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Title:
There’s A Ranger in My Bed *
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* The
impossible had happened to Orlando Bloom, he had fallen in love with a
friend. There had been subtle hints and glances but nothing remotely
concrete, lots of innocent touches and heated secretive smiles, and one
intoxicating kiss but for Orlando, it wasn’t enough. He wanted it all,
Elijah had loaned him a mixed CD with things that he didn’t normally
listen to, but Orli found he rather enjoyed some of it. It had been a
hell of a journey, making this film as the memory of Viggo’s first
kiss bestowed fluttered to the surface of his thoughts. …Orlando
was tired, so bloody tired, they had been working for two days in
succession trying to get the sequences done for the last battle of
Fellowship of the Ring. If he had to yell; ‘Aragorn! Go!’ one more
time, he was going to go insane and take half the cast with him. Peter
had been nice and given them the night off and Orlando was looking
forwards to a bottle of Oban and a movie. He had gone into town on the
last break they had and purchased a few things and had the CD he wanted
in the player as he hit the play button and listened as Viggo’s deep
voice singing filled the trailer with the honeyed dulcet tones that he
had when his voice was a few octaves lower than usual. They sent shivers
up Orlando’s spine as he settled in the blue chair that he had and
tossed one of his legs over the arm, reclining as he took the top off
the bottle and tilted it up taking a healthy swallow. Picking
up the book of poetry that had come with the CD, he flipped it open and
started to read. He became thoroughly engrossed that he didn’t hear
the subtle knock on the door to his trailer. Orlando’s eyes started to
close as he could almost hear Viggo reading his poetry and singing to
him as he slept safe and content in the man’s arms. The pounding was
louder as Orlando snapped out of his thoughts and closed the book and
quickly scrambled to turn off the stereo. Going to the door of his
trailer he pulled it open and there he was in all his glory, wearing a
pair of blue jeans that hugged his muscular hips and thighs like a
second skin and a royal blue shirt that was open at the neck. “Hey, am
I interrupting?” he asked as Orlando stood there with a comical almost
stupid look on his face. “Orlando?” he queried. “No,
come on in, place is kinda messy.” He said in response as he stepped
aside to let Viggo in, Viggo looked around and noticed that the trailer
was indeed messy but not as bad as Henry’s room. Orlando’s script
was on the counter and his ears were even in their proper place along
with his long blond wig. “What’s up? I thought you were hanging out
with Bean tonight.” Orlando said softly, not sure why he was here. “I
was, but I found I wanted to be somewhere else.” Viggo said in
response as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. “What
were you listening to?” he asked as he saw that the CD player was
blinking. “Uh,
just some Dylan.” He said as he hoped to God that Viggo wouldn’t go
over and check, he watched as Viggo’s blue eyes lazily roamed the
interior of the trailer and fell upon the book of poetry that lay on the
coffee table. “And I was reading.” “You’ve
been reading my poetry?” “Yeah,
well I was trying to get to know you, but you don’t seem to hang with
us as often as you hang with say, Bean or John or even Ian.” “I’m
just not as young as you guys that’s all, I can’t keep up with
you.” “Well,
I’d slow down for you if you asked me to, Viggo.” He said in reply,
and then shut his mouth quickly wondering where that had come from. With
a smile Viggo walked over to the younger man and gently tilted his head
upwards. “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.” “Why
would you say that?” “Because,
you don’t… I don’t know what I’m saying.” “I
think I know what you’re saying to me, Orlando… you think I don’t
like you because I don’t spend time with you or the Hobbits, is that
it?” “Yes.”
“Well,
you’re wrong.” He said just as he brushed his mouth over Orlando’s
in a feather light caress of his lips. Orlando whimpered ever so softly
and dug his fingers into Viggo’s hair pulling him closer and tighter
against his body and Viggo gave himself up to the sensation that rocked
through his form… {So
many secrets, I've longed to share. All I have needed is someone there,
to help me see a world I've never seen before - A love to open every
door, to set me free, so I can soar. . .} That
had been days ago and Orlando was now even more confused as to what he
was feeling for the signals he was getting were mixed. Viggo had shown
none of the affection that he had that night in the trailer when he had
kissed Orlando to the point where his toes had curled and his body
turned to jello. He was in love, and it bloody sucked for he wasn’t
sure any more of anything. He spent nights alone in his trailer,
listening to the CD of Viggo’s voice and falling asleep and having
dreams that were so vivid and real that he woke each morning sticky and
discontent, grouchy and unhappy and it slowly began to show. The movie
went fine as he said all his lines and was even more effective as the
unhappy version of his character when they reached the Lothlorien
scenes, for Peter wasn’t happy with the first take and went back to do
them again. {Every
night I burn. Every night I scream your name.} …Orlando
slept though it was restless, for Viggo had come to him in his dreams
and made him fly. He felt his body was on fire with the sensations and
sounds that Viggo wrenched from his body, the words of love, and the
touches that made his body soar to higher planes of ecstasy. It was the
dreams that made him burn, the way he came in his deep slumber that had
him waking and screaming Viggo’s name at the peak of pleasure… It
became harder then for Orlando to do his scenes with Viggo for the
nights were filled with tortured images of them together, and the days
of seeing him was pure hell for all Orlando wanted was for Viggo to hold
him and speak to him the way he did in his dreams. While filming, it was
Sean who realized that Orlando was withdrawing into himself day after
day, and just this afternoon decided to speak to him. “Orlando?” “Huh?”
