't give a damn. Finally, the car slowed down and he took better look around. They're somewhere... with heaps of trees. Wow!, he's amazed. He never knew that there's still this loads of trees in America. The car came to a halt and the lights are out. Well, the big lights, yeah. 'What're you doing?' he asked Viggo who turned his body around and searching for something on his backseat. 'Why are you stopping?'
'This is our destination, Elf-boy.' (Finally came a reply)
'Huh?!'
'Here,' Viggo threw something to Orlando's lap. 'Said you didn't fancy Billy Crystal to take your shape,' he grinned and leaning forward to the steering wheel.
Orlando looked to the bundle Viggo threw to him. He lifted it to have better light to see…then he laughed. 'Vigz, this is Legolas's costume,' he said, 'and the ears and the wig!' he laughed and turned his face to Viggo who was smiling. Suddenly he felt butterflies in his stomach and feel and electric shock in his chest as he saw Viggo's smile. Somehow he thanked that Viggo turned the big lights off. He wouldn't fancy Viggo seeing his face flushed with colours.
'Right. So, be the Elf. You are always him for me anyway.' Viggo leaned forward to Orlando who was still amazed. Orlando felt his throat went dry. He felt that his chest could explode at anytime, his face was burned madly. All these because of Viggo? Viggo with his face just right before him? He could see Viggo's blue-green eyes, glinting in the dark, like some form of wild animal's, when they got their prey cornered. And those lips... Viggo's lips. Orlando bit his lip at the sight of Viggo's smiling lips. He could feel like all fourteen litres of blood in his body were flowing to his lips. Orlando opened his mouth slowly.
Should he...?
Or shouldn't he...?
Orlando opened his mouth and moving closer to Viggo who was still looking for whatever he was looking on the backseat. Viggo felt something warm on his side face, he turned around and sees the most beautiful sight he's ever seen... since he knew the young before him. He saw Orlando's face about four inches from his, with his eyes shut. He could see the dark lashes clearly contrasting the fair olive skin, and Orlando's slightly opened and reddened lips. Viggo swallowed his saliva at the sight, and started foolishly, 'Uh... Orlando,' he called the younger lad, making him stopped abruptly and eyes snapped open as wide as they could, 'what're you doing?' Viggo asked, feeling like a complete eejit.
'Eh... er... nothing,' Orlando replied as his face added more colour. 'So, what're you looking for now, Filthy Human?' he changed the topic quickly, hoping the King of Gondor won't realise it. He felt like a friggin' school kid for acting like that! He didn't even remember when he shut his eyes and moving closer to Viggo, about to kiss him! Christ, hope Viggo didn't freaked out and leaving him here all by himself!
'Ah... my Aragorn's costume,' Viggo said merrily as he took something from the backseat and showed it to Orlando. The Ranger costume. Orlando laughed when he saw the suit in Viggo's hand. 'Look, we've been doing a foolish thing by coming to that place, so why don't we finished this entire stupid thing and be a complete idiot for tonight? Well, since you seemed to love that sissy Elf so much, why don't you wear that gay costume and play around here as Legolas? Look, trees! He's a tree Elf, isn't he?'
Orlando squinted to Viggo, 'Why do you need to be the Strider anyway?' he asked.
'So you can feel Legolas more, Little One,' he said. Orlando laughed a short "Ha!" and started to undo his tie. Viggo held his breath before chuckling (after few moments having trouble to do so), 'Right, so you fancied both of us stripped here at the front seat of my car and acting like two horny school kids in a parking lot?' the Ranger asked, making the Elf who was about to undo his shirt's buttons froze. 'Not that I object, Elf-boy, and I don't want to ruin your nasty fantasy, but it's so obvious there's a public toilet there,' Viggo pointed to the public toilet about twenty metres from where they parked. 'But if you think the idea of two of us stripped bare here is more exciting, that's OK. Have it your way, then,' he added as he starts to take the tuxedo off.
