Boundaries
part 16/20
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: A visit from Henry.
Warnings: Slight angst, but you know me by now.
Archive: VOLA, OEAM, Mirrormere, Aniron. 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:
Oops, I'm a couple of days late. Sorry
about that, folks. And Lainey, many apologies. I know
I promised kink, but pacing wise, it didn´t work out. I
did write some extra smut in, and I hope that will suffice.
Posted May 22, 2005
I´m naked and tied up again, struggling while Legolas stares at me with his ancient, knowing eyes. He runs a hand down my trembling body, chuckling under his breath as I try to bite back a soft moan.
"You cannot resist me," he purrs, dropping kisses along my chest.
"No," I protest in a small voice, trying to will my body to not respond to his caresses. I´m trying in vain...I arch up, pressing my aching cock towards him.
"Legolas, please..." I moan before I´m engulfed in wet heat.
I buck upward, my head spinning out of control...feeling the world dissolve around me and grow lighter...
I´m momentarily disoriented when I wake up. I expect to be in my bed, but I get my bearings and I remembered that Orli and I fell asleep in his house after we had more make-up sex.
I hear a loud slurp and my eyes roll back into my head as a huge amount of suction is applied to my dick. I force my sleep-fuzzed brain to concentrate, and I glance downward. Mmm...that´s a nice sight. Orlando´s lying between my legs, and my cock is lodged firmly down his throat.
His cheeks hollow and he resumes sucking me, running his tongue along the underside of my hard flesh. I try to thrust upward, but Orlando is holding my hips down and preventing any movement.
I try in protest, but my words become lost in a choked cry when I feel his tongue flickering along the seam of my cock. My brain continues to short-circuit as that luscious, soft mouth continues to drive me insane.
Long moments pass before I can gather enough coherency to gasp out, "Orli...please...let me move."
Orli purrs and swings his body around, letting his cock hover just above my lips. The scent of his arousal is heavy in the air, and I stretch upward to lick off the moisture welling at the tip of his erection. The drops are warm on my tongue, and I roll them around my mouth, relishing the salty taste.
He groans at the contact, and the vibration around my dick just sends a jolt through every inch of my body. I mirror Orli´s cry, and he chooses that moment to push down, feeding his cock to me.
I open my throat, letting Orli slide in until he´s buried up to the hilt. At the same time, he sucks harder, pulling back until my cock almost pops out of his mouth and then swallowing me in one gulp again. I moan loudly, and I hear an answering grunt from him.
Our suckling seems to echoes throughout the room as we blow each other. Orli mewls when I hollow my cheeks and swipe my tongue along his hard shaft.
After I trace a long spiral, he pulls up and breathes, "Oh God...fuck, just like that..." before he begins to rock his hips, trying to get more friction.
I suck for all I´m worth, humming steadily at the same time. He thrusts into me, filling my mouth over and over again. I revel in the musky taste of his cock as it slides over my tongue, and I lap at him with enthusiasm, trying to get more. My head´s spinning as he continues to devour me, his soft whimpers making me ache until I feel like I´m going to burst.
On his next upstroke, I push my tongue into his slit and twirl it around. Orli cries out and increases his speed, bobbing that tempting ass of his up and down as he fucks my mouth.
I remember that we had pushed the lube to my side of the bed before we fell asleep. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that the bottle is within easy grabbing distance. Hmmm, that gives me an idea...
I quietly flick the cap open, swirling my tongue along Orli´s cock to keep him distracted. He whimpers and pushes down, still lost in sensation. After I squeeze some gel onto my fingers, I push them into Orli´s hole, curling the tips downward.
He shrieks as I touch his prostate, and he rams his hips down, letting my cock go so that he can let out a full-throated scream as he comes. His nails dig into my skin, and I savor the fact that there are going to be marks later on.
His cock twitches and only yields a few drops, but I work my throat muscles, trying to milk out what I can. He quivers in my grasp, lost in ecstasy; unable to move until he begins to soften.