he asked looking up from the cigarette he was smoking; Sean was an
enigma, for he wasn’t sure what to think of the older man who was
standing over him. Sean
took a seat next to Orlando and gently placed a hand on his shoulder,
“You alright mate? You’re looking a little off.” Orlando
shrugged, “not bloody sleeping well.” He said softly in response as
his gaze was drawn towards Viggo who was tussling with Henry and Elijah,
Dominic and Billy. They were playing some sort of tag, and Viggo looked
happy, it was then that Miranda joined them. “I just can’t seem to
get a soddin’ good night’s sleep.” “Can
I help at all?” Sean asked as he followed Orlando’s gaze, “You
know Miranda is a beautiful woman.” “Yeah,
she is pretty, beautiful even…” but he wasn’t really paying
attention, “she’s a good actress too; I’ve seen her practicing
with Viggo.” “Orlando?” “Yeah?” “You’re
weren’t looking at Miranda were you?” he asked gently, but was
unprepared for the shocked look in Orlando’s brown gaze as he shook
his head slightly, face flushed. “I’ve seen the way you watch Viggo
when you think no one’s looking but we all know.” “You
all know what?” he inquired, voice trembling for the last thing he
needed was the entire cast to know that he was in love with someone he
could never possibly have. Sean
sighed for he wasn’t sure how to phrase this, “That you care about
Viggo.” “I
don’t.” “What
do you mean you don’t?” “Just
what it sounds like, Sean, I do not care about Viggo.” He finished,
rising from the seat and turning slightly. “I bloody love him.” Then
the lithe, energetic young man was gone. {Just
paint your face the shadows smile, slipping me away from you. Oh it
doesn’t matter how you hide, find you if we’re wanting to. So slide
back down and close your eyes…sleep awhile you must be tired…But
every night I burn, every night I call your name…} Sean
watched in astonishment as Orlando left but happened at that moment to
glance over at Viggo who was also watching Orlando saunter off as though
the devil himself were nipping at his heels. There was concern in those
blue-gray eyes and something else that Sean couldn’t put his finger
on. He walked over to where they were still playing tag and tugged at
Viggo’s sleeve, “Got a minute?” “Sure.”
He replied following Sean to a less conspicuous spot. “How
do you feel about the boy?” Viggo
blinked, “What are you talking about?” he insisted as his gaze was
drawn towards Orlando who was standing on the horizon, gazing outwards,
the blond wig blowing in the breeze but all Viggo could see was his
back. “You mean Orlando.” “You
bloody well knew that’s who I meant.” Sean said, “He’s a
soddin’ mess. He needs you.” A
sigh, “I don’t know how I feel about him, I do care about him.” “You’d
better bloody well love him, because if you hurt him, I’ll hurt
you.” Sean said as he walked off, he had seen the anguish and love
that resided in Orlando’s gaze and it hurt him for he didn’t like to
see friends hurting.
*
*
* An
hour later, Viggo was sitting with Henry eating some food that the
caterers had prepared, it was just the two of them and Henry was looking
at his father oddly. “Dad, you okay? You’ve been quiet since you and
Sean went off to talk.” “Just
thinking,” he replied then took a deep breath. “I need to talk to
you about something serious.” Henry
put the soda he was drinking down and looked up at his father, the sandy
hair tousled and the blue-gray eyes sad. “Dad, you told me that you
could tell me anything, so what’s going on?” “I’m
in love.” “With
Orlando Bloom, I know dad.” “You
know? What do you mean you know?” he asked, shock in his voice. Henry
rolled his eyes, “Dad, I’m not stupid; I’ve seen the moon eyes you
make at him.” Viggo
looked utterly dazed at his son. “I don’t make moon eyes at him.” “Okay,
Dad, sure you don’t. I believe you.” “I
do not make moon eyes…” he paused trying to think on if he did or
not. “Do I?” “Yeah,
dad… you do.” Henry said with a smile. “But he’s nice and kind
and he seems to genuinely like you.” He finished as his father looked
at him with a smile that showed him how much he loved him. Viggo
reached over and ruffled his son’s hair, “You know, you’re a great
kid, Henry Blake, don’t you ever change.” “Don’t
worry, I wasn’t planning on it.” He responded with a grin, “Hey,
Dad? Bean promised that he’d show me a few sword moves, we have a few
blunt ones so can I go?” “Sure,
just remember your bedtime and that I’m going out and playing poker
tonight but when I get back to the trailer I expect you in bed and
asleep.” “Yay!
Thanks dad!” he said, leaping up and hurrying out of the tent to go
find the other actor, the grin on his lips was a lopsided image of his
father’s. Viggo watched him bounce out and was suddenly struck by that
same energy that used to come from one of the cast members that he had
fallen in love with. Just then he saw Orlando walk through the door of
the tent, heading straight over to the fish that the caterers had made
and put aside for him, he picked up the fish and put it on a plate along
with some vegetables and head for the corner alone. As much as Viggo
wanted to go over to him and speak he thought better and decided against
it and he didn’t heading out the door of the tent, though Viggo never
saw the haunted sad eyes the color of chocolate follow him out. Dammit,
I think I’m just going to find myself a bottle and a quiet place and
just drink myself into a stupor.
