Authors: Lostiawen and Salix

E-mail: Lostiawen and Salix

Websites: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling and http://www.geocities.com/salixbabylon/index.html

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Waking up. ..

Archive: Our sites, Mirrormere, VOLA, list archives, and others upon request ONLY. 

Feedback: Always appreciated.

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. 

Authors´ Notes: This came out of a chatfic between Lostiawen and Salix.  We decided to clean it up and release it as a full-blown fic.  Enjoy!
Posted Aug.  31st, 2005

Morning light streamed in through open curtains, illuminating the two bodies in the bed. Orlando rolled over and ran into something hard. He mumbled something but it was totally unintelligible. 

Viggo groaned as something warm and firm pressed into his morning erection. The pain from the sound made him wonder what herd of oliphaunts had trampled through his head the night before, and why his mouth tasted like he drank out of the Midgewater Marshes. He cracked an eye open. 

Still mostly asleep, Orlando wiggled against the pleasantly hard cock poking into his bum. 

Viggo moaned again and realized he was naked. A moment later, he realized Orli was also naked. "FUCK!" 

"AAAhhh!"  Orlando yelped, jumping out of the bed, getting tangled in the sheet, and falling to the floor with a loud crash. 

Viggo´s head throbbed in agony, whispering "ow" for each pulse of blood. 

The heap on the floor was silent. Then, quietly, "Vig?" 

"Please don´t breathe so loudly," Viggo whispered, slowly reaching his hands up to cradle his head. 

Orlando slowly got up and peeked over the end of the bed. Viggo groaned. Orlando´s nose wrinkled. "Ack. Ranger breath." 

"Orli, please... Not so loud," Viggo begged, wincing. A moment longer of silence and very sluggish thinking prompted him to ask, "Um, did we, uh...?"  and lower his hands to give Orlando a worried look. 

Orlando sighed. "Hold on," he said, getting up and going to bathroom. He poked his head back around corner. "And no, you great arse, we didn´t do anything."  He came back with water and aspirin. 

Viggo squinted over the side of the bed, needing to confirm for himself that nothing happened. He had woken up in the past next to strange men after a night of binge drinking, and in his past, he had been known to turn into a gigantic slut once his alcohol tolerance was exceeded. He looked for condoms and lube; and he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head while he tried to figure out whether or not his ass was sore. Once he confirmed the absence of prophylactics and that no action had stretched his hole, he relaxed; although the slight gleam on his hands puzzled him. 

"Whew. Thanks, Elf Boy," he said meekly as he took the aspirin. After he swallowed it and drank the water, he sighed in relief as the pounding dulled to an ache. 

Orlando snorted. "So, what do you remember?"  he asked after several long minutes. 

"Uh..." Viggo scratched his head. "I remember having some drinks with Bean. A lot of drinks..." His forehead wrinkled. "Shit, it´s a blur after that.... Did I really drink that much? I haven´t blacked out since my early 20s... Had a dream where I was giving you a bath and um..." he trailed off, his face turning red. 

Orlando snorted again. "So you conveniently forgot the part where you gathered the whole Fellowship together, broke into my room, carried me downstairs, and slapped my belly until it was red, while the Hobbits said rude things and everyone agreed I was a slag? And then you crawled back here to apologize? And somehow your apology consisted of a bath?" 

Viggo looked at Orlando, aghast. "I... What? Oh god..." He buried his face in his hands and curled up into a ball. 

Resisting the urge to smile, but with a cheery tone to his voice, Orlando continued. "Care to share what might have been going on in that bloody thing you call a brain, mate? Any of it. The glittery soap thing. The belly slapping. The apology where you accused me of being a slut. Followed by the bath. I mean, I know you´re random and artisty and shite, but what the fuck?" 

With a sigh, Viggo pulled himself together enough to answer. "The glitter soap was just my retaliation for you leaving that fake dog shit in my trailer. And because your personality is luminous... I just wanted to bring that out to the surface..."

Orlando nodded. "Right. And then I got harassed all bloody day for being glittery. Fair enough. Then you set me up for a cold shower - fine. I´m still planning to get you back later, mind, but fine. And then you kissed me..."

"You´re irresistible, Orli," Viggo sighed. "And you were wiggling on my lap. I´d have to be dead to ignore you." 

A grin split Orlando´s face for a moment, but then faded. "But then you decided that we shouldn´t, because god fucking forbid things not work out and we don´t end up having a commitment ceremony and adopting babies in five years. What the fuck?" 

"Orli..." Viggo said in a quiet tone, "I don´t know about the commitment ceremony... But I don´t want a one night stand... Or even a several months´ stand. We´re going to drift apart after filming ends." 

