Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/VM

Summary: Dealing with a bad workday. 

Archive: Mirrormere.  All others please ask. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings this chapter: bondage, coarse language, bottle kink, exhibitionism, sap. 

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: Before I start, let me just say that in RL, you should *never* insert a bottle into someone. It's incredibly unsafe because the bottle will create suction.

Okay, Ani's to blame for this one. A plot bunny jumped into my head and she kept encouraging it. Hope this is kinky enough for you, babe.

Salix was the other party responsible, she suggested the location where the smut takes place.

Many, many thanks to Elizabeth, my lovely co-conspirator on "Rewarded". *Mwah* babe, for your support, encouragement, and your extensive help!

The smut, I´m sure, was also inspired in part from me reading "Dutch Courage" by Vivi. Kudos for a lovely fic!

And Happy Birthday, Orlando! You can never have enough kink fic for your special day. :)

Posted Jan. 13th, 2004

God, what a shitty day. We´re ass deep in this fake snow, it´s hot as hell, and everyone just keeps blowing their takes. 

Not that I blame them. This fucking stuff is *everywhere*. It´s in my ears, in my eyes, in my mouth, up my nose, and I can even feel some in the crack of my butt. One thing´s for sure, I am *never* teasing Liv again when she complains about how uncomfortable thongs are. 

"Fuck, I can´t even breathe," Elijah grumbles before he has a coughing fit. I don´t make any comments because then I´ll get a mouthful of snow myself, and my throat´s already dry. 

I´m sweating profusely, and before I realize what I´m doing, I rub my arm over my forehead. Damn, I just ruined my make-up. 

Joanie comes down and immediately starts touching me up. After she leaves, I notice that Leann is pressing cold compresses to Orli´s eyes to keep them from getting puffy. Poor baby. At least the rest of us can blink. 

"Everyone on your marks!"  Peter yells out. I´m still amazed that he can be so unaffected by the heat, but on the other hand, he´s wearing shorts. 

The dreaded fans start, and the snow whips up around us. I try to take small breaths so I don´t inhale too much of it -- we have to look miserable for this shot, but at this point, we´re all so fried that none of us need to act. 

"Action!" 

I reluctantly pull my cloak around me and hug Elijah and Sean close. Orli walks past us, trying to look as cool as unaffected as possible. 

He looks around. "There´s a fell voice...oh bugger!"  he says before he starts violently coughing and sneezing. 

"Cut!" 

We all groan. I look up and Orli´s eyes are watering so badly that his make-up is running. Oh no...They´re also completely bloodshot. I heard about this from a friend of mine who has wears contact lenses -- if Orli doesn´t pop them out soon, he´s going to get a serious eye infection, one that will probably put him out of commission for several days. 

I walk over to Peter and say, "Can I have a minute?" 

"Certainly," Peter replies. 

We walk over to a quiet corner. "I´m worried about Orli," I say quietly. "I know he´d never mention this, but he´s going to be in trouble if he doesn´t get out of those contacts ASAP." 

Peter looks at Orli trying to unsuccessfully dab at the tears streaming out and he nods. "Glad you´re looking out for him Viggo. He´d probably keep going until he was almost blind, otherwise." 

I let out a sigh. I really wish Orli didn´t feel like he has to constantly prove himself. He´s very talented, and I wish he could see that. 

Peter´s shouting breaks me out of my woolgathering. "All right, I think we´ve had enough for today. That´s a wrap, let´s try again tomorrow and see if we feel any better."  As everyone lets out a cheer, Peter claps me on the shoulder. "Take care of the elf, Viggo." 

"Well, someone has to." 

Orli trots up to me and presses his head against my chest, letting out a long sigh of frustration. I scratch the back of his neck and say gently, "Come on, let´s get those lenses out." 

He just nods, and I wrap my arm around him and lead him off. As soon as we get to some place cooler, he suddenly perks up. 

"Ew! You really need a shower, you filthy human," he exclaims. I think I´d be pissed at him if he didn´t crinkle his nose so adorably when he said that. 