Viggo thought to himself as he headed to his trailer grabbed a bottle
then walked into the woods that surrounded the trailers, pausing by a
crystalline stream where he sat and opened the bottle of scotch taking a
swallow and lying against the tree. Henry and Sean were practicing with
the wooden swords but not really as they had gone separately to each
cast member and spoken with them quietly all except Orlando. Sean
gave Henry a hug and smiled, ruffling his hair as he spoke, “is
everything ready?” “Yup,
I managed to grab dad’s keys to the trailer when he wasn’t
looking.” Henry said as he pulled the keys from his pocket and twirled
them around his finger. “You
are a mischievous scamp, but your father is lucky to have someone who
loves him that much.” Henry
smiled, “All I know is that dad loves Orlando and Orli loves him and
if they don’t do something about it, its going to drive them both
crazy.” He said in reply as he ducked his head into the ruffling of
his hair. “Go
on and get into bed and remember all the pieces are in place, all that
is left is the two of them, and I’ll go find Orlando.” Sean watched
as Henry went to the trailer that he shared with his father and go
inside as he went in search of Orlando. He found the young man, leaning
on a pillar close to the set of Helm’s Deep lost in thought and
smoking for he could see the orange tip glowing in the darkness.
“Orlando?” he queried. “Yeah?”
he asked as he ground out the cigarette and looked up. “Want
to go somewhere and talk?” at the shrug, Sean continued, “Come on,
just for a little while, maybe get some coffee.” “Sure,
why not, not like I have anything better to bloody do.” *
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* Viggo
nearly fell asleep a few hours later against the tree he was leaning
against and wearily rose to his feet and stumbled towards his trailer
only to find the door locked. Patting the pockets of his Aragorn
costume, he scowled as he realized that he had misplaced his keys. Most
of the trailer lights were out meaning that everyone was sleeping, but
there was one light on, a lone beacon in the darkness of the world. A
light calling him home, he went towards that light, not even walking a
straight path, as he knocked on the trailer door but there was no
answer; he tried the knob and it opened. Setting Anduril down along with
his coat and pulling his boots off he left them all neatly on the
counter and chair, as he removed his shirt and walked over to the bed
and collapsed against it, falling into slumber almost immediately. *
*
* Orlando
walked away from Sean’s trailer as the stars above New Zealand
glittered like diamonds in the inky black sky above as he stopped and
spared a glance towards Viggo’s trailer, there was a low light burning
there and it seemed quiet and a part of him wanted to go and knock, but
then what would he say… Sighing, Orlando turned towards his trailer as
memories bubbled to the surface. …Orlando
bounded out of the trailer, hyped up on coffee and dressed completely in
his Legolas costume where he saw the broad shoulders of a man talking to
Sean Bean. Must be the new Aragorn. He thought to himself as he walked
over with a smile intending on introducing himself for they would be
spending a lot of time together. “Hey Sean.” He said as the man
turned and it took all of his willpower to keep his mouth from dropping
wide open at the handsome man before him. Blue eyes, high cheekbones,
and even a scruffy beard was enough to set his heart pumping in his
chest. “Orlando
Bloom, Viggo Mortensen.” Sean offered as the two men offered their
hands to the other. They shook hands but drew back quickly as though
they had both been burned. “So,
you’re the elf.” “Yeah,
and you’re one of the filthy humans.” “Guess
I am, it was nice to meet you.” “You
too.” He replied as he watched the two older men walk off. As they
walked away, Orlando suddenly wished his leggings weren’t so bloody
tight for he was as hard as a rock in them… {The
past is holding me, keeping life at bay, I wander lost in yesterday.
Wanting to fly - But scared to try. But if someone like you found
someone like me, then suddenly nothing would ever be the same. . . My
heart would take wing and I’d feel so alive if someone like you found
me. } Changing
his mind, Orlando went a bit further than his trailer and sat down on a
stump, staring up at the skies and watching as the stars shot across
leaving trails of silver in their wake. He pulled a half crumpled pack
of cigarettes from his pocket and lit the end of one, pulling on the
smoke as he sighed deeply. Grinding the cigarette under his shoe,
Orlando sat there a few moments longer thinking on the man he had given
his heart to. Groaning,
he opened the door to his trailer and saw two things that were clearly
out of place, for they did not belong to him or his character of Legolas.
A long coat had been tossed over the blue plush chair that he liked to
read in and Anduril was across the counter where he kept his script and
a few other items. Sucking in a breath, he glanced around for Viggo and
when the chocolate brown eyes fell upon the older actor he had to smile
for he was sound asleep in the bed. Treading carefully, Orlando got
closer wondering what Viggo had been doing here, but his eyes fell upon
the open book of poetry that he had been reading and as silently as he
could he closed it and simply drank his fill of the man, no the Ranger
in his bed. Viggo
was shirtless lying on his back, chest rising and falling in the rhythm
of slumber. One arm was carelessly tossed over his closed sapphire eyes,
lips slightly parted. Suddenly, Orlando wanted nothing more than to run
his fingers over the sleeping man’s jaw to the cleft in his chin.
