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May 2, 2005
malas.
badan dan pikiran masih holiday-mood.
ya Allah, ya Allah ...
waktu.
gue ngerasa waktu tuh berjalan cepet banget. tau2 aja, udah 3 minggu sejak insiden NTA dinner, dimana malem itu gue "berusaha" menetapklan perasaan gue kepada seorang anak manusia bernama Anset.
nggak berhasil.
sepanjang NTA dinner gue berpikir, 'apa elo yakin, 'mo, mau jatuh cinta sama cowoq yang terang2an udah punya ceweq - dan elo tau itu! - tapi dia bisa manggil elo "cinta"?'
tetapi sepanjang NTA dinner, gue juga berpikir, 'kenapa Ebi mau nemenin gue? dia bilang dia nggak suka acara formal, tapi dia tetep nemenin gue? tiket gratis? mungkin. tapi Aji dikasih tiket gratis nggak mau, karena dia nggak suka formal. dan Ebi tau gue ke sini tuh buat ngecengin Anset. kenapa?'
jawabannya ada di keesokan harinya.
gue ama Ebi HTSan.
seminggu kemudian kita jadian.
lucu, waktu seminggu sama Ebi itu terasa lama bagi gue.
di satu sisi, gue kaget udah seminggu jadian sama Ebi.
di lain sisi, gue kaget baru seminggu jadian sama Ebi.
yah ... gue hanya manusia biasa ...
gue hanya ceweq biasa.
ceweq biasa yang jatuh cinta dengan seorang cowoq yang sering ditemuinya sejak ngurusin Indonesian Night 2005.
gue hanya ceweq biasa yang sayang banget sama sahabat2nya di BENT community.
Moronial, Muchay, Peewee, Qwodhoc ... and especially ... E'
Posted at 04:34 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 29, 2005
behold!
LOTR-slashers favourite gay couple!
Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen!
  Did you read that? Viggo wanted only one woman. and the pic was him and ... Orlando?
KAWAAAAAAIII DESUNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Posted at 01:17 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 27, 2005
Catatan Harian Pelajar Bodoh
melalui blog gue ini gue akan membantu temen gue, my-long-lost-yet-annoying-twin-bro, Raditya Dika, untuk mempromosikan bukunya yang diterbitkan dari blognya Kambing Jantan.
buku ini menceritakan kehidupan seorang Kambing Radith semenjak sma sampai ketika dia meneruskan kulyahnya di adelaide. gue sendiri sebenernya ngikutin perkembangan blognya manusia cacat yang satu ini. jadi gue tau aja gitu loh kehidupan dia di sini.
walaupun ketika gue baca bukunya nggak ada yang baru lagi buat gue, tapi ini buku bener2 menghibur banget untuk dibaca. gue baru baca sekali. yup, BARU. ga menutup kemungkinan kalo gue akan baca lagi. bukan hanya karena Radith itu salah satu sahabat gue di sini, bukan juga karena ada nama gue (walopun cuma dua! huh!). tapi karena buku inin memang menghibur banget!
jadi buat kalian yang ada di indonesia dan mendapatkan akses mudah untuk mendapatkan bukunya Raditya Dika ini. belilah!
anda tidak akan rugi!
cari buku bersampul seperti ini ...
pesan buat Radith ... jangan keseringan coli gue akan menunggu second edition buku elo! jangan sampe lupa lagi yah naro nama gue di lembar terima kasihnya! hehehe ...
well done, bro!
semoga gue bisa mengikuti jejak lo menerbitkan buku, okeh?
Posted at 04:15 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 26, 2005
insiden subtitel Alien Vs. Predator ...
gue terlalu geli untuk menerjemahkan cerita ini ke bahasa inggris, jadi gue bikin entry ini pake bahasa indonesia.
semua berawal dari kegiatan standar anak2 bent dan sekitarnya untuk ngumpul2. gue, Muchay, Uchie, Ebi, Edwin, Aji, Ogie, Anaz, Aldy dan Radith untuk berkumpul di kamar 4.71 yang beraura malas nan mesum ituh. malam menjelang, kamipun memutuskan untuk menyaksikan The Notebook.
menurut gue sih, filmnya tuh yaaahh ... lumayanlah. walaupun ada seseorang yang menangis karena menonton film itu. yah .. gue sendiri sih lebih nangis nonton I Am Sam dan Armageddon. adduhhh .. gue nonton I Am Sam tuh yg nangis dengan suksesnya! hiks ... gue harus beli DVDnya. heheheh ...
yah anyway, Notebook abis, kita beralih ke Alien vs. Predator.
nonton 1/3 gue ngantuk. asli gue ngantuk dengan tulus!
tapi kemudian gue bangun dengan sukses ketika menemukan sesuatu yang lucu di subtitlenya.