"Gee thanks," I reply. I pretend to sniff at him. "You´re not smelling so hot yourself. I thought elves were supposed to be pristine and devoid of sweat glands." 

Orli growls at me, but then his eyes start watering again. He tries to rub them and I bat his hands away. "Don´t do that, you´ll just make it worse." 

Orli pouts, "Fuck, it itches like hell, Vig." 

"I know, baby. Just hold on until we can get to the Cuntebago." 

"I´d race you, but I can´t bloody see anymore," he says, sounding very annoyed. Okay, I need to hustle him back right *now*.

I start walking faster, steering Orli around. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see the familiar outline. "Just a little bit more, baby," I say. We hurry forward and I note, "Stairs." 

Too late. Orli stubs his toe on the metal step. "Owwww, fuck me!" 

"Are you okay?"  I say, rubbing his back. Orli grunts and starts swearing up a storm. Yeah, he´s okay. "Go on," I say, trying to coax him forward. "The sooner you get in, the sooner you can take care of yourself." 

Orli eventually relents and I guide him up the stairs. As soon as we´re inside, he pops his contacts out and groans. 

"God, it feels like my eyeballs are bleeding or something," he says, pressing the heels of his hands over his eyes. 

Sean comes in at this point. "What a hell of a day," he says as he gets undressed. Orli and I wearily pull off our costumes, too, sighing in relief once we pull them off. 

"God, I hope they can launder everything today. I´d hate to have to wear these damn things again while they´re still crusty," Orli grumbles. 

Sean picks up his breeches and shakes them, scowling at the fake snow that falls out. "Christ! How the fuck did it get in there?" 

Orli shakes his head. "That shit´s evil, I tell you. I´m personally inclined to dump some down Pete´s knickers just so he can feel what it´s like to have a salty arse." 

For some reason, that phrase is just *too* fucking funny and I collapse on the ground, laughing. Sean and Orli join me, and we just set each other off, cackling until we can´t breathe. 

Fortunately, Sean remembers that we need to get decent before Leann and Joanie arrive. The three of us scramble to get into our bathrobes, and just as we finish tying the sashes, we hear a knock at the door. 

"Come in!"  I call out. Our make-up artists enter and Orli practically vaults into his chair, eager to get de-elfed. Knowing how frustrated he´s been, Leann works quickly, and Orli breathes a sigh of relief when he´s done. 

After Joanie is done tending to Sean and myself, she and Leann pack up and bid us goodnight. Sean says, "I assume you two want some time alone. I´ll go use the shower in the hobbits´ trailer." 

"Thanks, Sean," I say as he gets up to leave. Yup, he´s exhausted, too. I don´t hear any of his usual jabs about our PDAs. 

When the door closes, I go over to Orli and wrap my arms around him. I kiss the top of his head and murmur, "Let´s go get clean." 

"Mmm, sounds good," Orli says, tipping his head up so that he can kiss my nose. 

I lead him over to the shower and he giggles as we both squeeze into the tiny cabinet. He sighs contentedly as the hot water hits his back. 

"Ahhh, much better," he purrs as I start soaping him up. 

I lean in to kiss him, tasting his sweet lips. Orli moans into my mouth and he arches against me, pressing his slippery body close to mine. However, just as I´m reaching down to grab his ass, the water suddenly turns ice cold. 

"Shit!"  Orli screeches. I quickly reach for the faucet and turn it off. The Cuntebago´s heating has always been somewhat iffy, but it´s been behaving lately. Guess it decided to screw up today just to be malicious. 

"Fuck-ing A!"  Orli growls. "I *hate* it when that happens. Christ, as if this day wasn´t cocked up enough." 

"Let´s wait a few minutes," I say calmly. I pull Orli to me, trying to warm up his shivering body. After what seems long enough, I cautiously turn the faucet on, but I keep the stream down to a trickle. Nope. No luck. Still cold. Damn. 