Viggo’s other arm was casually across the hard planes of his
stomach, fingers brushing his ribs, “There’s a Ranger in my
bed…” he said trying valiantly not to snicker. The
form in his bed began to move restlessly within the covers, dreaming of
Orlando. Viggo had been watching him for weeks beneath shadowed lids, as
his sleeping hours were filled with erotic images and even fuzzy with
liquor, tonight was to be no exception. A strong hand reached for his
erection still encased in his pants as he stroked the length and moaned
softly. Orlando watched him fondle himself and smiled slightly wondering
who or what he was dreaming of; kneeling down next to the bed, he
reached beneath for watching the American stroke himself through his
pants was enough to set his desire spiraling out of control. Viggo’s
erection jerked in his pants as he dreamed that Orlando had taken him in
his mouth and was deep throating his erection. Arching his back his
hands reached for something, someone that wasn’t there. Orlando’s
eyes widened as he watched Viggo arch upwards like a finely carved bow
and climbed to his feet; removing the cotton shirt and tossing it
haphazardly in to a corner. Mumbling incoherently beneath his breath
Viggo’s hand reached up and played with one of his nipples for in his
dream, Orlando had moved up and was biting at the side of his neck, and
laving it gently with his tongue. A grin split over Orlando’s face as
he rolled Viggo over then waited a moment to see if the older man would
wake. As
he was shifted Viggo let out a moan for his hands were torn from his
erection but he settled quickly back into his slumber. Orlando quietly
climbed onto the bed and settled his weight at the small of Viggo’s
broad back fingers gentle as they traced their way up the older
actor’s spine; over his arms where he snapped the lined cuffs around
Viggo’s wrists and there was short length of chain between the two as
he heard Viggo sigh almost happily. Leaning down he whispered, “Mm, I
found a Ranger in my bed… do you know what it is that we do to
intruders?” he asked, voice husky as he nibbled at Viggo’s earlobe
and slid the blindfold around his eyes. Viggo
felt the flaring heat of Orlando’s tongue against his earlobe as he
let out a moan of pleasure, writhing as the tongue made his insides heat
like a back draft and his erection pressed against the sheets beneath
his body and made him quiver. Not getting quite the reaction he wanted
Orlando reached behind him and smacked Viggo’s ass with his hand
sharply. “Wake up, Ranger.” He snapped as he bit the juncture where
Viggo’s neck met his shoulder. Viggo
was ripped from his sleep at the sharp slap to his backside and tried to
sit up only to find that he couldn’t and that he couldn’t see, he
reached for the blindfold and realized that he had been tied to the bed
he was in. “What the fuck?” he asked, voice bleary with sleep though
a groan left his lips at the bite to his neck. “What’s
this? A Ranger in my bed, and caught off his guard?” he asked with a
soft smile, turning his voice to be a little higher and melodic, more
like the Elf he played and less like himself. A part of his soul told
him that this was wrong, that he should just be honest, but the other
part of him wanted to play this out, wanted to make Viggo burn the way
he did in his heart. “Do you know what it is that we do to
intruders?” he purred velvety soft into Viggo’s ear, then ran his
tongue over the bite he had inflicted to soothe the sting. Viggo
tugged at the cuffs trying to loosen them but found that they had very
little slack, as he growled in frustration for he was unable to reach
the blindfold to see who his captor was, harshly he said, “Who is
this? What is going on?” “I
could show you such pleasures of the flesh, but you… have to ask for
it.” Was the reply as that tongue moved almost painfully slow down
Viggo’s spine, biting lightly as he memorized every plane, angle and
muscle in the older man’s back. Orlando’s fingers slid down and
massaged Viggo’s cheeks roughly, and he purred, “You taste like
sweat and something else and it is something I could get very used to.
It rolls over my tongue with an exotic flavor.” He
tried not to enjoy this torture to his very senses but it was difficult,
but the way his captor was tormenting him was intoxicating. He cursed at
the man who held him this way, “Who are you? Let me go!” he snarled,
thrashing in the bonds trying valiantly to escape. There was a finger
placed against his lips and though Viggo truly wanted to nibble at it,
lave it with his tongue he restrained himself. The
hand that traveled over his back moved to his chest and pinched at one
of his hardening nipples as Viggo let out a soft growl of pleasure,
“Ah ah,” he admonished quietly, “Do not make me find something to
gag you with.” He finished as he groaned into Viggo’s ear, “You do
feel so good beneath me, my Ranger.” He
was fighting a losing battle against his desire and he tried a different
tactic to get out of the situation he had found himself within.
“Please, let me go…I won’t tell anyone, you won’t get into any
trouble.” Though the threat was implied to what would happen if he
were not released all by the tones in his voice. The one who captured
him, the voice seemed familiar and was seductive and soft. “You
want to go, Ranger mine? Where would you go?” “Do
I know you?” he inquired trying to figure out who this was that was
holding him, he was still a bit groggy from waking up in this manner and
his voice was hoarse. Viggo thrashed again this time trying to get away
but bound he couldn’t. “Why are you doing this?” He had to stop
moving for the friction against his erection was contributing to his
arousal. “Why
am I doing this to you, you ask of me? You are the one in my bed, Ranger
and I appreciate unannounced visitors, especially when they are Rangers
of the North.” He said as he settled his weight against Viggo’s
buttocks and pressed him further into the mattress. “As for who I am,
you may know me and you may not, but you will have to discover that for
yourself.” He said throatily, as Viggo thought widely about whose bed
he could have stumbled into but the answers were not coming to his
slowly sobering brain. His erection was pressing deeper into the
softness beneath him and unwillingly he let out a groan of desire.
“Such sounds you make, what other sounds can I wrest from you I
wonder?” he queried softly, pressing his chest against Viggo’s broad
back and purred in his ear, “Will you moan for me, beg me to take
you?” he finally inquired as he ran his tongue along the outer shell
of the older man’s ear and flicked the lobe with the nimble muscle. {Oh
don’t talk of love the shadows purr, murmuring me away from you.
