Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: The aftermath. 

Beta: Salix

Archive: VOLA, Mirrormere. All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Well, here it is, a couple of days early.  Many, many thanks to my lovely beta, Salix, for kicking me in the butt and for doing a bang up job in a quick amount of time. 

Posted May 6th, 2005

Miserable doesn´t even begin to describe how I feel as I get my things from Orli´s house. When I get back, I grab my bottle of Crown Royal and down shots until I pass out on the sofa. 

I don´t have any more nightmares that night. That´s the good news. The bad news is that when I wake up, all of my muscles are aching and my head feels like it´s about to explode. I also think some sort of furry animal just crawled inside my mouth and died. 

Somehow, I drag my ass over to the bathroom to clean up. Shit, I´m glad Aragorn is supposed to look tired and worn, or else Tanya will flay me for the bags under my eyes. I take a quick shower, grab my script and get ready for another day of work. 

Well, at least that was the original plan. Orli and I are both so out of it that we blow a huge amount of takes. Everyone´s frustrated as hell, so Peter dismisses the two of us after I tell him about what happened last night. I try to protest, but he tells me that he can film some scenes of Sam and Frodo crawling around on the rocks near Emyn Muil. 

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I´ve barely dragged myself home when my phone rings. I grab it, thinking that it´s Peter calling. "Hello?" 

"Viggo? Hey, it´s Sean. What´s this bollocks about you and Orli being quits now?" 

Shit, Orli must have told him. "It´s true, we broke up last night." 

There´s a pause on the phone, and then Sean replies, "Shite. It sounds like you need a drink, mate. Maybe several." 

This better not be an excuse for him to lay into me. "Uh, aren´t you pissed off at me? You looked like you were going to rip my head off and shit down my neck on Monday." 

I hear a snort at the other end. "Yeah, well...what was I to think? I go for takeaway after a great puppy play scene, and when I came back, Orli was ranting about the fight you just had. I wanted to spend the rest of the weekend having some mind-blowing sex; but because of your row, I wound up having to play agony aunt to a narked elf." 

"Fuck, I´m sorry." 

I start launching into a protracted apology, but Sean cuts me off. "Forget it, that´s water under the bridge. You sound like you could use some company while you get completely shit-faced." 

The mention of drinking again makes me grimace. "Ugh. I think I´ve had enough booze. I downed most of my scotch last night and now I´ve got a hell of a hangover." 

Sean makes a desultory noise. "What kind of a Dane are you? Elijah´s little sister can handle more than that. Come on, mate, it´s just a beer. Hair of the dog, remember? And I´m going to keep on you until you say yes." 

Damnit, he´s in one of those moods. He really will badger me until I give in. "Fine. I´ll be over in a few." 

"Actually, I´ll pick you up. I have to go out and restock anyway. Besides, I want to make sure that you don´t run off into the woods or something." 

Yeah, Sean knows me too well. "All right. Fine." 

He chuckles. "Goodbye, you daft bugger." 

"Bye." 

After I hang up, Sean drives over to my house in record time, and we swing by the liquor store to pick up some beer. We then make our way back to his place, and once we´re inside, Sean motions to me to help myself to the alcohol while he bustles around the kitchen. 

I pop the cap off and take a long chug. Ah, that really does hit the spot. Still, I don´t want to talk about the split, so I just park my ass on the couch and start rambling about whatever comes to mind. 

I stop when I hear a car pulling into the driveway. Hmmm, sounds familiar...oh shit, that´s Orli´s car. I´m about to give Sean hell when he gives me a withering glare that kills any argument. 

"Stay right where you are, Vig. I´ll beat your arse if I have to."  There´s no warmth in his voice, telling me that he won´t accept any compromises. He´s also buffed out from doing all that rock climbing in the morning, so he really could kick my ass with ease. 

Just my fucking luck, I have to sit tight and obey him. 

There´s a knock on the door and Sean gives me another evil look before he goes over to answer it. Once the door is opened, Orlando flings himself at Sean, crushing him in a bear hug. 

"Fuck, man. Thanks for the invite. I need to yabber to someone who´ll understand..." Orli stops babbling at that moment because he´s finally spotted me. Shit, I know Orli -- his first impulse will be to run. 

Sean probably realized this too, because he grabs Orli and hauls him into the living room, tossing him onto the couch beside me. 

Orli sputters indignantly, but Sean says, "You twats are going to sit here until you work things out." 

"What? Sean, I *told* you that Viggo called me a sick bastard..." Orli whines. 

"I did fucking not!" 

"SHUT IT!"  Sean barks. "Fuck! You two are worse than my girls! Sit the fuck down and don´t talk unless I ask you to." 