Orlando paused.
Viggo looked to Orlando... frozen Orlando, square in his eyes. Somehow he's enjoying the young Brit to look so panicky. He adored the panicking eyes of him. Don't know why but the eyes of the man before him are beautiful in every way. He liked it since the start of filming, with the others back then, to tease the young lad and see him went panic. He's such a funny boy! Funny Elf. Viggo was done wit the tuxedo, now he's undoing the shirt's buttons.
He wasn't really paying attention to the young fellow before him. Not until he felt something… or someone weighing his lap. Viggo lifted up his face and he found Orlando's face, beaming at him, with a wicked smile on his lips, 'You filthy human,' he heard Orlando purred with the sexy English accent and on the next second he felt the boy's tender lips on his. He felt fingers crawling on his hair and another finger run thru his cheek to his lips. 'So you wanna get dirty, yes?' the younger man's lips moving seductively on his own as he talked. Viggo chuckled as the answer and placed his hands on Orlando's waistband, preparing to...
'Vig!'
'Huh? What?'
'I said I'll be back in five, I'm going there,' Viggo found Orlando had standing next to his car with the door opened wide. He had to blink once... twice. To make sure to himself that he was daydreaming. Orlando didn't jump to his lap, he didn't kiss the boy and he didn't have the boy's slender body in his arms. 'What were you thinking anyway? Called you loads bloody times, but you just froze there,' Orlando closed the door and leaning on the open window, 'you didn't thinking of something filthy about me, did you?' the boy asked again and gives Viggo his most seductive smile.
'Oh yes, I did, Orlando,' Viggo replied softly, 'I just thought about us making love on the backseat,' Viggo said to him in mock swooning voice. Orlando just laughed and starts to walk to the loo. After he walked about five metres from the car, Viggo smirked 'I was telling the truth, Elf-boy,' he said to himself.
It took Orlando about ten minutes to get into full Legolas's costume (seems he had gained some friggin' weight since the last time he wore the tights!). And he realised that he needs Viggo's help for sticking the bloody blond wig to his head. So he collected all his formal clothing and walks back to the car. There, he found Viggo, in his Aragorn's costume andwig, sat on his car and smoking a cigarette. He smiled as he sees Viggo laid his back down on the car. Orlando walked closer to the car and called, 'Couldn't give us a hand there, yeah?'
Viggo, without bothering to get up, turned his face to Orlando who had standing next to the car 'Thought you Elves can do anything,' he blew smokes to the British boy.
'Yeah, the real Elves didn't have to glue their hair to their heads,' the Elf-boy threw the clothes in his hand to Viggo's face. 'Help me, will ya?' he handed the blond wig to Viggo, who then chuckled as he threw Orlando's clothes into the car. 'Besides you were the one who made me wearing these,' the young one added. Somehow he reminded Viggo to one of his nieces when he had an argument with her. Hell, this boy looks androgynously good-looking!, he thought.
The King of Gondor jumped from the car and take Legolas's hair from Orlando's hand. 'Right,' he mumbled and sips the cigar to his lips as he stands in front of Orlando, 'I never good on putting make-ups, especially putting a wig on someone's head, so... hopefully this will turn out right, 'kay?' Viggo put the wig on Orlando's shoulder and he rubbed the younger man's curly dark hair backwards. 'Em... er... got something to hold your hair backwards?' he asked and holding Orlando's hair on the back of his head with two hands.
'Oh... em... no... just put it on. We're not shooting a scene, right?' Orlando said, hoping his voice didn't sound so shaky. Is it some dance music from nearest club (where?) or is it his heart that made that thumping sounds? He couldn't tell. All he knows, the sight of Viggo rugged face just five centimetres from him was enough to give him a blush on the cheeks.