"I´m afraid we´re going to have to tough this out, baby. You go first." 

Orli grumbles, but he grits his teeth and finishes soaping up his body and hair before he rinses off as quickly as possible. After he jumps out, I keep my shower short and come out of the cubicle, shivering my ass off. 

Orli´s already wrapped up in his robe and he approaches me with a towel in his hand. He starts briskly rubbing my skin and he says, "I have no idea how you can stand that." 

"Try standing naked under a waterfall all day trying to shoot a sex scene. I just learned to ignore temperatures after a while." 

Orli shakes his head. "You´re completely nutters. What a day -- first the snow, now this...God, I need a drink." 

"I think we all need a drink after today." 

"Hmmm, I´m too knackered to go out." 

I smile. "I´m sure the Fellowship feels the same way. Good thing we restocked our wine cellar recently." 

On cue, we hear a knock on the door. "Oi, are you two decent?"  Sean calls out. 

"Give us a sec," Orli yells back. I frown as I notice that the snow is sticking to our underwear. 

"Guess we´re going commando until we get back," I say, trying in vain to shake the flakes out. 

Orli sighs. "Christ, what next?" 

"This scene dragging out for three more days?" 

Orli´s eyes go wide and he presses a finger to my lips. "Shh...Don´t curse us." 

Sean calls out, "I´m waiting..."

"Shit! Sorry, man!"  Orli yells back. We get dressed quickly and he whips open the door. 

Sean says, "You *are* knackered. I expected you to yell back that Vig was busy shagging you or something." 

Orli shakes his head. "Man, all I have the energy to do right now is lift a wine glass." 

Sean and Orli start chatting at this point, so I take this opportunity to visit the wine cellar and pull out a bottle of port. Orli looks at me fondly when I reappear. 

"My hero," he says, bustling about until he can find something appropriate to drink out of. He lines some glasses up on the table, and I open up the bottle. Let´s see...was today so crappy that I need to pour more than a single serving? No, no contest. It was definitely bad enough to justify filling our glasses to the brim. 

"Fuck! What a fucking rotten, shitty-arsed, fucked up day," Orli grumbles after he flops down onto the couch. "Thanks, Vig," he says as I hand him his alcohol. 

Sean grabs a glass and starts sipping. "No, really, Orli, tell me how you feel." 

"Like complete shit is how I feel."  Suddenly, we´re invaded by the hobbits and the small party soon turns raucous, as always. 

While Elijah´s telling an incredibly raunchy story, I sit down on the couch and snuggle up to Orli. Oh. Shit. He´s looking at me with *that* gleam in his eye. I wonder what he´s going to cook up for me when we get home. 

Shifting so that my erection isn´t quite so obvious, I turn my attention back to my drink. 

***

Okay, the party went on longer than it should, and we put a big dent in our alcohol supply, but we all needed to blow some steam off. Besides, Orli and I got pretty tipsy, so we needed to sober up before we started driving back home. 

I´m about to clean up the empty bottles when Orli lays his hand over mine. "I´ll take care of that. Will you be a love and wait out in the car park for me?" 

Hmmm, something´s up, but he´s turning on the puppy dog eyes. Damnit. 

"All right," I say. What is the little devil scheming up now? 

I know he won´t answer me; so I take my time wandering out to our car, content to admire the view on the way out. God, I don´t think I´ll ever get tired of seeing it. Feeling inspired, I pull out my camera and start taking photos. 

"Hel-lo," Orli´s voice abruptly calls out from behind me. Whoops. I turn to face him, and his eyes are twinkling merrily as he grins at me. 

"Um, sorry," I say. I notice the brown paper bag he´s holding. "What´s in there?" 

He shrugs. "Stuff. Come on, let´s go home. I´ll drive." 

I nod, and we both get in the car. That´s odd, Orli isn´t taking our usual route back. Before I can ask a question he says, "Quiet. Not a word out of you until I say so."  Oh holy hell, he´s using *that* voice again. 