Orli replies, "And what if I don´t want to?" 

An evil glint comes into Sean´s eye. "Then I´ll have to fetch something from my toy box...perhaps the new stuff that I bought during my last trip to London?" 

Orli blanches and closes his mouth. 

"Better," Sean says. "Now, let´s start from the beginning. What happened after I left, Viggo?" 

"I checked my messages, and one of them was from Henry. He´s visiting this weekend...and I´m not sure how I can face him after all that we did." 

Sean looks at me with skepticism. "Is that all? I doubt that Orli would toss you out on your ear just for that..."

"No, Orli didn´t seem concerned at all about what Henry would think about our relationship. In fact, he seemed to think that it was okay if we paraded our kinky lifestyle in front of my son." 

Orlando opens his mouth, but Sean makes a zipping motion. "Vig, I heard Orli´s side of the story on Sunday...can you do me a big favor?" 

Good old Sean. I can always count on him to see the wiser side of things. "Sure." 

"Tell me *exactly* what Orli said that started the row." 

"He said, ´What´s the big deal? It´s not like we did it in front of him.´ As if my concerns didn´t count at all." 

I expect Orli to make an outburst, but he looks at me like I just kicked a wounded puppy. Oh shit...I think I made a mistake. 

"Viggo," Sean says, "Get your head out of your arse, you twat. You completely overreacted. Orli didn´t say *anything* about doing it in front of Henry. And being into kink doesn´t reflect on your ability to be a parent. Shit, I was still really active in the BDSM scene after Lorna was born." 

While I´m trying to process this, Sean adds, "How in fuck do you think I met my wives in the first place, you thick bastard? You know I won´t hook up with vanilla people." 

I´m stunned at this point, and I just open my mouth and close it, completely at a loss for words. 

Sean pats my shoulder. "Look," he says. "I know this new for you, and I know this is frightening territory. But honestly, do you really think that Orli would do that in front of Henry?" 

"No," I say in a small voice. Shit, I´m a fucking idiot. "Orli...I´m so sorry..."

Orlando shifts uncomfortably and looks uncertain, as if he´s not sure what to think. 

Sean says, "Christ, Viggo, it´s not like you to fly off the handle like that. What the fuck is going on in that head of yours?" 

What else? There isn´t anything else. Okay, there are little annoying habits that Orli has, but that´s not what´s pissing me off...

Sean interrupts my wandering thoughts. "Think, damnit. You don´t usually just blow up and sod off for no good reason." 

I focus and wrack my brain, running through everything that´s happened with our relationship. I flash back to that evil little voice yesterday in the Cuntebago. "It´s just...I´ve made so many changes for Orlando, and I don´t feel like he´s being very understanding about what I really need from him when we play." 

Orli looks like he´s about to say something, but one glare from Sean makes him shut up. 

"He makes rules and just changes them. He never asked me about inviting you over. And although I liked it, I wanted some more warning. He also told me that we would strictly confine our playing to home, and that he´d always use my collar as a signal that we were starting a scene. But he´s been gradually sliding on that -- when he was prepping me for fisting, he made me stick to a diet on the set." 

Sean turns to Orli and says, "Did you?" 

Orli sits up and glares. "It was for his own good, man! I didn´t want him eating any little seeds because that would irritate everything. And Vig´s come along so fast that he doesn´t need the whole definite signal thing, I mean, he can adapt as well as any sub. Fuck, he was so hungry for more that it was actually kind of scary." 

I interrupt, "Orli, I need that structure. Some of this is still overwhelming. I haven´t said anything because I thought I could deal with being surprised."  I look him straight in the eye. "And you know what? I can´t. We´re going too fast, and I think we need to slow down. In fact, I´m not even sure if we´re going to see each other after filming wraps. You haven´t said anything." 

"Oh," Orli replies. He goes silent again and nibbles his lip, as if he´s taking everything in. "I´m sorry...I...fuck, I assumed that you were doing okay," he mumbles before he sinks down into the cushions. 

There´s just dead air between us now, but my brain is working in overdrive. I see now that I was too much in love and too new to kink to bring up my issues. I guess I thought that as a sub, I had no say when Orli overstepped his rules. And that when he pushed me too hard, it would make him happier if I just took it. 

I also think that on a subconscious level, I was dreading what was going to happen after we wrapped, so I just buried my head in the sand, not wanting to stir up trouble and ruin our relationship before principal photography ended. 

So instead, I just let everything pile up until I exploded. Good move there, Mortensen; I should have been honest from the beginning. 

I look at Orli and say, "I thought I was doing fine, too. But I think I ignored all of the things that were actually irritating me because I was too eager to please you." 