Viggo tried as hard as he could not to shake his hands while putting the blond wig to the boy's head in front of him. Moreover, he forced the wild urge in him to throw the fucking sissy blond wig and crushed his lips to the other man's. Soon after counting from one to ten, in five languages he knew (English, Spanish, French, Danish, and Elvish), inside his head, the dark haired English boy, Orlando Bloom, had transformed to a blond haired Elf, Legolas Greenleaf. Viggo grinned to himself, satisfied, for transforming Orlando to Legolas and for fighting the temptation to kiss the boy like some horny wanker. 'Go and play, Legolas,' he said in that sort-of accent that Aragorn would use on his Elven friend. Orlando grinned and says "thanks" before he walks gracefully to the park. Viggo slapped the flat side of his Andúril on Orlando's arse.
'Ouch! You pervert cunt!' the younger man snapped before he carried on walking. Viggo followed Orlando after he finished his cigarette. They found that there was a huge lake in the middle of the park, and there were also canoes for rent. Orlando face beamed as he saw the canoes 'Whoa! Can we ride one? A race perhaps, Viggo?' the lad virtually bounced to the bridge, which also used as the canoe's harbour.
Aragorn shook his head as he followed the bouncing blond lad to the bridge, 'You should act more graceful, Little Elf,' he placed a hand on Orlando's shoulder, in order to stop him bouncing, but then he took the Elf in his arm. They found a canoe that looks big enough (and safe enough) for the both of them, but... 'There's no oar. How can we row it?'
'Aaaah... such a lovely night,' Orlando threw his head back and looks up to the star-carpeted sky before he lay down on the base of the canoe. He hummed a song by Matchbox 20, as Viggo rows the canoe... with the Andúril. 'Grateful you brought that sword of yours, Vig,' Orlando smiled cheekily. Aragorn just smirked as the reply. Moments later, Viggo let the canoe halt in the middle of the lake. While Orlando still lying down on the base, and he lit another cigarette. 'Hey, Vig...' Orlando called.
'Hmmm...?'
'Er... thanks. Thanks for taking me here,' he said, 'I never really had a great time at the Oscar, y'know? First, when they didn't let me in two years back, now don't... oh, you're laughing now, yeah? Bet you love that bloody incident!' Orlando pouted and Viggo replying with a silent nod between his giggles. 'Shut up, you! Filthy Human. Anyway, then that cunt who presenting the show tonight,' now it's his turn to chuckled... cynically, 'I'm really glad that you took me outta there, y'know?' Orlando got up and put all of his weight on his elbows. 'You're a great chum,' he smiled.
Aragorn smiled to Legolas as he moved himself closer to the Elf, 'You're welcome, Orlando,' he said and lay down next to him.
'Oi! You take my space!'
Viggo acted as if lying next to Orlando was nothing. Well, it is nothing, innit? Or... it supposed to be nothing. He did this quite often when they're on the set at three in the morning, the casts used to sleep next to each other. He even got few nights sharing a couch with Liv or Miranda. Moreover, there was even one night when Orlando and he sleep in one bed half naked! But why is it different this time? What made it different? Did the Hobbits tell him the real thing? That there are sparks between Orlando and him? Dominic and Elijah told him once, though, that Orlando was really concerned when Viggo broke two toenails when he kicked that blasted Orc-helmet, they also told Viggo that Orlando was really meant to catch Aragorn, instead of Frodo, in the Mine of Moria scene. Because Orlando was afraid the fake rocks could hurt Viggo. Somehow. But... then again, it was Dominic and Elijah, put Billy in – and Orlando himself! – then you'll be worse than that MTV show, Punk'd.
Viggo leered to the young lad next to him, who was looking at stars with that boyish grin on his face. Then he felt it. The palms behind his head were getting sweaty, his heart pounds faster. Thrice faster. He felt his cheeks burn. God, it's been ages since he felt like this! The last time, probably, when Henry was born.