I´ve actually become quite comfortable bottoming for him ever since the kitchen-cleaning incident, and although he hasn´t put the collar on me this time, I´m definitely ready for another session. I meekly sit in my seat, feeling my cock swell in anticipation. 

Orli drives us to a fairly remote area and then pulls off the road. He only drives about 20 feet before he stops the car and turns off the ignition. "Get out and strip," he growls. 

Oh shit. My stomach flutters, but that just fuels the tingle that´s now shooting through my body. I climb out of my seat as smoothly as I can and I wander over to Orli´s side of the car. 

Keeping my eyes lowered, I slowly pull my t-shirt above my head. There´s a slight breeze out, and it´s making my skin form goose bumps. I skim my hands over my torso before I flick open the button of my jeans. The idea of being caught at any moment just builds my excitement, and my erection practically throbs in the air after I free it from my pants. 

After I kick off my jeans, Orli rolls down the window and purrs, "Come over here." 

I obey meekly, and he suddenly grabs my wrists and pulls them upward. He pulls his belt out and uses it to tie me to the "Oh Shit!"  handle on his side. 

I whimper in surprise, and Orli grins wolfishly at me. He scrambles out of the passenger side and takes the brown paper bag with him. He sets it down behind me and I hear some rustling. 

"You look absolutely ravishing," he says in his deep, sinful voice. "Muscles rippling as you struggle out here in the open. Someone could come by, you know...but I bet that turns you on, doesn´t it?" 

I choke off a cry, and my cock twitches at his words. "I could just unzip myself and give you a good shagging right now, and you´d love every second of it, wouldn´t you?" 

Shit, damnit. I need him now, and he knows it. "Orlando, please..."

He says, "Yeah, you´d just spread your pretty legs for everyone to see, you slut." 

I shiver and moan at his words. God, he hasn´t even touched me yet, and I´m already dripping and needy. I then hear the sounds of the corkscrew twisting and a soft pop. Orli´s rich voice says throatily, "I have other plans, though." 

I hiss as cool liquid dribbles down my back -- looks like he paid a visit to the wine cellar before he came to get me. Orli stops the stream with his tongue and begins slowly licking his way up. Oh fuck...it´s so hot against my skin... I groan loudly as he works he way up my spine, lapping and sucking with slow, deliberate motions. I arch up, pushing my hips backward in a silent plea for more. 

Orli laughs softly. "You´ve just saved me the trouble of repositioning you."  He pinches my ass lightly and runs his hand over it. 

"Mmm, I love it when you point your arse in the air like this. So beautiful and firm...and it´s all mine," he coos. I suddenly feel the wine trickling over the outer edge of my hip and part of my ass. 

I cry out again as his tongue swipes up the alcohol. The heat from it is almost unbearable against my cooled skin, and I squirm as he works his way over the curve of my hip. When he sweeps across the cheek, I almost lose it. 

"Orlando...please!"  I moan out. 

"Please what?"  Orli says casually. 

"Please...oh God!"  I choke out as his tongue darts out for another lick. My fingernails dig into my palms as I try to make my brain work. "Please...fuck me." 

Orli backs away. "All right," he says. What? It couldn´t have been that easy, could it? 

I hear a rustling from the paper bag again. "Look over here, Vig," he says. 

I turn my head, and Orli is grinning evilly at me. He´s holding one of the empty wine bottles from the party earlier and... Oh shit. Is he doing what I think he´s doing? 

"Don´t worry, I cleaned it out," Orli says calmly as he continues to apply lube to what looks like half the bottle. Jesus, he *can´t* expect me to take all that, can he? 

Orli says, "You did want a fucking, didn´t you?" 

I nod vigorously. "Then you know what you have to do for it," he says huskily as he runs a reassuring hand over my back. All right, you can do this, Viggo... 

"I´m ready," I breathe. 

Orli brushes his hand over my entrance and says, "Let me lube you up a bit, first." 