Line sebenarnya: aurfdehwkfnjhdfausld ausehikawdjsaguasgbfkdjfoiew asudhkasjdasfeyie ... (gue ga denger jelas doi ngomong apa)
Subtitit Subtitle: "We need to soybean cake searching!"
Otak gue: Soybean cake searching? Soybean = Tahu. Searching = Mencari. Soybean searching = mencari tahu?
Teman2 gue: eh, apaan sih tuh soybean searching?
Gue: keliatannya mencari tahu deh.
Anak2: *ngakak kenceng banget, guling2, gebug2 bantal, sofa, lantai, maling, urat2 berkeluaran dari leher*
setelah keadaan tenang, kita nonton lagi ... kemudian ada line aneh lagi ...
Line sebenarnya: oerhedajsgdyadgjasbdfas auwehkadjash assjdiaj ... (lagi2 gue ga denger jelas)
SubTAItel Subtitle: " efgsaudfhuwahkuswdhf feet ant"
Otak gue: Feet ant? Feet = Kaki. Ant = Semut? Kaki semut? Kesemutan?
Gue: Eh, itu tadi ada feet ant apaan sih? Kesemutan?
Anak2: *ngakak kaya orang gila, kenceng banget, ngeganggu tetangga sebelah yg lagi coli* moral cerita hari ini: jangan mengkonsumsi DVD bajakan! ... film yg baru keluar di byoskop. paling engga tunggu sampe ada DVD originalnya! *ambil ember merah siap2 muntah*
Oh iya! buat Radith congratz atas terbitnya buku lo! iawas lo ya kalo nama gue masih ngga ada di second edition! gue akan minta gratis itu buku lo!
Posted at 06:34 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 23, 2005
I Don't Claim Myself As A Romantic Nor Mellow
I was sitting at home. just woke up by a phonecall from uchie, telling me that there's gonna be a barbecue on sunday and she asked me to tell the bent gang.
then an uneasy feeling came to me. something that i know really well, 'cuz i spent almost the past two years with it, and i finally could get over it earlier this year.
i thought i could get on without the feeling for some time.
but that wasn't her plan, apparently.
what is it, God?
were You too busy, so You sent Venus and her love-child, Eros, to watch over me this year?
i can't sleep.
i can't eat.
my chest won't stop punding.
it felt like a time-bomb was planted there.
it's it, isn't it?
recognising the feeling, i turned to my poem book, and read the last poetry i have written only last year,
The Curse of Venus's Gift
All those things you feel within
The feel of your chest pounds
When you're falling in love head over heels
And when that someone you love is in sight
The feel of that fire in your face flaming
At the time you think of that someone
But what about the other feelings?
You could hardly sleep at night
You could not touch what you should be eating
Your chest hurts so badly
From a mere thought of love
Those are not nice, those are not pleasant
Love, why is it beautiful?
Why is it hurts?
Is love the greatest feeling in the world?
How could it be, if you keep feeling uneasy when you're in love?
Love, you cannot prevent it
You cannot stop thinking about it
Love is sweet, love is sick
Love is a disease
Help me, God, I love him
All these wars in my mind
All the thoughts that haunting me
Is this what really happened with love?
My chest hurts at the thought of him
My face burns when I see him
Do I float to cloud number nine?
Or do I fall to earth number nine?
All the pleasant feelings you have
That happened when Eros shoots you with his arrow
Why are they not there when we're apart?
Why is it hurts badly when he's not around?
I need an answer
I need a sign
What should I do to keep the pain away?
Why can't I be on cloud nine?
My fear of losing him
My paranoia of love
Tell me, O mighty Venus
Is love a gift or a curse from you?
Why does it feel so pleasant?
Why does it hurt so badly?
Why does it could make people happy?
But love without pain
Love without pleasant
Is not love, my dear
Those are what make love is love
Love is a complicated thing, is it not?