Orlando tried as hard as he could not to look to Viggo. Damn those bloody Hobbits!, he thought. If they didn't keep teasing us, I wouldn't feel like this! Orlando rolled his memory on one of the day after shooting for Council of Elrond, the scene when Legolas was defending Aragorn from Boromir. Between takes, Dominic came to him and say, 'You should see the way Viggo staring at you, Orli,' - ('Orlando.') - 'Whatever. God, I thought he'd jumped at you and wank you there!' or when Billy told him (with his strong and enchantingScottish accent), after Aragorn's coronation scene, 'Eet's te baed Aerwen sheween' oop, yeh? Whe knoos whit Aeregorn meight doo ta Legeolas?' But, come to think of it, Dominic and Billy? Insert Elijah and you'll be in the hardcore version of Candid Camera!
Orlando took a slight look to Viggo, in Aragorn's costume that Orlando really adores, next to him. Well, yeah, he looked hot in that. Liv was right. Miranda was right. Viggo made rugged man looked lovable in that suit. He really suits the character. Damn, he IS Aragorn.
'Orlando, why is it wet?'
'Huh?'
Orlando and Viggo exchanged look before they jumped upward straight. 'Cunt, Vig! The canoe's bloody sinking!'
'Eek! My hair!' Orlando laughed as he gets a hold of the canoe in front of him. Yes, the canoe's sinking and we've got the King Elessar and the Prince of Mirkwood Realm having their time in the water here.
'Oh, shut up, sissy Elf!' Viggo mumbled as he tried to turn the canoe to the right side upwards, so he can put the Andúril in it. 'Aw, fuck! The costumes gonna kill me for making these suits wet!' he moaned before taking Aragorn's cape off, so he could move more freely in the water. Viggo looked to Orlando who got half top of his head above the surface and swimming back and forth around the canoe. It's a cute sight, actually... yet odd, to think an Elven Prince would do such thing.
'Aaawww… c'mon Vig! This is fun!' Orlando sprinkled some water to Viggo's head. 'Besides, how long haven't you wash that hair of yours?' he grinned. Next moment he knew, Orlando felt that the Elven cloak he wore was pulled on the neck. He yelped before cursing, 'Ouch! Vig! You arsehole!' Orlando pushed the canoe to Viggo's direction.
BOOMPH!
The canoe hit Viggo right on his cleft chin, 'Oh, Jesus! Vig!' Orlando shouted in panic as he saw Viggo started to sink. 'Viggo! Oi! Don't leave me here, will ya?' he threw his cloak into the canoe and start to dive, looking for Viggo. Orlando wasn't really bright in swimming, but at least he knows the basic of swimming, and that's what kept him survive in search of Viggo. He looked around, swam to the right, swam to the left, but he found no sign of his friend. None. Nothing. Negative. Where could Viggo be? He dove only seconds apart from his sank. No way he could sink that fast... unless... there's something pulling him. Orlando felt a sudden goose bumps, he felt scared. No... this is no Scotland, and this is just one bloody park. No way, no...
But as soon as he finished the thought, he felt SOMETHING pulling his leg into the deep of the lake! He screamed – which of course, didn't get him anywhere (only made some bubbles to the water) – as he kicked and swim upwards. When he was on the surface, he grabbed the canoe and turned around waiting for whatever that had pulled him (and Viggo?) to show up.
He waited for a minute, or two, until he saw something coming up to the surface. It wasn't that big, and then... the eyes... those eyes... he knows those eyes! He'll notice those eyes more than any eyes in the world! Viggo's eyes! And they were glinting naughtily to Orlando! He heard Viggo had a soft giggle. Orlando felt his face blushed as he saw Viggo's face coming out from the water, 'Vig-Vig-Vig… Viggo Mortensen, you cunt!' Viggo laughed harder, 'Oh... you... you're a fucking git, Viggo!' he shouted, but Viggo's laughter had swallowed his shouts, 'I can't believe you'd do that! Jesus Christ! Peter sure made a mistake by making a bloody moron like you as King of Gondor!' Orlando kept on swearing all curses he knows, while Viggo drag the canoe to the land.