I groan as he slips a finger in, and I push my hips back, needing more. "So eager," Orli chuckles, pumping his finger in and out. Before I can really enjoy the sensation, he pulls it out abruptly. "Oh, you´re definitely ready," he says, amusement tingeing his voice when I complain. 

I hear another rustle and I see some green cloth dangling in front of me before it gets pulled against my eyes. Damnit, Orli´s blindfolding me with one of his bandanas. 

I try not to tense up as the cold neck of the bottle nudges my hole. I breathe shallowly, forcing myself to relax, while Orli twists it around, trying to work it in. 

I bite my lip when the tip slides into me. My heart´s hammering like mad, and I keep telling myself that it isn´t that bad, Orli´s cock, after all, is much thicker. However, little alarms are going off in the back of my head telling me that the wide part is a *hell* of a lot thicker than anything I could reasonably take. 

This makes me clamp down, and Orli pauses. Okay, Viggo, stop that. You can do this. It´s just Orli...with a bottle...and we´re by the side of the road. Oh, fuck...no, stop that. Keep your heart rate under control...breathe, keep breathing...good. That´s it, don´t think about it...

I loosen up, and Orli slips the neck in further. It pushes past the guardian ring and I sigh as I feel it sinking in slightly. The bottle´s a bit cold, but my body warms the glass up quickly. It actually isn´t that bad...but on the other hand, it´s not that great. The rigid bottle is completely missing my sweet spot. 

I almost jump out of my skin when Orli´s finger brushes against the bottom of my hole, right where it´s gripping the bottle. I force myself to relax again, and he slowly eases his finger in, stretching me pleasantly. 

"You´re doing quite well," he purrs. "For that, you get a little reward."  His finger curls inside of me and rubs my prostate. 

Fuck! That´s incredible! I can´t help but scream out loud, and Orli takes advantage of the distraction to ease the bottle in further. I think all of the neck is in now, because the wider part of the bottle is now pressing against my entrance. 

That familiar high is starting to buzz through my system, so it´s relatively easy for me to relax. I feel my hole stretching around the bottle, and surprisingly, it doesn´t hurt. In fact, it´s actually really, really nice. 

Oh...fuck. The width of the bottle has increased the pressure of Orli´s finger against my sweet spot, but it was a subtle build up, and now everything has reached a critical point. The world suddenly explodes and I throw my head back, yelling at the top of my lungs. 

"Enjoy that, slut?"  Orli rasps. 

"Yes! Ohhhh shit! More!"  I babble. God, I´m dying. I start thrashing and bucking frantically, making the belt creak. 

Huh, what? Damnit, the pressure´s eased up. I whimper pitifully as Orli slowly pulls his finger out. The bottle follows shortly after, and I feel very empty and frustrated as all hell. 

"Christ, you got me really worked up with your little display," Orli says. I hear his fly being unzipped and I sob in relief. Orli grabs my hips and promptly slams his cock in with one thrust. 

I shriek again and Orli drapes himself across my back before he starts to thrust forward, brutally pounding into me. "Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "Just willing to let yourself get fucked out here. And you´re so hungry for my cock that you´d let me do anything so that you could have it." 

"Yes," I pant out, pushing back against him. 

"I bet you´d even take my whole hand," he says, and he suddenly angles his thrusts so that he´s gliding over my prostate. 

"Yes! Oh God, yes!"  I chant out. The idea of having that wonderful fullness and pressure again makes me clamp down hard on him. He suddenly slams forward, digging his nails into my hips and screaming my name as he comes. 

I moan as his hot release splashes deep inside of me. Orli´s body quakes as he rides out his orgasm and then he flops against my back, breathing heavily. I´m shaking like a leaf, and I´m hoping that he´ll recover soon, because I´m about to fucking combust. 

Thankfully, he reaches down and immediately wraps his hand around my steadily dripping cock. I buck forward and he reaches around with his left to give my balls a squeeze. 

