here's the second part ...
March 1st 2005
Viggo parked the car not too far from the club's entrance door. Experiences had taught him, in hard way, that if you go to a night club with the Fellowship on weekends or day-offs, then you'll need your car as accessible as it could to drive one of the drunken Hobbits and Elf home in the end of the night (and of you're quite to be called lucky, you'll have one of them to wash your car, or even the backseat's sheet on the next day). When they were walking to the entrance, they could hear Elijah's high-pitched laughter from outside, 'Frodo's having loads of fun, yeah?' Viggo smiled to Orlando.
Somehow Orlando realised that he couldn't look at the older man in the eyes anymore. He never thought that he could have such thought about Viggo. What? So is it official now? That's he's totally fancy the Danish man? He is a gay? Orlando admitted he never felt like this on a man. No… he never felt like this on anyone before. Neither with a man or a woman. What is it in Viggo that could make Orlando fond of him?
Why Viggo?
Well, yes, Viggo's great to hang out with. Orlando and Viggo shared the same desire on photography, he lost count how many times they went out for photography hunting in New Zealand - or the camping nights – and Orlando admired Viggo's talent on drawing and poetry, Viggo knows how to use words, and how to play around with them. But Orlando also remembered the strange feeling in him every time Viggo kissing Liv for the movie. Or the envious feeling when he heard one of the blokes telling stories about Viggo that he didn't know.
Is he in love?
'Orlando,' he started as he heard Viggo calling his name. He even likes the sound of Viggo calling his first name in his soft and husky voice. Orlando lifted up his face and sees the older man standing before him about two metres away, 'What are you doing there? Come one!' he saw Viggo's stepping closer to him and grab his hand. Orlando's eyes automatically darted to Viggo's hand wrapping his. It felt warm. The Ranger started to drag him to the table where their mates from the movie were there. There's a weird feeling inside Orlando. He felt that he really couldn't get away from the Hobbits this time, yet he felt proud that he waltzed in hand-in-hand with Viggo. 'Peter! You made it! Congratulations!' Viggo let Orlando's hand go as he gives the Hobbit-like director a bear hug (relieved and disappointed).
Viggo involved in a talk with Peter after Orlando congratulated him. Orlando joined himself with the four Hobbits, who were chatting animatedly with Sir Ian McKellen. Ah... Sir Ian. Orlando found Ian was a father-figure he never had. Well, yes, he lost his father (who then he found out he wasn't his biological father) when he was very little. And it seemed all his longing for a father went to Sir Ian. He felt like he could talk heart-to-heart with Sir Ian without feeling stupid. But, for Viggo's case... he's not sure. Yet. As Orlando sat on a vacant chair, he found four identical grins and one father-ish smile against him, 'What?'
'Fency ta tell oos whit happened befour?' Billy asked, half shouted so Orlando can hear him over the thumping dance music from the loud-speakers. Billy moved forward to Orlando's direction and continued talking, 'Wun moomen ye weir beehin' Dom un ah, neks moomen ye weir meesin'. Un Veeggo didaen reech his seet. He wus meesin' us weill,' there comes the evil grin again. Sometimes Orlando just can't believe that Billy's age is reaching thirty-six, if he saw how well Billy hooked up with Dominic, the cheekiest of the Hobbits. Or when he saw Billy's behaviours and the face. He sure a kid at heart... and all!
At Billy's question, Orlando felt his face flushed, not intentionally. He hid it by turning his face around and grabs a bottle of Heineken at the table behind his chair, 'We're just having a fresh air, you lot. Don't be such a paranoid,' he said and take a sip of the liquor, 'Cheers.'
'Oh!' Elijah blew a smoke to the air as his huge blue eyes widened in such a devilish way of innocent, 'I thought you were upset. 'Cuz Billy Crystal replaced your beautiful Legolas face with his in that parody.'
Damnit!, Orlando thought.
The DJ played Jamiroquai's Love Foolosophy, (hoping this could distract the Hobbits) Orlando jumped to his feet and grab as many hands as he could, 'I love this song!' he announced, 'Come on, guys! You lot gotta dance with me! Are you coming, Ian?' he laughed as he drag Billy, Dom and Elijah to the dance floor, Sean Astin was involved in a talk with his wife. Ian smiled quietly and shakes his head. So Orlando left the Queen and starts to dance to the song.
When they're dancing, Orlando couldn't keep a blind eye to notice that Viggo was eyeing his every move closely. Every now and then, between the dances, he kept leering to Viggo's direction and found that the Danish man's eyes were set on him while he was talking with Beanie and David Wenham. Sometimes Orlando wondered what it is on him that made Viggo couldn't take his eyes off. If Viggo was gay, why did he choose him? Orlando? Come to think of it, apart from their share interest in art, Orlando and Viggo were an obvious contrast. He's full of energy, he's young. He acted before he thought. While Viggo... he matured (if he can't say "old"!), he's relaxed. He's really thinking about what he wanna do. And... Orlando didn't think he's quite the look Viggo would fancy. He always thought Viggo would fancy Elijah's look more, or Dominic. Elijah with his super boyish face and those big blue eyes. Anyone would fall to those eyes. Dominic with that good look, the naughty face... the bloke's hot! They're photogenic. Why him? Why Orlando?
'He kept staring at you, y'know?' Orlando turned his face to Lijah, who was dancing before him and moved closer. The younger lad added, 'He's really taken of you.'
'Did he tell you that?' Orlando shot.
'No. Didn't need a genius, Orli!' – ('Orlando!') – 'Whatever! Even Peter can see it. Didn't you ever wonder why he gave you that "You're late" scene? Or the last scene where Legolas was so hysterical when he saw Aragorn was almost stomped by a troll? Or that Aragorn's coronation? Hanon lle?' Elijah bombarded Orlando. Wow, he never knew it was Peter's doing! He thought... well... he thought the scenes were like that all along!