Took quite a while until Viggo get a grip on himself and told Orlando to 'Wait here.' as he walked back to his car. The younger man sat on the grass and took his blond wig and Elven ears off. Blasted that Viggo!, he thought. He also took the war-protectors of Legolas off his suit and the boots as well. Leaving him in that silvery shirt and black tights. 'Here you go, pretty boy,' he heard Viggo's voice and he felt something warm on top of his head. A towel... a huge, large, fluffy towel. ('Whoa, thanks, Vig!') Orlando dried his dark hair with it. When he looked to Viggo's direction, he saw him pouring something to a cup and hand it to him. 'Here you go.' Orlando received the cup and drink whatever in it that got this relaxing and sweet aroma. Tea... vanilla and camomile tea! Oh wow, I really am with a Ranger!, he thought. 'The lake's damn cold, innit?' Viggo asked as he undoing his costume off, later he got only the black shirt Aragorn used to wear underneath and the pants. The two men sat there with a cup of vanilla-camomile tea in each of their hands and talking about basically anything and everything. For a couple of hours, the matters of Oscar nominations for their movie were forgotten. Until there's a digital sound ringing. 'What's that?' Viggo asked.
'Well, people in the twenty-first century call it a mobile-phone, my dear Viggo.' Orlando grinned as Viggo drank his tea, 'But I didn't bring mine. And I doubted you'd had one after that one you threw outta window, cuz your bank kept on calling you. So... who's?' he turned around, looking for the source of sound. Then he found it between the formal clothes that Viggo brought along. 'Who's mobile you brought here?' he asked the older man, who only replied with a shrug. Orlando looked to the screen, it said 'Billster' (What the…?). 'Hello, Orlando's here.'
'Orli!'
Orlando: Orlando, Sblomie!
Dominic: Whatever! Orli! We won! It's a clean sweep, Orli! It's a clean sweep! We've got all eleven awards, including Best Picture! Clean sweep, baby! Where are you? Did I saw Viggo coming? Are you with Viggo?
Orlando: Eh… we're just having a fresh air. You know that Viggo and I hardly stand such formality. Huh? We won! Wicked! Vig! We won, Vig! It's a clean sweep! We've got eleven awards tonight! Including Best Picture! We won! By the way, Dommie, who's mobile, is this?
Dominic: It's mine. I asked you to hold on to it, remember?
Orlando: No.
Dominic: Whatever! So where are you and Viggo now?
Orlando: Err... just take a drive around. Anyway, so the amulet works, eh?
Dominic: Yeah! Big time, mate!
Orlando: Lovely! So Sean's wearing the one I gave him?
Dominic: Yeah, yeah... great job, mate! But I thought you gonna give it to Viggo?
Orlando: Well he didn't give his to mine. So why should I?
Dominic: Aaarrggg... Orli, you such an eejit! Can't you see... what? What? Lijah, what?! Cunt!I can't hear you, Lij! Oh! Oh, okay! Look, Orli, I gotta go! Lijah said we're gonna have a party! You and Viggo better be there! I'll text you the address, yeah?
Orlando: *Shiver at the sound of Dommie will send a text to this mobile* Errr... alright, we'll catch up! What d'ya wanna say before?
Dominic: I'll tell ya at the party! Make sure you and Viggo come, okay?
Orlando: Okay! I'll drag the old man!
Dominic: Lovely! See ya later then, Orli!
Orlando: It's Orlando, you bloody cunt!
Dominic: Whatever, lovebird!
*CLICK!*
Orlando laughed and turns the mobile-phone in his hand off, before turning his face to Viggo 'We won, Vig...' and he stopped abruptly when he saw Viggo's look, 'Vig? Wha... what is it?'
'You gave your amulet to Sean?' he asked.
'Er... yeah. Why?'
'I thought you're gonna give it to me?' Viggo's voice sounded like it's coming out from his throat. 'We'd had a deal, remember?'