Orli runs his hand through his mohawk, still uncertain of things. Poor baby, this isn´t easy. 

I look at him and say gently, "Orli, I think I´ll be okay if you could just stick to your rules...and ask me before we try anything new. Please? And I think we need to moderate our pace a little more." 

"Okay..." He looks at me with his soulful eyes. "And shit, I hadn´t given any thought to what was going to happen after we´re done filming. I just kind of thought it would work out, you know?" 

I kick myself again. I should have figured that Orli would say that. I wasn´t much better at his age -- your significant other isn´t saying anything, so things must be okay. After all, they would bring it up if something was bugging them, right? 

Maybe I should change my job occupation to "complete dumbass". I seem to be overqualified for it right now. 

I´m about to beat myself up more, but Orli´s voice disrupts my wool-gathering. "And while we´re airing things out...I wanted to tell you that the misunderstanding about Henry did nark me...but that ´perverted´ comment on Sunday was what really fucking hurt." 

"That was an accident," I protest. "I didn´t mean to say it." 

Sean says, "Viggo, shut the fuck up. It´s Orli´s turn to talk." 

I´m about to tell Sean to piss off, but I stop myself. Damnit, he´s right, I need to clam up and hear Orli out. I turn to look at Orlando again. Oh my God, I can´t believe the pain that´s showing on his face. 

His tongue darts out to nervously wet his upper lip before he speaks. "After Jemma and I broke up, I should by all rights have been put off of trusting anyone. She killed me inside with all of her comments, made me feel like less than nothing... but, like, I loved you enough to let you in, and then you..." his voice breaks and he hugs his knees to his chest, looking incredibly small. "I felt lower than dirt after you said that..." His voice wavers, "I´m sorry about the ultimatum yesterday, but I was so angry..."

Jesus Christ. I now see what my outburst did. Slowly, I extend my hand out. "Oh, baby...what can I do to get you to forgive me?" 

Tense moments pass, and then Orli clasps my hand in his. "Promise me that you´ll never call me sick, demented, or abnormal for liking kink. Accept that this is part of who I am." 

"Oh, Orli...of course I do." 

"And I´m in for the long haul, Viggo. This isn´t just a fling for me. It never was." 

I look deep into his eyes, as he silently bares his soul to me, pouring everything that he´s been wanting to say into one look. And with that one look, I can tell that he´ll do everything in his power to make this work. "I believe you. I want this to be permanent," I reply. 

My heart soars when he gives me one of his megawatt smiles in response. The grin soon fades thought, and Orli says tentatively, "Er...and do you still want to play? You don´t have to say yes if you don´t want to, but I´d really like it if you did. I mean, if you don´t, I can find another person to play with, you know if that´s okay with you..."

I put my fingers over his lips to shush him. "Yes," I purr. "I still want to be yours."  I replace my fingers with my lips, kissing him as softly as I can manage. 

He yields to me immediately, opening and sliding his tongue over mine. God, I missed the feel of his soft mouth against mine; his hands tangling in my hair, the small whimpers he makes when I explore his mouth. I press him closer, trying to pour how much I love him, how much I need him into my kiss. 

I push my hands under his shirt and run my thumbs over his nipples. I vaguely hear Sean grunt something, but frankly, I don´t give a shit right now. Hope he enjoys watching. 

Orli isn´t paying any attention, either. He gasps and reaches for my crotch, but I stop him. "Let me do all the work," I murmur. "I was the bigger asshole."  His head is tilted back, and I can´t resist leaning in to suck on the silky column of his neck. 

"Your arsehole is anything *but* big...oh God!"  he moans as I latch onto the hollow of his throat. He quivers in my arms as I hike his t-shirt up, arching towards me and silently begging for more. 

I drop kisses along his chest, pausing to admire how beautiful he is. I know that Orli´s self-conscious about the size of his nipples, but to me, they´re just perfect. I blow a puff of hot air at them, grinning when they furl into stiff peaks. Orli lets out a plaintive whimper, and I swoop down, slowly running my tongue over the hard nubs until he´s writhing in my grasp. 

"Viggo," he breathes, pressing his crotch to mine. I´m not ready to relinquish my new toy, though, so I lightly scrape my teeth over his nipples until he´s clawing at my shirt. 

"Christ, fucking hurry up and fucking fuck me!"  he growls. 

I chuckle against his soft skin and continue to torment him. Orli´s eyes darken, and he suddenly flips me over, pinning me down on the couch. 

He snarls, "Fuck. Me. Now...or I swear to God that I´ll tear your clothes off and sit on your cock for the rest of the week." 