'And what evidence has you to convince me, Lij?' Orlando asked, 'I don't think you're being serious! You just fancied teasing me, aren't you? I'm sorry, Little Hobbit. Not this time. This time I know your bloody prank before you made it!' Orlando smiled triumphantly. Satisfied with his victory over the young Hobbit.
'Bollocks, Orli!' (Sometimes Orlando wondered if Elijah's hang-out with the Brits had taught him the wrong side of the culture.) 'We're being serious this time! I mean it! No, we mean it! Ian also had the same thoughts with us! Y'know Ian claimed that he got what he called "The McKellen Gay-dar"? He said the gay-dar worked perfectly well on Viggo and you,' Elijah insisted, 'what if Viggo's really taken of you? Would you hook up with him?'
Orlando paused at Elijah's question, he stared at the young Yank before him, 'I need a drink,' he answered blankly. Elijah nodded, understand perhaps that – if Orlando was a cat, his question had just killed half of the nine lives supply of him. The Canterbury lad walked his way to the bar thru the sea of people, as he got to the bar, he ordered, 'One Red bull-vodka, please,' After his drink came, he turned around and bumped someone, and felt icy liquid flowing on his chest, 'Cunt!' he swore as he lifted up his face and flush to the person before him, 'Woops... sorry, Ian,' he grinned.
'You youngsters should learn to look after your mouths, eh?' Ian smiled and give a tissue to Orlando to wipe his shirt, which he just realised, he's still wearing Legolas's silvery shirt! Even the tights! (Shit!) Ian pulled Orlando closer to him, 'I'll get you another one, boy,' he said before walking to the bar. While waiting for Ian to return, Orlando went to the loo and washes the front of his shirt. When he went out, he saw Viggo was laughing with Dominic. Is it him or Dominic was fond of Viggo as well? But Orlando always thought, if possible, that Dom would end up with either Elijah or Billy. Dommie was so inseparable with Billy. God only knows what they're doing late at night in their trailer on weekends and day-offs! And with Elijah, Orlando could see the adoring look on both men's eyes when they're together. Oh great! Now this gay issue started to consume him! Well, we all have our own gay side within, he thought cynically.
'Stop staring. Don't you know that it's rude to stare?' Orlando felt his heart jumps to his throat when Ian pressed the cold glass to his burnt cheek (at the sight of Viggo and Dom perhaps?). Orlando took the glass from Ian's hand ('Cheers, Ian.'), the Queen took the young cub to sit with him next to the bar. They sit and enjoying their drinks for few moments. 'Well?' Ian asked.
'Well what?' Orlando asked back and put his glass on the table in front of them.
'Don't you have anything to tell me? To dear ol' Uncle Ian?' they both laughed as Orlando made an impression of someone vomiting, 'Come on, Orlando! You came up to me when you were with that girl, Kate! Why not this time?' the Wizard chuckled, 'Or do you want me to start asking you? Have you made up your mind about the Ranger? Have you say anything to him? What did his respond?'
'Alright, alright...' Orlando took a deep breath and finishes the rest of his drink in one go. 'But on second thought, Ian... I would like to know, how far d'you know?' he grinned.
'Why are you all staring at me like that?'
'C'mooonnn! Tell us!' Lijah grabbed Viggo's hands, 'Where'd ya go with Orli? What did you guys do?' his big blue eyes glinting with insanity. Viggo could never, since he first saw them, resist such eyes. Especially when Elijah, knowing that he could do it very fucking well, started to pout and have that puppy eyes at him. Like now. 'You guys didn't wear this costume before!' he said in Frodo's English accent (which was nice to hear). Geez, this boy turned British! He hung around with the Brits too much! 'This is Aragorn's costume. You supposed to wear a tux if you want to get in the theatre, Vig!'
Damnit. 'What? We just went for canoeing, get away from all that glamour, and the canoe was flipped over,' Viggo explained, and the blue eyes... three pairs of blue eyes before him, started to twinkle with joy, 'You lot wouldn't fancy Orlando and I showing up here naked, would you?' Viggo blow smokes from the cigarette to the Hobbit's direction.
'Oh yes wee wood!' Billy replied, trying to give a good Gollum's impression... in Scottish accent. And he failed. 'Cummon, Veeg, tell oos!' Billy sat next to Viggo and start poking the Strider's arm, 'Woon't be ae seen ta tell oss, yoono?' he added as Dominic and Elijah nodded in unison. God, what had I done to You?, thought Viggo.
'What else to tell? Orlando wasn't feeling really well, so I take him for a nice fresh air, that's all, Hobbits,' Viggo chuckled as the Hobbits sat around him and start to make noises like kindergarten kids, forcing him to shut his ears ('You lie! You lie!'), 'Alright... alright...' he lifted up his hands (to silent them) and put his cigar on the ashtray on the table (to give better access to talk). Viggo took a deep breath before started, 'Orlando was having a hard time, even before that cunt – ' (Now, I'm turning British as well, Viggo thought) ' – replacing his beautiful face as the sissy Elf. So I decided to give the lad a ride to cheer him up. That's all, satisfied?'
'Well, not what this Elf said to me, Viggo,' Ian suddenly showed up, pulling Orlando on his arm, and then locked the boy around the shoulders. He looked terrified at the sight of Viggo, surprised, 'He told me that there's more than cheering him up,' Ian grinned slyly.
'V-V-V-Vig, are you mad at me?' Orlando asked Viggo who was sitting on the couch in the corner of the club. As soon as Ian brought Orlando to Viggo, the Hobbits ran away as fast as they could, leaving Viggo with Ian and Orlando (Wankers, Viggo grunted to himself). Ian handed Orlando to Viggo and take them to this very corner before he headed off, 'I was such a blabber, wasn't I?' the young Canterbury boy sat next to the Danish man who was smoking quietly. The sight of Viggo sat there, smoking in the dark corner, would make anyone who saw him instantly recognised him as Strider in Prancing Pony Inn. It would be the same "setting" there! Orlando keep on talking, 'I never thought Ian would go to you and tell,' he threw his back to the cushion.