Orlando's jaw fell, before his mouth moving like dehydrated fish and after some attempts, he started to speak 'I-I-I-I-I thought you were kidding! Oh my God, Vig! I... I didn't mean... Vig, oh Jaysus! Are you really gonna give your amulet to me?' Orlando asked. Then Viggo replied with taking one necklace that was hidden beneath Aragorn's black shirt and put it on Orlando's lap. Orlando's eyes were widened at the sight of the necklace with long and thin emerald green stone on his lap. 'Oh my God, Viggo... I'm really sorry...'
Viggo smiled and get up, 'Nah, fuggedaboudit. C'mon. They're waiting for us, yes?'
'No, Vig! I'm not going until you forgive me seriously!' Orlando leapt up to his feet, standing face-to-face with Viggo, 'I don't want to forget it just like that. You're not worth it, Vig. Please... I-I-I'd promised you something, and I bloody blew it up,' Orlando held Viggo's hands, 'please, Vig... what can I do to make it up to you?' Viggo blanked at the sight of pleading Elf before him.
'Viggo!' Orlando whined as he saw Viggo starts walking to the car's direction with their stuffs... well, his stuffs.
'Orlando!' Viggo replied in the exactly same whining voice. Orlando rushed to chase the older man who was throwing everything to the backseat, except the hot water bottle. He put it in the boot of the car. Viggo turned around as he hears the Brit boy panting behind him. 'Okay. What do you want me to do? I'd forgive you. Really, Orlando. You're human, it's so human to forget, seriously. That's okay,' Viggo placed both of his hands on Orlando's shoulders. 'Now come one, hop in,' he said.
Orlando grabbed Viggo's hands again, 'Say "Elf-boy" and look into my eyes,' he said, making Viggo stopped.
The Danish man looked puzzled, but he then stands five centimetres apart from Orlando and looked at him squarely, 'Elf-boy,' he said without opening his lips. 'Like that?'
'No,' Viggo moaned at Orlando's reply, 'somehow I'm not convinced you'd forgive me, Vig!'
'What do you want me to do, Orlando? Bloody kiss you?' Viggo asked cynically.
'That will do if it could show that you forgive me,' Orlando replied, making Viggo's jaw fell down. 'Vig, I'm serious, Vig!'
'Okay,' Viggo raised his hands, 'okay, if it makes you happy, Elf-boy... okay,' Viggo said as he moved closer to the younger man. He cupped the boy's face with his hands and he pulls him closer for a smooch. Viggo only meant for a quick one, but somehow… he couldn't. He felt Orlando's tender lips on his, and it was... wasn't... was... wasn't... was a surprise to learn that the boy had lips that are so soft and smooth. Like a virgin... a heavenly virgin. Viggo could linger in this kiss forever. No, he wanted to linger forever. He felt Orlando's hands had crept to his waist as he opened his mouth, to deepen the kiss.
But that's where he stopped.
Viggo stopped the kiss. He didn't know why. For breathing sake? But as he feels like a complete idiot, he asked, 'Emm... that should be enough, yeah?' and Orlando, with his flushing face and slightly swollen lips, nod. 'C'mon then. They're waiting for us,' Viggo walked to the driver's side of the car.
They drove for, like, half an hour to get to the mentioned club, in silent, just as when they drive o the park before. Orlando sat, deep in thoughts. He never expected Viggo would really kiss him like that. That was a figure of speech that he gave. Was it? Or did he really want Viggo to plant a kiss on his lips? More than that, he never expected Viggo's kiss would be so... toxic! It was a bloody toxicity! And he liked it! Orlando Bloom likes the way Viggo Mortensen kissed him! Wild! It was a killer ride! It's like riding a jet coaster then the rails broke. Jesus Christ! Orlando could feel his chest hurts, like it's gonna explode on the thought of kissing Viggo. But… he thought he was straight? Let alone him, was Viggo supposed to be straight as well?