Don’t talk of worlds that never were, the end is all that’s ever
true. There’s nothing you can ever say…nothing you can ever do…
Still every night I burn, every night I scream your name.} That
tongue was heating up every part of Viggo’s anatomy, the emotions had
rolled through him cycling from fear, anger and now a bewildered
lassitude crept into his soul. Once he wanted to escape but now, with
what he was feeling he just wanted it to continue, “Please…” was
the soft whimper. All movement stopped as Orlando smiled seductively,
though he knew that Viggo couldn’t see him do it. “Please
what?” he pressed as his hands slid over Viggo’s body to his pants
as he unsnapped them and slowly drew them down over his hips, thighs and
legs taking great care in how he did this, for he never wanted to hurt
the man he loved that was beneath him. Again that wave of guilt washed
over Orlando as he was doing this to a man who had no idea who he was,
but maybe it was for the best that Viggo didn’t know that it was he
that did this. “Mm, you are strong and handsome, and completely at my
mercy…aren’t you?” Viggo
let out a moan of complete surrender as the pants were slowly removed
from his body and the fingertips that trailed over his skin made him
quiver like a leaf in the wind. The chuckles of his captor raised
shivers up his spine and he wiggled restlessly. There was no more
resistance; he had given himself over to sensation. “Don’t…” “Don’t
what?” “Don’t
stop…” the cry was wrenched from his throat. Rising
from the bed for a moment, Orlando rolled Viggo over onto his back and
smiled, “Is that for me?” he challenged, trailing a lone fingernail
over the lower ridge of Viggo’s erection, glancing upwards to make
sure the blindfold was on tight. Orlando loved the way that Viggo arched
his back into the touches he meted out. The
words wouldn’t formulate in Viggo’s throat, he couldn’t express
what it was that he needed and all he could say was, “I… I
need…” his voice trailed off as his need was no more than a fire
that raged within him and was bringing him close to howling. “Hm?”
he pressed further, taking his finger off the rampaging erection and
leaning over so that his lips were a breath away from Viggo’s, “What
is it that you need?” “You…I
need you.” He howled in frustration, then his voice softened,
“Please, God, please…” “Well,
as much as I’d love to, there are other things I wish to do and we are
going to have to silence that mouth of yours.” He
said with a smirk as he pulled out another bandana and wrapped it around
Viggo’s head. The bandana in his mouth was slightly painful to Viggo
but only added to the lightheadedness that he was feeling from the need
and the frustration of being tied this way, though somewhere inside him
it excited him. He felt himself being rolled once more onto his stomach
and went with the movement, felt the bed dip a bit more as a warmth was
placed along his back. But it was that voice, that velvet voice that
resonated in his ears that sent more shivers up his spine, more than the
rubbing of his captor’s erection rubbing against him did. “You are
so warm, my Ranger.” The feeling that coursed through Viggo was so
erotic, feeling the material rub against his skin, and the bulge in his
captor’s pants was generous but it made him feel even more lethargic
than he already was. Orlando
nipped at the nape of Viggo’s neck with his lips and teeth, reaching
over to the bedside drawer and withdrawing a bottle of lubricant,
popping the cap open he poured some of the silicone based liquid on his
fingers and slid them down Viggo’s body. He circled the rose that was
nestled between those cheeks slowly, torturously slow as he spoke once
more, “Mm, the sounds you make… would you make more of them? The
moans, those mewls that set my senses aflame?” {Every
night I fall again, every night I burn…} His
senses reeling in desire and lust he pressed himself upwards into the
man’s hand, he wanted more, he wanted that finger inside his body.
Viggo let a moan filter through the gag and it was no more than a sob of
primal need. “Shh, a’maelamin.” He whispered, sliding the finger
into Viggo’s body, “Have you done this before, my Ranger?” he
inquired, beginning to gently slide that finger in and out with a
unhurried undulating motion. Viggo
reveled in the feelings that that lone slim finger was producing as he
nodded, what did he call me?
He thought, it seemed familiar and should have brought some memory to
the surface, some sort of clue, but there was none for his body was
throbbing in unbearable longing and his brains synapses had fried. He
slid his finger deeper into Viggo’s body then out as he circled the
opening slowly, pressing two deep inside as he licked the nape of the
older man’s neck with the tip of his tongue, “You are so tight, my
Ranger… and I think you like being at my mercy. Don’t you?” A soft
mewl left Viggo’s mouth as his erection grew harder and painful at the
sensual torment that his captor was inflicting on his senses. His hand
slid over and loosened the gag slightly as he slid the fingers inside
out and climbed from the bed. “Roll over onto your back and spread
your legs.” Was the velvety command from Orlando’s lips as he
watched the older man roll to his back and do as he was told. “Do you
want me to remove the gag from your lips, my lover?” his voice was
gentle, as his lips kissed the tip of Viggo’s nose, then moved along
his jaw, the tips of the blonde wig he wore brushing over the older
actor’s collarbones as he kissed Viggo’s Adam’s apple softly and
was rewarded by Viggo’s arching into his kisses, for the tender
onslaught was making the older man’s body tingle. “And
you will be good?” he asked softly, fingers trailing their way over
Viggo’s broad, lightly haired chest until he reached the nipple and
pinched it between his fingers and grinned at the way Viggo swallowed
the exclamation of joy at the sweet pain and nodded. Reaching up he
untied the gag and slipped it from Viggo’s mouth just before he placed
his mouth over the older man’s, forcing his tongue inside and tasting
him. Viggo gasped into Orlando’s mouth as it assaulted his, but
managed to catch Orlando’s tongue and suck on it a little bit,
groaning his need into the younger man’s mouth even as the hair from
the wig tickled his shoulders. Pulling back was difficult for Orlando
wanted nothing more than to drown himself in Viggo’s kiss, his soul.