Viggo smirked to the Elf and put his cigar off the ashtray, even though it was still halfway done, 'Not your fault, Little One. He's always like that,' (saying that had makes Orlando felt like a complete moron) the older man leaned his head to the head-cushion and facing the dark-haired Brit. Orlando felt a jolt in his stomach as he saw Viggo's staring at him like that. He have to clawed his own knees to stop him lifting his hand and run his fingers on Viggo's stray-hair that went to his forehead. Viggo looked fabulous with his dark Aragorn's hair, yet he looked lush with that short light brown hair, like he had now. Viggo's steel blue eyes looked hypnotic for Orlando. And those lips... Orlando wondered when those lips will visit his. Again.
Cunt!, he swore to himself. Am I really gay? Orlando sat up straight. He chose to throw his sight to Dominic and Billy who were dancing to Kylie Minogue's Fever, than asking himself about his sexuality.
'Come on, Orli!' before he could realise, he felt one small, yet tough hand had pull him to the dance floor. It was Lijah! He dragged Orlando for a queer-dance. Elijah circled his arms around Orlando's back and the started to dance to X'tina Aguilera's Dirrty. For a while, Orlando forgotten about Viggo. The four boys – Billy, Dom, Lijah and Orlando – gotten into their own world for few moments. It was another Kylie Minogue's song when Orlando felt someone's holds another grip from his behind. It was Dominic. The dark haired Brit felt that queer-dancing with Dominic was more comfortable than with Elijah. Well... save the fact that Elijah was lots smaller than he is. Orlando laughed hysterically when Dommie tickled his waist ('Oi! You pervert!') and he placed his head on Dominic's shoulder. Dommie chuckled and give the man in his arm a quick snog before they went apart and go mad to Chemical Brothers's Hey Boy Hey Girl.
Did Viggo just see that? Did he just see Orlando and Dominic smooched? What the...? He felt jealous. Yes, he can tell that this is jealousy. He's jealous to Dominic for having that sexy dance with the sexy boy. And he felt that he wouldn't share Orlando's lips with anyone else... no, with any other man. Shit!, Viggo thought (or as the Brits would say, 'Cunt!'), that boy, Orlando, responsible for this. He's responsible for this weird attraction on him! What would Henry say if he knows that his Dad fall for a guy? Well, Henry hooked-up well with Orlando, all right. The two of them were good partner-in-crime against Viggo. But, had it went across his mind to have Orlando as his parent? Viggo felt that Orlando had made him changing his mind on women.
None.
Viggo got no attracted feelings for women if Orlando's around. What happened to him? The Danish watched Orlando and Dominic dance. And, again, he felt jealous. Should he go there and separate the Elf from the Hobbit? If he'd go there, that means he have to fooled himself for a dance. On the other hand, Orlando would hate Viggo forever if he drags him to sit still. But, it's like been ages since Viggo lost himself on the dance floor. Is it? Viggo saw Sir Ian and Liv having their time on the dance floor, near the four troubles.
Alright!, he got up. Whatever will be, will be...
'Hey, Hobbit. You've got your fun. Now, bugger off. The Elf's mine now.'
'Wow, Vig, you surprised me,' Orlando said as Viggo circled his arms around his waist, 'You should tell us that you're good at this!' he laughed as he's leaning back to Viggo's chest. No... I don't wanna think about my sexuality, or Viggo's. I don't wanna think at all! I just want to enjoy this dance with Viggo, Orlando thought. Oh, and I don't care if I got a hard-on as well! Orlando laughed when he saw Elijah dragging Beanie to the dance floor. Viggo pushed Orlando softly off his chest and stare at the boy. Orlando felt the awkward silence haunting them. 'Vig, I'm going for a drink. Fancy anything?' he asked quietly.
'Nay, I'll go with you,' Viggo answered. They went to the bar and Orlando ordered one Heineken while Viggo had cola-scotch. 'How's your filming going?' Viggo asked.
'Oh, I'm really looking forward to do Pirates of the Caribbean 2, y'know? It was fun! I love being in the Caribbean. All that sun and the hot weather all year. And Troy's been great! I just got started filming Kingdom of Heaven, y'know? It would be fab! Oh, and I just got told that I've got an offer for James Bond!' Orlando laughed, 'Such an honour. What do you think, Vig?'
'Well, comparing you to Pierce Brosnan, I would say you'll make a very feminine James Bond,' Viggo laughed when he saw Orlando's jaw fell. 'Come one, Orlando, face it! You're more to beautiful than handsome! I'm not saying because of Legolas, okay, so stop pouting! Pierce Brosnan got that tough man, macho essence just by looking at his face. But you... people would think of metrosexual when they saw you, mate! But... you might fit for Young James Bond: The Movie,' Viggo grinned.
'Ha-ha. Well, leave it to Hugh Jackman then,' Orlando sighed, 'there goes my chance to snog girls,' Orlando mumbled, 'What about you, Vig? Still going with your exhibition and everything?' he asked the older guy back.
Viggo shrugged, 'Sort of, yeah,' he said, 'I just finished Hidalgo and might start on this Spanish movie soon. And I've been re-collecting my poems and short stories, to compile them for a book,' Viggo explained, the young boy listened carefully before they both went silent. Viggo paused, 'Orlando...'
'Oi, lovebirds!' here come the Hobbits, prepare yourselves, folks! 'Hey, why are you two isolating yourselves? That's rude, y'know? C'mon, join us there!' Dominic told the two men, 'We'll have beer-drinking race in any minute! You two in?' no reply. 'Or... are we interrupting? Really sorry, guys. Honest!'