Love can do many things to people
Tell me, O mighty Venus
Is love a gift or a curse?
is it too fast?
am i wrong?
it frightened me ...
i know he's been nothing but lovely to me, but still ... it gave me a fright.
this feeling i have for the man who stole my heart in a snap of a finger, under the very nose of another fellow who almost lead me to another mistake in my love-life.
countless time i prayed this wasn't a dream ... that the past week wasn't a dream.
why am i being such a paranoid?
i don't know. i could never say, really ...
am i happy?
yes, i am.
well, seems like, all i can do now is pray to God - hoping he's not too busy with what happened all over the world - that i could keep this feeling.
Posted at 03:11 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 19, 2005
seems like Venus got a new move on me, it's called karma.
karma.
do you believe in karma?
i do. well, i always did, actually.
been there, done that ...
i never really experienced karma until one day my cousin, tyas, and i made this story - or we called it "a story from the parallel world of ours" ( we were sixteen back then, for cryin' out loud!) in that story, i've got three older brothers. and what i've got when i first arrived in adelaide?
three older male-cousins under one roof.
BANG!
umm ... hang on!
i've got worse karma! prepare yourselves to laugh your arses off ... i mean it. really. SIRIUS-ly.
sheesh, i could hear my friend, Gede, laughed in frisco. and cruiser's, then putri's, adrian's ... omiGod.
back then, when harry potter azkaban wasn't released yet, there was a talk between us about who's going to play Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. me, with all that So Mauo's FanArt of them would go for Ewan damn-i-can't-show-off-my-"light-saber"-in-children's-movie! McGregor for Lupin and Stuey Townsend for Sirius. (too bad they don't cast Americans, so i couldn't go for Johnny Depp or Aragorn Viggo Mortensen ... ).
so, when they casted Gary Oldman and David Thewlis, i was like ... "what the hell? Sirius is very good-looking! and him ... ? he's a russian terrorist, for cryin' out loud!"
well, anyway ...
that was until i watched azkaban. for the first time.
gary did a fucking good job ... as rugged sirius.
second time watching.
the scene where harry and hermione released sirius from the tower with buckbeak. that laughter ... God, i can't get it off my head for three days after that!
and the rest ... well, take a look around this blog and ... do you have to ask, really?
am i going to blabber about gary oldman and my karma?
nope, not today.
Muchay called before, saying that she got karma 'cuz of what she's having with someone today.
and i i think of it ... so am i.
back in high school, i always told my friends - who got a boy/girlfriend in the same class - to "be creative, will ya?!".
that's one ...
second, when tyas seeing this ex-boyfriend of her last year, i couldn't stop thinking, "what's wrong with that man? he just called an hour ago, and he's calling again?"
and now, i'm in this relationship with a guy who live on the same building as Muchay, whom i spent my weekends with in the past few weeks. and before IndoNite, muchay and i spend two nights at his place, giving birth to making bonnie, the cow we used for the decoration. and last weekend, muti and i spent two nights in the row at his place, again (with lana, uchie , EDWIN and aji).
so, technically i see him often.
and ... i really enjoy texting and receiving phonecalls from him. since i woke up this morning until now, he asked me to send the pics from empire to his e-mail.
well ... seems like i could really never win from you, could i, Venus?
i guess what they say is right. that feeling could come when you meet someone often, and feel comfortable with that person.
that's how i feel.
i feel comfortable with him.
and his name is Ebi.
ps: y'know what? writing this entry is a karma itself for me!
PiPiS pps: this entry was edited, because i forgot to put someone's name here .... sorry, Win!!! that was an honest mistake, i swear!
Posted at 06:46 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 17, 2005
yes, i am cursed ....
you will be cursed as i am, to walk in the shadows of death for all eternity, i love too much to condemn you ....
no! not that cursed! i wish ...
i was cursed by the Love Goddess, Venus.
people said that faaling in love is the greatest feeling ever. well, i don't feel like that, thank you very much. i can't eat, i can't sleep, Christ, i've got this fucking knot in my stomach!
please, i want to eat what's in front of me nicely, i want to have my nice night sleep and having a sex dream with gary oldman.
grrr .... knock it off, Elmo! you know you can't ... NEVER win with love! love conquers all, remember? even death ... hmmm ... Dracula ...
bollocks, the hell with love.
anyway ...
at the moment, i'm living life that i could never thought i could live in before. whether it's here or backhome.