“That was nice, I think you deserve a reward.” He whispered, breath
blowing over Viggo’s chest as he spoke in melodious tones, flicking
his tongue over Viggo’s nipple before taking it in his teeth and
tugging ever so delicately. Viggo
barely managed to contain his cries as heat flowed to his loins
tightening them deliciously as the length jumped begging to be touched
and tasted. Whimpers left his mouth as his fear was gone in a rush of
desire and all he thought of now were the erotic implications and
quality of the circumstances he was in. Orlando slid down his body and
Viggo thought he was going to be shown mercy but he was wrong, the tip
of a wet, velvet tongue slid against the sensitive skin of his inner
thigh. Moaning in blissful agony, Viggo felt the fire of Orlando’s
tongue and arched upwards trying to seek out more of the pleasure.
Orlando then moved up Viggo’s body and lay next to him, his fingers
tracing the skin of his inner thigh as he nibbled at the nipple he had
been administering to before. “Does this please you… for it pleases
me to watch you, hear you, knowing that I’m the one who brings you to
this apex of ecstasy. Each night I scream your name, Ranger mine…”
as Viggo nodded and gulped, his skin tingling with each and every stroke
to his over sensitized skin. Who
is thinking of me in this way? God, I want to know who is doing this to
me.
Viggo thought, as each word spoken was stored away in his memory. Sliding
his finger back into Viggo’s body he held it motionless and whispered
in his ear, “You know, you make me burn, and you feel so good…I love
the groans that leave your mouth…” his voice trailed off for a
second as Viggo groaned desperately, trying to get that finger to move
within him he rotated his hips, the muscles spasming. Adding another
finger, Orlando curled them and pressed against his sweet spot. “I
want more of those sounds, I want it all…I want to make you burn the
way I do… make you scream my name.” A
keening wail left Viggo’s throat as he could only feel the glorious
sensations that were being produced inside and around him. “I would
not know what to scream, melethor…” he whispered, though he wasn’t
sure how he knew what to say. Another
chuckle, “Call me what you wish, I will respond to whatever it is that
leaves your mouth... who is it you dream of nights when no one is
around? Whose name do you call at the peak of your pleasure…someone
you think of when you come?” he asked, stroking at Viggo’s sweet
spot again. “O…I
don’t think I want to tell you, since I know not who you are.” He
whispered, flushing a sweet shade of crimson at nearly spilling
Orlando’s name from his lips. “Tell
me…” he prodded as a soft smile appeared on his lips, “Perhaps I
know this young man who you lust after… a name with an O perhaps?” “I
won’t.” “Then
I shall stop what I am doing.” He said as he started to remove those
fingers from the warm passage they were buried in. Viggo whimpered in
anguish, as Orlando spoke again, “just tell me something…” “I
care about him.” “That
was good, my Ranger… perhaps I should reward you again, would you like
that?” he asked, as Viggo nodded wondering idly what pleasure he would
be shown next. Orlando slid down Viggo’s body until he reached the
erection that was curved towards his stomach and with teasing licks and
gentle kisses began his ascent to the tip of the weeping erection,
tongue snaking out to gather the pearlescent drops of pre-come. “Mm,
you taste divine, as I knew you would.” His fingers were sliding back
in and out of Viggo’s body as he curled his fingers and pressed
upwards. “God,
it’s good.” He hissed through clenched teeth, as Orlando skimmed his
lips over the tip of Viggo’s penis and then took it into his mouth and
began to hum, his thumb rubbing against that inch of hypersensitive
skin, as he slid his fingers in and out a bit faster. Viggo’s eyes
rolled beneath the blindfold up into his skull as he was reaching his
peak even as Orlando began to scissor his fingers to open Viggo up even
more. “I
know, but I must stop for a moment because there is something else I
wish to do to that body of yours…” he said softly, pulling his
fingers out and pressing on certain pressure points to make Viggo’s
erection fade like the stars at dawn. A groan of disappointment left his
lips as his erection wilted. Orlando reached into the drawer once more,
pulling out a small bottle and a condom. “I do not want you to blow
just yet.” He whispered with a smile, as he took the cherry flavored
gel and opened it, he trickled the liquid over Viggo’s nipple and
rubbed it in with his thumb, “Can you feel this, heating against your
skin? He asked, “you know, I already know who it is that you want, who
it is that you need.” His voice was seductively soft as he spoke, the
pad of his thumb lazily circling the hardening nub. Viggo
shivered as passion flowed through his veins like molten lava and as it
raced through his system like a wildfire he felt his erection growing
once more, though he felt slightly shamed by the thought that this man
might know who it was that he indeed loved from afar. “Why can you not
tell me who it is?” was the question that left Orlando’s lips as he
brushed his tongue over the hardening peak, circling it then exhaling
softly, “tell me who it is that holds your heart in his hands.” Viggo
fought against the desire to tell this person everything as his body
burned with awareness, “No… I… I can’t….” he whispered,
clinging to the headboard behind him. There were gentle ripples that
moved steadily towards his groin as Orlando traced his fingers over
Viggo’s chest to this erection and spread just a little bit of the
motion lotion there and rubbed it in with his strong fingers. “Ahh!”