Suddenly Orlando remembered something, 'Oi, Sblomie!' Orlando turned around on the chair, 'You were about to say something when you called. Then it was cut. What was it?' he jumped off and walks to Dominic, who took Billy's photo, with a girl, using her mobile-phone. 'Gimme a sec, Vig. I'll be back,' Orlando told the man whom he was talking to before. 'C'mon, Sblomie, you promised to tell me,' he dragged Dominic to the other side of the bar. Billy followed them. He really resembles Pippin that way. Pippin who couldn't be separated from Merry.
Dommie slides his mobile-phone into his pocket, 'Eh... we were talking about you and Viggo, yeah?' he asked, 'Billy, he asked about his chemistry with Viggo,' Dom turned his face to the Scot who was standing next to him, with that puzzled look. Even Orlando couldn't find any other word to describe Billy's face that time, except cute. 'Should we tell him?' he continued in mock puzzlement.
'Oh, yoo un Veeggo, Oh-rlando?' Billy scratched his head (but Orlando doubted that he really got fleas there) 'Caenna ye see da kaemestree?' he asked, the man whom was questioned shook his head as answer ('I think that's a rethoric question, Bills,' said Dom.) 'Caenna ye feel eet?' another shook of head ('Billy Boyd!'), 'Ookay, Dom! Oboy, 'tis is hurder thun ah toght,' Billy scratched his head again, 'Tell oos de trooth. Elf. Houw doo yoo feel four Veeggo?' he asked, but before Orlando can answer, the Scot had continued, 'Iven from yer act, ah kaen sey that yoo fency de gooy, innit? Wee saew eet, Oh-rlando, wee saew yer feis wen ye see Veeggo almos stomp'd by de troll.'
'What? It was Peej's idea to have that scene!'
'Peej only say that Legolas will help Aragorn, innit?' Dominic asked in such cheeky voice, 'He didn't say anything about Legolas hysterical act. It wasn't supposed to be Legolas who save Aragorn anyway. It supposed to be Gandalf!' the young Canterbury lad froze at the unknown fact. Dommie, scratching his stubble chin, stared at Orlando's blank face. Adorable!, he thought. Dom cleared his throat to get Orlando's attention before asking, 'What do you think of Viggo's feeling to you?'
Orlando shrugged as he swept his curly backwards with his hands. 'I don't know,' said him shortly, 'One moment I'm feeling he's got it for me, but on the next moment I felt he regretted giving such signals to me. Don't look at me like that, Dom, I'm serious. Viggo... he's unpredictable. Maybe it wasn't that chemistry, if you know what I mean? Maybe... maybe he only sees me as his annoying little brother.' The lad sat on the bar's chair and turned his face to Viggo who was smoking and giggled to the sight of Sir Ian and Peter dancing to the song Dancing Queen.
'Hee's nout, Oh-rli. Believe me,' Billy placed his hand on Orlando's arm, making the lad turned his face to the Scottish Hobbit, 'Wee'll hulp ye, yeah?' he smiled to Orlando and received one in return.
'Hey, Hobbits, Elf, Elessar! Wanna join us for a race?' Beanie shouted from a table.
'One... two... three!' Liv counted.
Viggo watched the three Hobbits (minus Sean Astin, who were the sanest of them all), Orlando, Karl and Beanie had this beer-drinking race. Which one of them can finish one bottle the fastest? Well, well... Sblomie won. 'What the Elf told you, Viggo?' he heard an old voice talking to him. Sir Ian McKellen.
'Nothing,' Viggo said, 'As soon as you left us, he bounced to the dance floor with the Hobbits,' he shrugged. 'What did the boy tell you, Ian?' Viggo asked and lit a new cigarette and offer one to Ian, who then taking one.
'You kissed him.'
Peter announced the night is over at two. As usual, they had three drunken Hobbits and one hung-over Elf. Well, actually Beanie and Karl was a bit "getting there" as well, so there's no way they could drive back to their hotel, wherever it is. 'O-kaaayy...' Sir Ian said, 'As far as I know, these four staying in the same hotel,' he pointed to the four youngsters, 'But I don't know about those two,' He pointed to Beanie and Karl. 'Bean, Karl! Where are you two staying?' Both men answered dodgily, but sounded like one same hotel (which was a relief!). 'Well, I can drive these two and Viggo... where are you staying?'
'A friend's place near here,' Viggo answered as he wore his Aragorn's jacket, 'that's okay, Ian. I can drive these four. Which floor are they staying?' he started to pull Dominic up, 'Get up! C'mon! Up!' he dragged Elijah, 'Billy! Orlando! Get up!' he boomed in his Master Chief voice and spanked the two boys.
'I think Lijah, Billy and Dom shared a room on tenth floor. And Orlando's was next door,' Sean Astin said, 'that was what Lijah told me this afternoon.' He lifted his daughter, Alex, who was fast asleep, from the chair. His wife kissed the little girl's head.
'Is that so? Brilliant!' Viggo dragged Orlando off the chair. The young man fell down.
'Aow! You cunt!'
'Good night, boys...' Viggo closed the Hobbits's door (he had to tuck them in one by one!), then he walked Orlando to his room, 'You alright then?' he asked the younger man who had his swap card out from the pant's pocket. The lad lifted his face up to Viggo. He saw his brown eyes looked sad. Why do they have such expression? What happened? Viggo can't bear to see those eyes like that! He ran his palm on the back of his own neck, 'Are you okay if I leave you?' he asked and the boy before him answered with a quiet smile, 'Okay... I'll see you tomorrow then,' he turned on his heels before saying goodnight to the Brit boy.