He sighs, "Holy fuck," before he shivers and collapses weakly to the side. I rotate around so that I can face him, pulling him close and ignoring the ache in my groin.
His eyes blearily open and he says, "We still need to take care of you..."
"I´m fine," I lie.
"Oh shush," Orli says. "You´re dripping like a bitch in heat." His fingers swirl along the tip of my cock and I groan. His voice drops to a low growl. "You need to fuck me, don´t you?"
Christ, I could just come from the sound of his voice. "God...Orli..."
Orlando wraps his legs around my waist and rolls onto his back. "Come on, you know you want to do it, old man," he purrs. "You want to make me walk around with your hot load up my arse all day, reminding me that I´m yours."
Oh, holy hell. He´s going to kill me. Growling, I grab Orli´s legs and push them to the side roughly, causing Orli to squeak. Before he has a chance to recover, I push forward, sliding into his lubed hole without much resistance.
Orli´s eyelashes flutter as I sink into him, and his breath is escaping in short little hitches. I flex my hips, making my cock twitch against his prostate. He groans, thrashing around in my grip. When he finally looks back at me, his eyes are black pools of desire.
"Give it to me hard," he says in a low, throaty rasp, reaching up to grab the headboard.
All coherent thought just goes out the window, and I make a guttural noise before I slam into him, causing his body to shake with the force of my thrust. Orli´s nails dig into the wood and he snarls at me, "Harder!"
Shuddering, I grab his hips and pound into him, humping him without any grace or mercy. All I want to do is come, and Orli meets each of my savage thrusts, crying out wildly. My whole body is electrified, lost in his heat and tightness when he clamps down on me, squeezing me with as much force as he can muster.
Oh. Fuck. My balls draw up before I bury myself deep inside of him, throwing my head back to howl at the force of my orgasm. Time seems to stop as lights explode behind my eyes, and then all of the energy drains out of me; I collapse on top of Orli, feeling weak as a kitten.
The room is still spinning when Orli says, "You´re squishing me."
Grumbling, I pull out and flop down onto my back beside him. He winds his arms around me and scoots closer, pressing his sweaty body against my side.
I´m almost drifting off when I feel Orli burying his face in my neck. He breathes, "Missed you."
"Mmm...missed you, too," I say, stroking his damp hair.
Orli smushes his face in a little further and then pulls away. His eyes are serious as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "When does Henry arrive?"
I sigh. Orli´s timing is pretty bad, but we really do need to talk about the impending visit.
"Friday morning."
"Have you figured out what you´re going to do?"
"No, not really." I close my eyes before I say the next sentence. "He doesn´t know about you yet, baby. And, um...as far as he knows, I´m straight." I brace myself for an explosion.
It never comes. Orli just mutters a curse under his breath and then presses a tender kiss to my chest. "It´s okay, I understand."
I´m a bit dumbfounded, but Orli says, "Look, I´m sure you have your reasons for not telling Henry. So, I suppose that you´re going to want to stay at your place for a bit?"
Crap. I didn´t mean to inconvenience Orli like that. I try to come up with a happy medium, but my brain just won´t fire.
When it does finally work, the only idea I can come up with is pretty farfetched. "Are you sure that´s all right? I can bring you with me to the airport instead..." Orli presses his hand to my lips.
"No, that would be daft. Let Henry settle down before you tell him about us."
He´s right, but I still don´t like the idea of being separated again. Not when we just got back together. "Are you sure? We still have some things to work out..."
"And one of them was the fact that I didn´t really think about Henry´s feelings," he interrupts. "I don´t want to give him a reason to hate me, and if that means a bit of frustration, then I´ll suffer." His eyes sparkle with mischief. "I´ll just cuddle up to Dom or Sean in the meanwhile."
I glare at Orli and he chuckles. He kisses my nose, saying, "You´re sexy when you get all possessive, you know that?"