Viggo sighed, as those fingers came into contact with his already hard
length making it pulsate in yearning. “I
will reward you if you tell me something… anything of this mysterious
person.” “He
is younger…” Viggo responded, voice whisper soft as he hoped this
would be enough for the fire was growing in leaps and bounds to epic
proportions and the fact that Orlando was blowing cool air from his lips
over his erection was not helping matters any. Orlando
rewarded him with a long swipe of his tongue along the vein that ran
along the underside of the sensitive skin of his erection, and
whispered, “And you are worried that he will not reciprocate those
feelings of love because you are older than he is?” “Yess…”
Viggo hissed again this time in anguish and reaction to the wonderful
things that the nimble muscle was doing to his synapses, for they had
fried again and his brain was completely gone. “Mmhmm,
and what if I told you that he loves you more than you think, and he
would willingly give his life for yours if the need arose?” another
soft lick and caress of that wet tongue that made Viggo howl in
response. “How…
how do you know this?” Orlando
smiled as he left the bed and Viggo nearly groaned at the loss of
contact but all Orlando did was strip quickly out of his pants and
shoes, the bed dipped once more and Viggo felt the naked form slide atop
his own, their erections brushing together in alluring ecstasy that
drove them both higher. “Dina, my Ranger.” He whispered as he felt
the older man beneath him quake and press himself upwards, a soft moan,
fingers forming fists in the cuffs that bound him. “Do you want me
within you?” he inquired, continuing, “in one hard thrust or inch by
inch?” “Hard…
oh god... make it hard, please!” the last word was a cry of sheer
craving as he arched his body into his lover’s biting hard at the side
of the neck he met, sucking and teasing the flesh with teeth and tongue
leaving his own mark upon the man who tortured him so. Growling low in
the base of his throat at the bite, Orlando pulled his neck from
Viggo’s mouth though he enjoyed the sensation that had rocked his very
core; and tore open the packet. Fingers
trembled as he slid the condom onto his length, as he greased it with
lube and slid between Viggo’s open thighs. Reaching beneath the taut
buttocks he placed Viggo’s thighs atop his own and pressed the tip of
his erection at the opening he was about to breach. “My Ranger wants
to be taken, are you begging me… Viggo.” He said, whispering the
name as he pressed gently. A
snarling growl, “Take me, damn you! I’m burning… I’m screaming
your name…” {Scream
the animal scream…} “Such
language from your lips…” he chided softly, as he pushed inside even
slower and that was a challenge for the tight heat was driving him
closer to the edge of his own control. The slow invasion was
excruciatingly sensual in itself and the heat from the motion lotion was
making his erection burn. He wanted so much more and it showed as he
wrapped his legs around the lithe hips of his lover and tried to pull
him deeper within. Orlando angled himself and brushed over Viggo’s
prostate as he slid home and stayed there for a long moment, “God, you
are so tight, my Ranger… but I know what it is that you truly want.” Viggo’s
eyes fluttered beneath the blindfold at the full breach of his body and
the sensation of the hard erection within him and not moving was driving
him senseless and wilder with every passing second. “If you know, then by God do it!” he cursed, his fists
tugging at the bonds harder. Orlando
leaned down and whispered against his lips, “ask me nice, my Ranger
and I may just let you have it.” Was all he said as he rotated his
hips hard into the older man beneath him, his hand sliding over the
planes of Viggo’s chest and abdomen. Viggo tightened around the
erection that was buried within him and arched his back. “Please,
fuck me… I… I need something.” Orlando
howled in rapture as Viggo clenched around him sending his body into
euphoric shudders as he pulled back and slammed home, brushing against
the gland within that would make Viggo see stars, but he wouldn’t stop
there…he wanted Viggo to see a supernova. Leaning down he growled into
Viggo’s ear, “How long as it been, Ranger mine? How long have you
wanted your younger lover to take you in any way that you wished?”
then nipped at the earlobe with his teeth, tugging on it softly. “Forever…
I’ve wanted it forever… since we first met…” Viggo responded in
a keening wail of pleasure and pain. “It is complicated…” “Nothing
is more complicated than love, Strider, but you must grab a hold of it
before it consumes you. Promise me that you will live for your
love…tell him how you feel.” He murmured as he willed his hips to
stay still, his fingers encompassing Viggo’s erection and stroking it
softly. “Promise me.” Viggo
moaned as he couldn’t articulate the conflicts within him, while this
man was taking him so sweetly, between the hard thrusts that he welcomed
he realized that his lover had stopped moving and dazedly whispered,
“promise?” his mind awhirl for all he wanted was fulfillment. “PROMISE
ME!” he snarled as he withdrew to the point where only the tip of his
erection was still embedded within Viggo. “Promise me that you will
not hold back and you will tell him that you love him.” Ready
to promise him the world so great was his need and the frustration that
was caused by his lover enough to make him howl. “I promise… please,
just fuck me.” A
smile covered Orlando’s lips as he fucked him hard and fast, just as
he wanted, grunts of pleasure leaving his throat as he stroked Viggo’s
erection in time with his rapid thrusts, “Come for me, Viggo, let me
watch you come for me.” He whispered huskily into Viggo’s ear as he
was so close he could see the stars bursting behind his eyes. Meeting
each thrust fully Viggo couldn’t contain the cries that left his lips
as he reveled in sensation. “ORLANDO!”