Viggo walked with his hands inside his pockets. Why? Why did he leave? Viggo didn't want to leave! Something in him wanted to stay with Orlando. He felt that he doesn't want to leave the boy. But why do his legs keep on going... keep on walking? Taking him further from the boy? He stopped in front of the lift. Viggo took a deep breath after pressing the up button. Maybe Orlando and he weren't meant to be. After all, friendship lasts longer that lover. The lift's door opened. It's empty. Viggo was about to step in, when he felt two slender arms caught his waist.
'Don't go, Vig...' said the soft seductive British accented voice.
'I'm seeeeeeee-ngin' in the rain, I'm seeeeeeeeee-ngin' in the raaaaiiinnn! I'm seeeeeeeee-BLLLLPP!'
'Orlando, shut the fuck up!' Viggo pulled the young lad inside the room from the balcony, 'God, if only I know you need a babysitter I won't come back!' he grunted as Orlando giggling in front of him. But then again, Viggo feels that he wanted to look after the drunken Orlando. He wanted to stay with the young lad and waiting for him to fall asleep. He wanted to watch him sleeping. Oh God... I really care about this boy. Why didn't I realise it sooner? Or is this the better time? Viggo watched Orlando sat on the balcony's floor, watching the pouring rain. Which one is better? To realise it during the filming days in New Zealand… or after? 'Orlando, go to sleep, will ya?' Viggo said softly.
'Why?' the boy asked in a daring tone, 'So you can fuck me while I'm sleeping?' he leered to Viggo who, then, flushed his cheeks with scarlet colour because of the answer. 'This is one fab night, Vig! Return Of The King is the Best Picture of the Year in that Academy fucking Awards! It's worth to celebrate all night! Why must I sleep early? It's only – ' grabbed Viggo's arm to see his wristwatch, '- three! The night is still an infant, precious!' Orlando crawled to Viggo who sat on the bed, he stopped right in front of Viggo's knees.
'Look, Orlando, I'm really worn out, okay? I want to have a rest, it's been a tiring day for me. And I supposed to you too, since you do more activity than me. But you asked me to stay, okay I'll give you a company. But I won't give one if you're only acting like a twelve-year-old!' Viggo looked to the young boy who sat on the floor in front of him. A wild thought, a wild hope inside Viggo gave him a visualisation that Orlando will give him a blow-job.
'A twelve-year-old can't give you a blow-job,' Orlando grinned as he placed his hands on Viggo's knees.
DING!
Viggo felt his face, no his entire body heated. For the love of Christ! Did I say my hope out loud?, he thought. 'That's it! I'm leaving,' He hid his embarrassed face and walks to the door.
'Viggo!' Orlando called in a whining tone, 'Viggo!' no reply, 'Bastard! Vig, if you're not coming back here, I'll jump!'
The Danish man heard the Elf opening the balcony door again, 'What are you going to do now, Orli?'
'The name's Orlando, you wanker!'
'Okay, what are you going to now... Orlando?' Viggo asked and turn around, 'Look, you wanna jump off the balcony? Why? Because I'm leaving? You're such a bloody eejit, Orlando! You've got a fucking whole career ahead of you! You still got your family! And what about Kate, huh? Your girlfriend?' he spoke as he walked to the balcony's door and Orlando stepped back. Into the pouring rain. Viggo could not stop thinking how fabulously sexy Orlando is in between the pouring rain!
'Screw her. I'm over with her,' Orlando replied. Somehow Viggo felt a jolt of joy in his chest when he heard Orlando's answer, 'I don't care, I don't care. Why should I care about myself if the one I'm care about can't care about me? Why... why CAN'T he care about me? Stop having such look, Viggo! Yes, I'm talking about a he. I care a fucking lot about a man, okay? I'm gay. So what? If I can find only happiness in a same-gender person, why should I be ashamed? Why I kept pushing my happiness in the opposite-sex? Screw all homophobes in the world! Homos are human, they have feelings, okay? Do you wanna know whom I'm talking about, Vig? Do you? Yes? No? You're not moving, Viggo. I'll take that as yes. You. You. You, Viggo Mortensen. You, the Aragorn, Strider, Ranger, Dunedain, King Elessar, whatever bloody name you've had! I care so fucking much about you, Viggo. I've got this weird attraction on you since our first day of filming together. You were amazing, you really blend into Aragorn. At first I thought it was Aragorn whom I attracted to. But when we went to see that full moon on the river with Henry. It was more of you. Not Aragorn. You, Viggo,' he paused, waiting for respond from the man standing next to the balcony's door. 'I guess I just freaked you out, ain't I? So foolish of me to believe the Hobbits. So foolish to think you'd fancy me as well. You're about to say something, Viggo. Do speak, please…'
'Or-Or-Orlando... I-I-I… are you okay?'
Viggo started when he heard Orlando's laugh explode. It sounded so haunting. A nasty laugh… yet it's sad, 'See? Did you hear yourself, Viggo? You were questioning my bloody insanity! Cunt, when do you ever take me seriously? I thought – Jaysus, how foolish I am t think it was serious – I thought the kiss was serious, Viggo... but, of course, I was wrong. You want to know, Viggo? Do you want to know how serious I am to you?' he climbed the balcony, 'This serious…' he turned around, showing his back to Viggo, 'If you don't believe every single fucking word I've said, Vig. Fine. Then I'd rather die than having you fucked with all my dignity,' he said gloomily before chuckling cynically, 'come to think of it, this could be one bloody test for you, Vig... if you really care for me... or not.'
'Orlando!'
Viggo grabbed Orlando's slender body two seconds before the boy jumped. He dragged him inside the room, and pinned the boy to the bed, 'What's gotten into you, Orlando? Answer me, goddamnit!'