Great, I´m not really in the mood to be teased right now. "And what are you going to do about it?" I bristle.
Orli presses against me and purrs, "How does fucking you into next week sound?" He´s hard again, and he rubs himself in slow circles against my hip.
My hormones immediately banish away any thoughts of annoyance. But I don´t want him to think I´m that easy. Good thing that Orli can never resist a dare. "I´d like to see you try. We all know how fragile the elves are."
"Fragile? I´ll show you fragile, old man."
As Orli pounces on me, I notice that we have a call in three hours. I´m going to be honest -- at this moment I don´t give a flying fuck. I´m reunited with this wonderful man, and I intend to enjoy every second.
***
We´re pretty bleary when we stumble into the Cuntebago;
I don´t think we stopped making love until
Orli noticed that we had exactly twenty minutes to haul our
asses into work. We barely had enough time to throw on our clothes
and get out the door. Not that I care...Aragorn
would go for months without bathing; it´s not any big deal if
I skip a shower.
Sean is already sitting in his make-up chair when we arrive. Once he sees us, he gets up and crushes us both with a big hug.
"Glad to see that you twats haven´t had a row during the night. Everything good now?"
"As good as it can get," I murmur as we break apart.
Sean crinkles his nose and grimaces. "Ugh. You two could have at least showered before you came in. You reek of sex...but that figures, what with Viggo´s stamina."
Orli pouts, "You arsehole. What makes you think that I let Vig do all the work?"
"Because when you´re not topping, you´re a lazy sod," Sean replies. The next second, Orli sends a box of tissues hurling in Sean´s direction, but he easily dodges them.
"Fuck off," Orli says, pouting even more. "See if I ever invite you over to visit after filming ends."
"Awww, you know that I´m fond of you, sweetheart," Sean says in a condescending voice. He pinches Orli´s cheek, which causes my elf to let out another indignant growl.
There´s only one good response to that action. I launch myself at Sean, throwing all of my weight into a full-body tackle. Sean yelps in surprise, and then Orli jumps in, trying to find all of Sean´s ticklish spots.
We´re still rolling around on the floor when Tanya walks in.
"You guys are completely mad," she says, shaking her head.
That incident pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the week. I´m sure we annoyed a few people, but they just let it slide, since they´re happier that Orli and I aren´t fighting any longer. We have quite a bit of catch up to do, and before I know it, it´s time to pick up Henry.
My hands are sweating as I drive out to Wellington airport. God, I shouldn´t be so nervous, but this is a gigantic change for Henry. I think the worst thing is the waiting. I want to tell him now, but it´s best if I give him some time.
After going through the metal detector, I see that I have about half an hour before Henry´s plane arrives. Great, more waiting. I wind up running through lines in my head and muttering to myself in Elvish to pass the time.
Before I know it, I see people coming out. Okay...steady... There he is!
"Dad!" Henry shouts, running towards me.
I grab him and bear hug him. "God, I missed you. How was your flight?"
Henry crinkles his nose. "Long. There was this baby that was crying so loud that I thought I was going to go deaf. At least ´The Mummy´ was playing, so I plugged in my headphones and cranked the sound."
I grin at him. "Again? You´ve seen that film about 7 times."
I receive an eyeroll and that exasperated look that all pre-teens give their parents. "Whatever, Dad. It´s way cool."
I ruffle his hair, which earns me a sputter of protest. "I hope you´ll find this film to be even cooler. Come on, Peter gave me the okay to let you visit the set."
On the way back, Henry peppers me with a ton of questions about films one through three. I can´t help but smile at his enthusiasm when I tell him again about the 110% commitment that everyone is giving, from the crew all the way up to the producers.
When we arrive, I introduce Henry to everyone, trying my hardest to not give him any indication that Orlando and I are more than close friends. After a brief tour, Peter needs me to shoot some scenes, but Henry´s familiar with this part of the drill. He patiently sits down and waits while I get into costume, rush to the set to go over the shot, and do about a dozen takes with Orli, Brett, and Bernard.