It only takes a few strokes from him before I come, howling so loudly that I´m sure it´ll attract attention from miles away. I feel an immense rush hitting my head and I just let myself get swept up in the tide, letting my senses spiral upward until everything turns bright white...and then fades into black. 

***

When I wake up, I´m lying on my back on the grass. I notice that Orli has cleaned me up, pulled off the blindfold, and dressed me. He´s beaming as he says, "Finally awake, yeah?" 

"Um, yeah."  I shift uncomfortably. "Wow. That was... God, I can´t even describe it." 

Orli says gently, "I know. I hope you don´t mind, but I really needed to blow off some steam after today." 

I shake my head. "I would´ve called my safeword if it wasn´t." 

"Good." 

"By the way, you´ve got a very wicked mind," I say playfully. 

"Hmm? Oh...well, I got inspired when I remembered that you were eyeing some of the king-sized dildos in my toybox earlier this week." 

I blush. "I wasn´t sure if I was ready for them. Guess I am now, huh?" 

Orli chuckles. For the first time, I notice that he has one arm hidden behind his back. He brings it around to show me a tapered pyrex butt plug. It starts out fairly narrow, but flares out to an impressive two and a half inches in diameter at its widest point. "You didn´t really think I´d shove a bottle up your bum, did you?" 

I suddenly have the urge to pout. Damn, now I´m picking up his bad habits. "Then why show it to me in the first place?" 

"Wanted to psych you out. Didn´t you notice the rush when you came? That´s from the adrenaline." 

"Fuck, and here I was thinking that I did something really impressive." 

Orli reaches over to pat my hand. "You did...most green subs like yourself would´ve have called their safeword as soon as they saw the bottle. Besides, I managed to insert this toy more than halfway." 

"Not nearly enough," I grumble. 

"Don´t worry, we can work on that more, if you´d like." 

"Yeah, I like," I say. 

He holds his hand out and helps me to my feet. We get into the car and he pulls out onto the road. 

Something´s bugging me, though. "Orli, where did the new addition to your toy collection come from? And don´t tell me you just happened to have it lying around." 

He says, "Well, I actually saw it in a shop last week and I just had to have it. I wanted to surprise you, so I bought it along with some new lube I wanted to try and hid the whole mess in the boot. And then work hit us and I forgot about it." 

"Until the party." 

"Yeah. While we drinking, I got inspired, so I slipped out to the car park while you were taking photos and pulled the bag out. Then I went back to the Cuntebago to grab the wine and the bottle." 

"But what if I did what you said and went right to the car? Or what if I saw you sneaking out?" 

I hear a soft laugh. "Vig, I knew that you´d go into one of your artistic trances once you saw the sunset. We all know that when you get like that, you wouldn´t even notice if I dropped a boulder on your head." 

I chuckle. "You know me too well, baby." 

"Just doing my job as your top," Orli says. We stay quiet for a short period of time, just enjoying each other´s presence. 

I finally decide to break the silence. "Orli?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"That post-adrenaline orgasm was something else. Can we do it again?" 

Orli laughs, making his eyes crinkle delightfully. "Of course we can. My pervy little mind has conjured up a lot of scenes that I´m sure will get your heart racing." 

"Just don´t throw me off a bridge," I reply. "I don´t have your courage." 

"You´re the one who took the most impressive plunge, Vig. From vanilla to hardcore kink in a short-arsed period of time."  We´re back on the main highway now, and Orli stops for a red light. 

I lean over and kiss him. "It was easy once I made up my mind," I say, stroking his cheek. "I want to explore everything with you, Orli. You´ve opened my eyes and I´m willing to take anything you can throw at me." 

He looks at me, and the look in his soft brown eyes is so sweet that I melt. "Vig..." he says, his voice catching. He can´t seem to get out whatever he wants to say, so I kiss him again, moaning as our tongues slide against each other. 

When we part for air, Orli´s gaze is shining with pure love. Okay, I was wrong earlier. It was a good day today, and I´m looking forward to many more with my lovely elf boy by my side. 

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end part 7

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