'You, Viggo!' Orlando tried to push Viggo off his body, but the man weighed a ton! Since when Viggo got this heavy? He wasn't when Orlando caught him in Moria. Seems like he put all his body weight on Orlando, 'You scared me...' Orlando said softly, he had stopped struggling from Viggo, 'One moment you made me feel that I'm all that you care about, but then you acted that... I've been like a schoolgirl for caring a bout you. Then... then...' he paused, 'I'm really serious about my feelings for you, Vig. I-I-I know I'm freaking you out, from the look you had, and the look you have now. I don't know how come... why... even when I'm with Kate, I can't get your essence out from me, Vig. God, what am I doing? Why am I telling you all this? I am drunk. Too drunk. I even got jealous with Elijah and Dominic... and Liv. She got all the time in the world kissing you. Even Legolas in me got jealous of Arwen, Vig. And Haldir... right, Aragorn hugged Haldir for bringing an army of gay Elves from Rivendell to Helm's Deep. But you didn't even hug Legolas for staying there for Aragorn, being his slave, since in Rivendell to the Black Gate. Didn't you remember? Aragorn always go "Do this, Legolas, do that, Legolas, roll over Legolas, on your knees and suck me, Legolas!". Stop looking at me like that, Viggo and get the fuck off me! I'm thru with you. You wanna go? Fine! I release you. Go! Fly, you fool!' Orlando rubbed his wet face and hair with his hands, and then he waited for Viggo to get off him. He turned his face from Viggo's.
'Orlando, can you shut the fuck up so I can talk?' Viggo started as he got off the bloke underneath him, who feel really stupid and flushed with colour again. But still not looking to the other man's face. Aragorn sat next to the Elf, who was still laying down on the bed, he ran his hand over his short light brown hair, 'You wasn't the only one who freaked out of this – ' he moved his hands back and forth to Orlando and to himself, '- us thing. I don't know since when myself, but… you really fascinated me, Little Elf,' Viggo smiled and turned the boy's face – facing him. 'You're a funny Elf, Orlando. Look, I might be a big time confusion for you tonight, and if that's what drove you to this insanity, I'm really – really sorry. I'm not blaming you, but I do too have that – that scary moment. One moment you can't take your eyes off me, but on the moment you're kissing a Hobbit,' Viggo took Orlando's hand, 'and I also thought about Henry. He's really fond of you as a brother. But I don't know what he would say if I told him, I'm in a relationship with you. Oh no, Orlando, don't have that hurtled look, please...' Viggo cupped his hand on Orlando's left-side face, 'I really do care about you, Orlando. You and your adrenaline – I lost count how many times I felt my heart stopped seeing you doing all those extreme things with the Hobbits. You have no idea, as well, how many times in New Zealand, I really thought of dragging you out of people sight and give you all pleasures you can have,' Orlando chuckled as he saw Viggo's steel-blue eyes glinting like wild animals, again. But now, he knows why he got such look in his eyes. Viggo felt that his Aragorn's pants, in some way, getting a bit tighter.
'You have the permission, Vig,' Orlando pressed his wet lips to Viggo's palm, 'yes, I give you the permission to give me all pleasures I can have,' he said in his seductive British accent and he brought the older man's face closer for a kiss. 'Please don't disappoint me, yeah?' he added. Viggo chuckled as he snog the young boy. This is it!, Orlando thought. This is the time he was longing for. Viggo's moist lips meeting his. And this time, the moist lips are giving pleasures. Orlando likes that.
The English boy's wet arms felt cold on Viggo's neck. But he doesn't care. No, why should he care? He finally got the Elf-boy. Viggo smiled to himself, when he felt the Elf was started to undoing his shirt buttons, next second, he felt one soft hand on his bare chest, moving to his…
'ORRRLAAAAAAYYYY!'
'Cunt!' Orlando pushed Viggo off him reflexively, 'What?' he barked as he looked to Viggo who was swearing under his breath and rubbing his head for hitting the bed so sudden.
'Give me back my mobile. I want to call Ian,' he heard Dominic's voice came from the connecting door next to the bed.
'Can't you wait until tomorrow, you wanker?' he answered as Viggo lied down next to him, rolling his eyeballs. Orlando chuckled at Viggo's funny face. 'It's four fucking o'clock in bloody morning, Sblomie. Ian's sleeping. Put a pity in an old-man, will ya?'
Dominic voice suddenly sounded so soft. Like a whisper, 'Aww, c'mon, Orli. You're not the only one with on-set crush, y'know?' What the...?! Orlando and Viggo exchanged look before they giggled. Oh, this is precious!, he thought. I never knew Dominic was having one as well. Shit! And he was teasing me all this time! Fucking hell! I should know if he got one. Shit! Shit! Shit! Oooh... this is too precious to let go just like that!, and came a nasty thought in Orlando's mind.
'No, I don't know,' Orlando called, earning a moan reply from Dommie. That means, his evil plan was on the way, 'Who's he, Sblom?' he threw the bait.
'You cunt, Orli!' Dominic snapped before his voice went soft again, 'It's Elijah, okay?' and there goes Orlando's fish!
Orlando was about to walk to the door with Dominic's mobile-phone in his hand, when Viggo hold him, 'Let me,' he said and he walks to the door. When he opened the door, he could see Dominic's side-face with that messy hair and... a purplish spot on his neck, his shirt was badly undone to the chest, 'Sblomie...'
'Thank God, Orli... Vig?'
'Here's your phone, now bugger off, Little Hobbit,' Viggo grinned and closed the door before Dominic could say anything. He walks back to Orlando who was making a cup of tea. 'Where were we?' Viggo asked.
'Care for a break? I'm freezing,' Orlando sat on the chair in front of the mirror and had that boyish look Viggo always adore.
'If you weren't that stupid to jump out, we'll be still dry now,' Viggo ran his fingers to the curly hair of young Brit. While Orlando was making the tea, Viggo circled his arms around the boy's waist. 'What d'ya got there, Little Elf?' he asked.