he screamed in harsh joy, body spasming as he released in rocking
convulsions. The word that was ripped from Orlando’s throat was no
more than Viggo’s name as he came deep in his lover’s body,
withdrawing a few moments later to dispose of the condom and wiped off
Viggo’s stomach with a tissue. “Remember
your promise to me.” He whispered, kissing Viggo’s forehead,
“Sleep.” Exhausted from both the intense lovemaking and the emotions
that his captor made him expose Viggo did just that, murmuring
Orlando’s name under his breath. Silently and gently, Orlando uncuffed
Viggo’s wrists and dressed himself in a pair of jeans and nothing else
as he took the wig off his head and set it aside, picking up his pack of
cigarettes he left the trailer knowing that Viggo was eventually going
to wake up and discover who he was and that scared him. Viggo
slept for a few moments but not that long as he sat straight up in the
strange trailer. Disoriented, he combed through his hair with his hands
and looked around. Wandering into the bathroom he looked into the mirror
where he saw that all the signs were there, the bite mark on his neck,
the motion lotion that lingered around his still erect nipple. That
was real, that was no dream. He wandered out in bare feet to the
living room and glanced around for it seemed very familiar to him but he
couldn’t make any sense of it right now. As he prowled the trailer
restlessly he drank in the details of this place, the collection of his
poems on the table, pressing the play button it was the soft sounds of
his own voice came from the speakers and he knew. He didn’t even have
to look over to the counter where he saw the blond wig and the
prosthetic ears. “Fuck,” the word was expelled from his lips as he
recalled the information he had revealed and the promise that he had
made. Orlando
heard him moving around in the trailer and swallowed heavily as a part
of him wanted to run away and hide in shame but the other half of him
wanted to stay, because he realized that this was going to happen sooner
or later and he would face it like a man. He stood in the shadows and
pulled on the cigarette that rested between his lips the orange tip
illuminating his features briefly; but it’s when he heard the curse he
winced visibly. The last thing he wanted to face was Viggo’s wrath for
that would surely come but he stood his ground as he ground the
cigarette out and looked at his trailer with sad chocolate eyes. Grabbing
his pants he slid them on and moved towards the door of the trailer and
as he stepped into the moonlight, it turned his dark hair silver and
though his head was lowered he felt someone there and looked up sharply.
Orlando was standing there in the shadows of a tree, the moonlight
falling on his body with dappled shadows through the leaves of the tree
he stood beneath. His eyes were haunted and there was a large mark on
his neck where Viggo remembered biting the man who made love to him.
Viggo heard Orlando sigh and watched as the slender young man ran a
trembling hand through his hair but he said nothing, for in Orlando’s
mind there was nothing that he could say to undo what had been done. A
lone tear that sparkled in the light slid from his eye and traced its
way down his cheek but it was enough to break Viggo’s heart. Quickly,
and not knowing how he reached Orlando’s side so swiftly, Viggo wiped
the tear from Orlando’s cheek, marveling at how soft the skin was
beneath the roughened pad of his thumb. “God, Orlando, don’t cry.
I’m not angry with you, just embarrassed by my own foolishness.” He
whispered. Orlando
turned his face into that hand and whispered, “I…I wanted to tell
you, wake you, but when I saw you in there it was almost easier to be
someone else. When I saw you there, I just couldn’t…” his voice
trailed off as he choked on the tears that rose in his throat like bile. “Tell
me what, Orli?” he asked for the first time using the nickname that
everyone else called him, his voice gentle and seductive. His fingers
threaded through Orlando’s hair and gently pulled the younger man
towards his body. “That
I… that I loved you.” The whisper barely left his mouth, his head
going down to look everywhere else but at Viggo. He swallowed as Viggo
cupped his face in his hands and raised it so that he had to look into
those blue-gray eyes but what he saw there made his entire form vibrate
with love. “I
have a promise to keep to you, do you remember?” he asked, as Viggo
found himself drowning in Orlando’s chocolate gaze which was darker
and filled with love and trust. “I
remember…” lost in that gaze that trapped his very soul, he placed a
gentle finger against Viggo’s lips and continued, “but don’t say
it unless you mean it.” “I
could never do that, for it would only hurt us both and that is the last
thing that I want to do. You are precious to me, my Elven Prince.” As
he leaned down and brushed his lips over Orlando’s in a whisper soft
caress. Orlando’s eyes went wide as Viggo kissed him so tenderly, so
delicately and it set his soul aflame as he tangled his fingers in
Viggo’s hair and pulled him closer as he groaned under the onslaught
of that kiss. Viggo
kissed him lazily, licking his lower lip luxuriously slow and he pressed
the younger man into the tree at his back, molding his body against
Orlando’s. Surprised by the passion that he was feeling, Viggo growled
into the soft, pliant mouth as Orlando wrapped one leg around Viggo and
ravaged his mouth only to break the soul-searing kiss and whispered,
“Let’s go to bed, Ranger mine.” “I
was hoping you’d say that.” He growled in response as he gripped the
younger man tight in his arms. Orlando
grinned like the Cheshire cat who ate all the cream, “So, you want an
Elf in your bed?” he asked with that mischievous grin and took
Viggo’s hand in his own heading back towards his trailer. “Only
if that elf is you, Orli, I don’t want anyone else.” He whispered
huskily as he followed along. Once they were inside, Orlando’s fingers
were gentle and light as he removed Viggo’s pants then removed his own
jeans for they had both ventured out barefoot. Together they tumbled
back onto the bed and Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando, holding him
close to his heart. Orlando
rolled then, placing Viggo on his side with his head over the young
man’s heart. “Sleep, my Ranger. Rest.” He whispered, stroking
Viggo’s hair as the older man slept. Smiling to himself at having
Viggo in his embrace and wrapped in his love Orlando closed his eyes and
fell asleep. Several
trailers away, Sean was standing in the shadows of his own trailer
watching as the new couple headed inside together finally a couple.
“’Bout bloody time.” He whispered, heading into his own trailer
for some much needed sleep. {If
someone like you, found someone like me. Then suddenly nothing would
ever be the same, my heart would take wing, and I’d feel so alive…if
someone like you loved me…} The
moon, bright and beautiful shone through the windows of Orlando’s
trailer casting the couple in soft light as they slept, serene and
comfortable in each other’s arms. There were no more nights of
dreaming erotic dreams of the other, for all their dreams had finally
come true. |