After take thirteen, Peter says, "Right, we´ve got it! Check the Gate!"
Henry dashes in and bounces up to Orli. "That was *so* cool! You totally walk like an elf. Was it hard?"
Orlando blushes. "Yeah. I´m a fucking...oh, oops. Sorry, Vig," he says as I glare at him. "I meant, I´m a bloody klutz, so I had to go to movement training classes. I still trip over my feet a lot, though."
Henry´s practically vibrating in place. "No way! I didn´t see you stumbling at all when you hopped on those rocks. You were so elflike when you did it. And did they make you train a lot with your bow?"
Orli nods. "Yeah, I started archery lessons when I first got here. I´m not too bad."
"I bet you´re killer with it. Can you show me?"
Orli´s face lights up. "Sure. I think we can set up something. Come on over here."
We go out to an open area near the set and I help Orli find some boxes to pile up in a stack. A crewmember helps us find a piece of cardboard that I can sketch a bull´s-eye on, and we mount it on the front of the boxes.
Orli backs up a good distance and says, "Okay, watch this."
He reaches behind him in one smooth motion to grab an arrow out of his quiver. He pulls it out with unearthly grace...and the tip catches in his wig.
"Bugger!" Orli growls. He claps his hand over his mouth and says, "Shit! I didn´t mean to cock up and swear like that... Fuck! I said ´cock up´, didn´t I? Bloody cunting hell..."
Henry isn´t offended in the least. In fact, he´s laughing his ass off at Orli´s further attempts to apologize -- of course, the more flustered Orli gets, the more he swears.
I finally say, "It´s okay, Orli. We know what you mean."
"Dad?" Henry pipes up.
"What?"
"I didn´t know ´cunt´ could be used as an adjective," he says with glee.
I roll my eyes upward. "And if you don´t want to spend the rest of your trip locked up in your room, you´ll stop asking me questions like that."
Henry makes a zipping motion and goes silent.
The rest of the day goes smoothly, and I just can´t help but smile when I see Orli spending as much time as possible with Henry, trying to make sure that he isn´t bored while we wait between takes. If they aren´t screwing around and playing Tig, Orli regales Henry with as many amusing stories as he can remember; including some that poke fun at me. Although I can´t argue that Henry´s grimace when he hears the road kill story is pretty fucking funny.
Jet lag sets in during the afternoon, and we let Henry sleep in the Cuntebago. I wake him up when Peter dismisses us at 9. He chatters away during the drive back to my house. I listen patiently, but I keep turning over in my head whether or not to tell him about Orli. I chicken out in the end, deciding that he needs more time.
***
Henry and I are watching TV on Sunday night when I finally
decide that I need to tell him.
"Henry?" I ask. Damn, wish I could sound more sure of myself.
His eyes are still glued to the TV screen. "Yeah, Dad?" he grunts.
Kids. Trust them to make things difficult. "Um...I have something important to tell you."
Henry gets that exasperated "great, what *now*?" look on his face. "What?" he says, without moving an inch.
Okay. Come on, Viggo. You can do this. "Well...what do you think about Orlando?"
He makes a non-committal gesture and replies, "He´s a great guy. Totally fun to be around, and I love that I can kick his ass at video games. Why?"
I take a deep breath. It´s now or never. "We, um, we got together."
Henry suddenly loses his preoccupation with the TV, and his whips his head around to stare at me. "What do you mean ´together?´" he asks pointedly.
I shuffle a bit. Fuck, this is harder than I thought, but I have to tell him. My voice lowers to a low mumble and I reply, "We´re in love, Henry."
His face twists, and he just stares at me, still uncomprehending. "But...he´s a man!"
"Henry, that shouldn´t matter."
Henry doesn´t answer me. He just runs to his bedroom, and the sound of the door slamming afterward echoes throughout the house.
Shit, that went over well.
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end part 16