'Peppermint. Want one?' Little Elf asked as he leans his head on Viggo's shoulder, who was snaking his hands to Orlando's lower tummy. 'Vig, I'm not Gwyneth, okay? And we're not in A Perfect Murder remake.'
'No, thanks. And who said we are?' the Danish man gave the boy a light smooch and ran his fingers to his stomach. He enjoyed the sound of Orlando's laugh. It soft, smooth, sexy…
'Vig, it tickles,' said the lad before him, who finally put the cup on the table and turn around, 'alright, alright. You just can't wait, can you?' he slung his arms around the older man's neck and gives him a kiss.
'Oh, and I supposed you can?' with merciless eyes, Viggo shot his hand to Orlando's hard-on, 'I don't think so, Little Elf...' he sneers as the lad before him gasping, 'You said you were cold, yes? I can make you warm... and then. I'll make you hot,' Viggo enjoyed the beautiful sight before him. Orlando with his eyes shut, so tight Viggo could see some crystal dots between those dark think lashes. His mouth opened slightly, and the face... oh, the face was so priceless! It was longing and beautiful. When Orlando started to moan, Viggo swallowed it with a kiss. A way to be silenced that Orlando can memorised for his whole life.
Viggo led the moaning boy to the bed, he pushed his shoulders down softly until the English before him sat on bed and Viggo went down to his knees before him. Orlando smiled and cupping the Danish man's face with his hand, he stared deeply into the blue eyes. He saw them so... caring. So loving. The look he always longing to have from the Ranger, and became jealous when it was Arwen who received it. He kissed the slightly swollen lips before him softly, and then he pressed his forehead to Viggo's, 'Amin mela lle,' he said smoothly, barely more than a whisper. Viggo smiled at the sensual voice, he opened his eyes and found the British boy blushing. His face was so priceless, Viggo thought. Orlando's face was pale pink and his eyes were so boyishly shy.
'N'alaquele ie'lle,' Viggo smiled and kisses the tip of Orlando's nose, 'N'alaquele ie'lle, melamin,' he repeated and run his index finger along the young man's cheekbone.
The boy's brown eyes curved as he chuckled making Viggo wanted to claim him more, 'What's that?' Orlando asked.
'Back at you, my love,' he started to undoing the silvery shirt of the Elf. He lifted his head up to see the look on the boy's face when he placed one hand on his bare chest. The young lad gasped and closed his brown eyes. He's so beautiful, fragile yet strong. Viggo trailed his mouth from Orlando's jaw line to his neck. To his shoulder. The olive skin was so smooth against his lips. Next moment, he pushed the English boy down to bed. While Viggo was kissing the boy's chest, there's something got caught on his teeth, he moved back and smile, 'You wore it.' He showed Orlando the amulet he gave him on the park.
'Yeah,' the young Brit replied, 'I'm really sorry, Vig,' he ran his palm on Viggo's face.
'How many times do I have to tell you, Orlando, that's OK,' Viggo said lovingly, 'besides... I think I'd rather to have your other amulet,' he grinned. Orlando moaned when he felt Viggo's hand reached the bulge between his legs. He dug his fingers deeper to Viggo's hair and shoulders, 'Would you give it to me, Orlando?' the Danish man asked.
'Yesyesohpleaseviggoplease...'
Viggo... didn't really catch that. But he knew the boy mentioned his name and "yes". As he stroking the boy's hard-on, he's enjoying what's before him. Orlando panting, his mouth parted, his breathing getting harder and faster, two thick lines of lashed and when he opened his eyes, they looked teary.
'Vig, what are you doing?' Orlando asked. 'If you wanna do it, just do it, will ya?' the boy chuckled and running his hands on Viggo's cheeks.
'Impatience, are we?' Viggo sneered, before he made a trail of kisses from Orlando's navel to the face. 'What d'ya got?' he asked as he planted a snog on the boy's moist lips.
'Mmm... I've got a lube...there... mmm... in the drawer,' the pair of English lips moved softly, as he spoke, against the Danish's he liked the feel of it. Viggo likes the feel of Orlando's moving lips against his. It's better than what he imagined before. The Danish man broke the kiss and crawls to the drawer and takes the lube. He lied down on his back to open the cap. The bed was bouncing. Orlando moved. Where? Viggo lifted up his face and realised that the young boy was on four on top of him, 'What took you so long?' he grinned and stripping Viggo off his Aragorn's costume before landing his lips to the tanned built chest.
The Ranger let out a soft growl when he felt the Elf's tongue trailing his chest, 'Orlando... wait... wait... Orlando...' shut up, Mortensen!, Viggo snapped himself. You are enjoying this! Yes, Viggo enjoying this. He felt... he felt... he felt, oh God this is good!, he shouted to himself when he felt Orlando's warn tongue on his nipple. It was when Orlando's erection brushed his, he remembered, oh yeah, the lube. As if Orlando could read his mind, the boy lifted his mouth from Viggo's hard nipple, showing his cheeky face to Viggo. He used that moment to push the young lad next to him, and locked his arms with his knees.
'What the...?! Vig!'
Viggo placed his arse on the boy's stomach, trying as hard as he could not to break the Elf's arms, or not to put his whole weight on the boy's belly and made him threw up all his dinner, 'If I didn't do this, you'll make me cum even before I enter you, Little Elf,' Viggo grinned mercilessly. 'You hadn't even take that short off!' he pulled the silvery shirt off the slender body underneath him (Then locked the arms again), 'That look not gonna work this time, Little Elf,' Viggo said in a soft murderous voice as he saw Orlando pouting and widened his gorgeous brown eyes. He let out a soft giggle before bending over and stops just before his face, 'You still need to learn how to do it properly from Elijah,' said he before giving a kiss on the boy's tender lips. Then he's back to his mission. Opening the lube's cap. After few attempts, finally Viggo managed to open it, 'Prepare yourself, Orlando,' Viggo said as he undo his pants and spreading it to his own erection.