That really isn´t an effective threat, but I think if I laugh right now, I´m going to regret it. I whip his shirt off, and Orli grinds his erection against mine, destroying whatever functioning brain cells I had left, replacing every thought with pure lust. 

I grab his ass and buck upward, pressing the lump in my pants against him. He moans and gyrates against me, increasing the friction until I almost cream my pants. 

Somewhere in the sex-crazed fog surrounding my mind, I finally realize that we should have some privacy. Much as I hate to, we should stop dry humping each other and go back to Orli´s house. 

I peer over Orli´s shoulder, but the room is empty. That´s weird...where did Sean go? While I´m looking around, I spot a note on the coffee table. Hmm, that´s odd...

"Hey! I didn´t say to stop!"  Orli pouts as I reach for the note. "Seeeean, he´s being mean again..." he whines, turning his head around. His protest dies on his lips when he notices that we´re the only ones here. "Oi, where´s Bean?" 

I laugh and hand Orli the scrap of paper. "Looks like Sean made a discreet exit." 

Orli looks carefully at it and reads, "´The lube´s in the drawer next to the left side of the couch. I´ll be back later tonight, after you´re all shagged out.´" He grins at me. "Pervy bastard." 

I open the drawer, and sure enough, there´s a bottle in there. "Mmm, we´ll have to thank him later."  I help Orli to his feet before I strip him out of his jeans, socks, and shoes. I ditch the rest of my clothes in a matter of seconds, and then I stand in front of Orlando, reaching down to lazily stroke my erection. 

His tongue darts out, and he licks his lips, his eyes darkening as he watches my every move. "See something you like?"  I purr. 

Orli groans before he sits on the edge of the couch and spreads his legs open. "Hell, yes. I want you." 

The sheer need in his voice causes my dick to twitch. Grabbing the lube, I promptly squeeze some gel onto my fingers and push two inside of him, gasping when I feel how hot he is. Orli lets out a deep, low cry and squeezes my fingers. "Viggo, please..."

I spread the gel on my cock and slide into him, forcing myself to take my time. 

"Oh fuck!"  Orli moans, throwing his head back against the cushions. He looks so damn sexy -- his cheeks are flushed, and his fingers are gripping the cushions tightly as I slowly impale him. "Yessss," he hisses. "So good..."

"So hot," I groan as I touch bottom. I pull back until the head of my cock almost pops free and then I slide back in, reveling in the tightness squeezing my length. 

"Viiiig," he pleads, but I keep him on edge, pushing into him with long, unhurried strokes until he´s thrashing underneath me. 

I´ve pulled back again when Orli growls and finally locks his legs around my waist. He grabs my butt and slams me down, causing me to bury myself as deep as possible inside of his tight hole. 

My fragile control breaks and I clutch his hips, my fingers digging into his skin as I fuck him without mercy, pounding into his sweet ass until he howls with each stroke. Orli is shrieking like a banshee now, his wails increasing in volume as I plunge into him; the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing loudly inside the room. I press myself against him and kiss him hard, stabbing my tongue into his mouth at the same speed as my cock. 

With a plaintive mewl, Orli tears his lips away. "Need to come," he moans, "Please." 

I reach down and grab his dripping prick. "Show me, baby," I rasp, tugging on his hard flesh. "Shoot your hot load over me." 

"Oh God, YES!"  Orli screams as he bucks upward. His prick jerks in my hand and he coats my chest with long, white streams. 

I gasp as he clamps down around me, sending me over the edge. I shove forward one last time, coming inside of him and filling him with my spunk. Spots dance in front of my eyes as he squeezes me, milking every last drop from my cock. Every muscle in my body shakes as the last shocks of my orgasm pass through me, and then I collapse on top of him, completely drained. 

We just lie there for a while, buzzing in the afterglow. "That was fucking fantastic."  Orli finally says, breaking the silence. 

I kiss his slender neck, lapping at the perspiration beaded on the surface. "Mmm...gotta thank Sean for pointing us to his lube." 

Orli lifts a floppy hand and runs it through my hair. "Yeah, but I want to take you home now. I don´t think even Sean would appreciate us fucking in his bed without asking first." 

Home. I never thought I´d hear those words out of Orli´s mouth again. God, how could I have let him go? 

"Is that an order?"  I say, teasing him. 

Orli cups my chin in his hand and lifts my head so that I can look him in the eye. His face softens and he says, "No, I don´t have your collar here. And I want to do this right."  He presses his forehead to mine. "I´m terrible at talking about this sort of thing, but I missed you so fucking much. I want to do everything I can to make this relationship work." 

I kiss the tip of his nose. "So do I, baby. So do I." 

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end part 15

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