and i fucking enjoy it. started on friday, uchie and i planned to meet up with ebi for a cup of coffeee ... hot chocolate. but just before we dragged ebi who was asleep to the cafe, ogie showed up and asked him to go to empire to play pool. so the four of us, plus aji went to gloria jean's cafe at rundle street, which just at the corner of bent apartment. after that we went to empire. around six-ish ebi and i dropped uchie at mba aida's place cuz she have to rehearse for the saman dance for saturday night's NTA (Network for Tsunami Aceh). then at seven, the boys drove me home and i feed them spaghetti ... and chicken for ebi. they were watching this chinese movie called Beauty and the Breast before we switched to Ten's American Pie 2. aji was telling me his love story when we realise that ebi and ogie fell asleep. ogie took the couch for himself. great.
they went home after american pie's finished. right ... can you imagined i did that back home, with my dad around. that would be too good to be true. saturday night. NTA, uchie got three free tickets for ogie, ebi and i. since ogie said he'll piock us up at ebi's place, so i did my changing and make-up there. ebi's housemate, edwin, just bought a slim ps2. and he's been playing that thing all day! when i went there, there was aji as well, they're playing this car game, i don't know what is it. tha venue, NTA was great, tho ... still, nothing can defeat our IndoNite so far! (note: entry about indonite coming soon!). ogie claimed that i'm with ebi, just because the both of us were together last night. so there you go, another adelaider who was lacking in entertainment. well, the plan after NTA was, mas ditto and i will go out. he asked me to call him as soon as the venue finished, or as soon as i'm arrived at ebi's place, BUT! when i called him he didn't pick up the phone, so i called his mate, sonny. he didn't have a clue where my big brother was as well! bloody hell! all rightie then. i'll juts watch edwin, muchay, lana and ebi playing the ps2 (by the way, muchay told us that edwin apparently played the ps too long before, so he put it in the fridge to keep it cool ... ). there was a couple had a great and freaking row just outside bent apt. edwin and ebi, having radith's handycam, decided to tape 'em. somehow the fight became more freaky, lana decided to call police.
one o'clock. mas ditto called. hang over. he told me that he'll pick me up at bent around four.
four o'clock. mas ditto called again. he's still too hang over, he told me to stay there.
i did had a quick snooze. from five to five-thirty. then i couldn't sleep for a blink again! so i watched muchay and ebi playing tekken 5 and dragon ball sagas. watching ebi playing ps2 was like having a time travel to the time i used to company mas ditto playing sega at halim. this was when i 'm in primary school.
talking 'bout the collection of curses and animal's specieses they owned!
bored (and pity) of playstation, we watched tv. and we watched these dodgy children shows. there was winnie the pooh, and ebi said his legs were wide open as if he just got fucked from behind! so ebi, muchay and i started to wonder who might be fucking winnie the pooh?
lana did dzikir.
finally muchay and lana went to muchay's place and left us to sleep.
that was seven o'clock.
ten in the morning. mas ditto called, he'll picking me up.
i couldn't never have this wicked life back home (save if i really did my uni somewhere out of jakarta) or if i still staying at my previous place. and i like it! God forbid, but i like it!
by the way, lookey, lookey at this new pic of orlando bloom ...
God, ain't he hot! and the dog's cute as well!
oh, when city west got this poster sale, i met filip and he pointed to an orlando bloom poster saying, 'elmo, are you gonna buy that? you like orlando bloom, don't you?"
Christ, that bloke! he's still sweet as ever!
too bad he's straight ... or is he?
well, i know one gay man who didn't fancy orlando.
quite a surprise, innit? cuz most of my gay friends fancied this brit-boy.
SIRIUS-ly, look at him! with that beautiful face ... a face that Viggo Mortensen every gay man would like!
shit, it's gettin' dark outside, i better go now ...
Posted at 06:21 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 14, 2005
Half Blood Prince on Wikipedia
general on harry potter 6th book
read it, it's fun.
but, excuse me, mrs. rowling ... another dead character?
please! please, please, don't let it be remus lupin or severus snape or luscious lucius malfoy!
i don't mind if it's ron, though ... *runs away before loads of ron-lovers kill me*
Posted at 05:27 pm by siriuslyELMO
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April 12, 2005
Oscar Night: March 1st 2004
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?'
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Oscar Night: February 28th 2004
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?
Posted at 05:49 pm by siriuslyELMO
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