'Oooh... I'm scared, dear Ranger,' the man who was lying on the bed rolled his eyes. Viggo smirked before he moved and sat on Orlando's ankles, he ran his hands on the boy's legs before taking the tights off. Orlando groaned as Viggo took the whole length of him into his mouth. 'Jesus Christ, Viggo!' Seems like Orlando had waited long enough, after few moans coming out from his mouth since Viggo claiming him, he came inside Viggo. Puffing, panting, and sweating. Orlando opened his eyes slowly to find the older man's face in front of him. The young Brit smiled and tastes Viggo's lips and his own seed on the next second.
The Danish man's slickly lips trailed from the boy's and down to his neck. He pressed his lips against the fast throbbing pulse. Orlando, still panting, ran his fingers to Viggo's hair and let out a gasp when he felt a finger inside him, seeking for entrance, 'Fuck, Vig!' he shot.
'Ssshhh...' Viggo's face appeared in front of him again, 'Won't fancy the Hobbits to hear, tright?' he asked and smile. Within moments, Viggo had had his full length inside Orlando ('Fucking cunt, Vig! You're bigger than what I saw in Indian Runner!'). What Viggo might hadn't learn from his seven years friendship with Orlando was, the boy could be louder, twice louder as a screamer in "certain circumstances". 'Orlando, you could wake the whole hotel,' Viggo told the younger man as he paced inside him ('Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, SHIT!')
'Your fault...' Orlando answered, well, tried to answer, '... for having a big one,' he continued on one breathe, 'Oh God, Viggo… fuck, fuck, oh cunt! Fuckcuntfuckcuntfuckcunt...' he chanted while clawing Viggo's shoulders.
As they were closer to orgasm (second for Orlando, that is.) the English youngster dig his fingers deeper into Viggo's skin, 'Cunt, Orlando! That hurts!' the older man tried to sweep the boy's hands away, but somehow those nails were deep enough to remain stable (He didn't know where did the boy have such power, while he's on his way for his second spoof!). 'Orlando!'
'C-c-c-can't, Vig. You told me to be quiet. You choose this... or I'll wake the Hobbits. Ah... fu-uck!' Shit!, Viggo thought, I don't want him to wake the Hobbits and I don't want him to tear my flesh off either! He started to look around the bed for something, ANYTHING! that can prevent the Hobbit (or the whole neighbourhood!) to wake up and on the same time, preventing Orlando to skin him alive. Somehow Viggo grew a little bit panic. He felt his was close. He knew Orlando's was close as well. But he couldn't find anything that could stop both "Orlando Bloom Threats" to happen! Bloody hell! He felt his mind was numb. He can't think of anything intelligent while he's fucking his most beautiful cast-mate, 'Vig... Vig... I'm cumming...' Orlando told him (Viggo felt ten hot trails on his back). Fuck! Viggo ran his hand on his damp and sticky light brown hair. Then it got him. He took a pillow and pushes it to Orlando's face.
'Scream, Elf-boy,' he dared.
It was a faint one, but Viggo could hear it clearly, 'Viggo, you cunt!'
Well, the Ranger had released himself inside the Elven Prince. The Elven Prince had released himself inside the Ranger's mouth and on their chests. They both lied there on bed, panting and sweating. Viggo opened his eyes slowly and find the young boy next to him got his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down. A bit too fast for someone's in the slumber land, he thought. Viggo smiled to himself before moving his fingers to that smooth chest. He saw the boy smiled and turns his beautiful face against Viggo. His eyes were still a bit teary from the pain, his face was still blushing but those just made him more beautiful. For the first time in his life, Viggo could ignore his photographer-instinct not to take photo of the gorgeous object that was on his sight. He kissed Orlando's lips instead, before placing his arm over the Elf-boy's chest and claims him into sleep.
Viggo was awaken. He didn't know what wakes him. He didn't know why he suddenly awake. Was it the bouncing bed? The sounds it made? Or was it the boy who was jumping up and down above him? 'Good morning, sunshine!' the boy said merrily. He was wearing the silvery shirt and Viggo's boxer, 'I ordered us breakfast!' he announced before having one last bounce with Viggo between his legs and leapt to the floor, landing soundlessly like, well, an Elf. Where did he have such energy after two orgasms? Viggo still wondered. He looked to his wristwatch. It's ten o'clock. God, I need more sleep! He pulled the blanket over his head again and carried on sleeping, 'Oi, Vig!' Orlando munched his vegetarian sandwich. He smiled as he heard his new lover's soft snore.
Hmmm… I wonder what Sblomie and Lijah up to last night?, Orlando grinned to himself before walking to the connecting door. He opened one door, the one in his room. Then the other door, the one from the Hobbits's. Ah, it's unlock!, he rejoiced. There wasn't really any privacy between them, The Fellowship. Everybody got everybody's keys. Everybody's seen everybody's naked. So what's new in learning the Hobbits didn't lock the connecting door for Orlando? Well, maybe except last night. Maybe that's why Sblomie shouted. Because Orlando locked the door since Viggo's in his room. Orlando opened the door slowly. On the first five inches of opening, he can tell the room was still dimmed. Are they still sleeping? No… he could hear some noises… voices… sounds. Sounds that he knew perfectly well. Sounds that he just heard. Last night. The Canterbury Elf opened the door wider, he opened it fully. And he gasped. He saw…
'Ain't that the most beautiful threesome you've ever seen,' came a voice behind him. He turned around and smile, 'Care to join 'em for a morning orgy, Little Elf?'
Posted at 05:51 pm by siriuslyELMO