Exasperated, Orlando asked, "So it´s not even worth trying for, then?" 

Viggo looked down at his hands. "How much are you in for? I´m too old for temporary relationships." 

Orlando reached out to take his hand. "I can´t guarantee anything. I don´t know. I just know that I haven´t felt this way about anyone before, and I´m tired of just fucking around. I don´t know what will happen after we wrap, but I don´t think of you as a temporary part of my life, either." 

Viggo gave him a longing look. "I don´t want you to be temporary." 

"Well then quit with the girly shite and fucking kiss me already," Orlando grinned, "We´ll work the details out later." 

Viggo nodded, smiling, and then lurched forward, grabbing Orlando by the shoulder and sucking his soul out through his lips. His tongue explored Orlando´s mouth and he was rewarded by arms and legs circling him like an octopus as they both moaned. 

Finally, Viggo pulled back, feeling breathless from the kiss. Their bodies pressed together, closer, and he whispered, "How far do you want to go?" 

Orlando grinned at him, sliding his hands down Viggo´s chest to grab his substantial cock. "How about as far as it takes to get this up my arse?"  he asked with an innocent blink. 

Eyes rolling back into his head at Orlando´s touch, Viggo gasped, "Lube?" 

Orli bounced off Viggo´s lap after giving his erection another quick squeeze and went to fish lube and condoms from the bathroom. He started to head back, but then stopped at the side of the bed, and handed them to Viggo instead. Slowly, letting Viggo´s eyes devour him, Orlando crawled on top, stalking him like a lion. 

Viggo´s mouth went completely dry. Growling, he pulled Orlando down onto his lap, pressing against his sweet ass. "Tell me how badly you want it," Viggo said. 

Orlando ground down on his cock, loving the way they fit together. "Badly. For months," he groaned. "Since I met you, practically. But, hey, wait - you´re the one that´s supposed to be apologizing," he remembered. 

"Damn, I´m busted," Viggo murmured. Kissing Orli´s forehead he said, "I´m sorry for running away from you..." He kissed his chest. "I´m sorry for not telling you how I feel..." His tongue swept over a nipple. "I´m sorry for my strange behavior..." Viggo sucked on the nipple, keeping Orlando distracted while he reached for the lube and a condom. 

"Oh god, yeah," Orli sighed, arching into Viggo´s mouth as his head dropped backwards. "Apology accepted," he added as he moved to slam their mouths back together, moaning when Viggo´s slick fingers opened him up. "Come on, Viggo, fuck me." 

Viggo didn´t need to be told twice. He rolled on the condom quickly before he grabbed Orlando´s hips and slammed upward, groaning as he sank inside. "So... tight..." he moaned. 

Orlando´s hands clenched in the sheets next to Viggo´s shoulders, as it took some effort to relax enough to accept him inside. The unexpected thickness of Viggo´s cock unsettled him; he felt full, like he´d found the thing that fit inside him better than anything or anyone else ever did or would. He was always such a fucking sap at the first moment of penetration, but it felt like so much more with Viggo than he ever before. Finally, after a long moment, he took a deep breath and relaxed, and pressed back into Viggo. He knew the expression on his face probably gave away everything he was feeling, but he couldn´t bring himself to look away. 

"Orli," Viggo whispered, breath taken away by the love shining in the depth of Orlando´s eyes. "My beautiful Orli..." he murmured, petting his hair. He pressed a tender kiss to Orli´s mouth and began rocking inside of him. 

There just weren´t any words big enough for how Orlando felt, like he was breaking apart as Viggo touched places deep inside him, filling him with more than just his cock, with... love. How could he have never known what he was missing? He rocked in rhythm with Viggo, feeling the gradual build, and not wanting it to end. 

Viggo´s thoughts ran along similar lines, feeling that he was losing himself in Orlando, that he didn´t want to ever let him go. He changed the angle of his hips slightly, stretching up to nibble Orli´s neck. "My Orli," he whispered again. 

Orlando couldn´t stop the continual moans welling up from somewhere deep inside him, and wrapped his arms around Viggo as much as he could. He pressed into the mouth on his neck, hoping Viggo would take the hint that Orli wanted him to mark him, and whimpered, "Please." 

Taking Orli´s cue, Viggo sucked hard, leaving a bruise that makeup would probably kill him for. "Mine," he purred, as he soothed it with his tongue. 

Shivers ran through Orlando and he ground his hard cock against Viggo´s belly in the same pulses that Viggo sucked on his skin. Viggo´s words, him claiming Orlando made him almost blind with need, but he managed to pull himself together enough to know that he didn´t want to rush this. 

"Yours," he managed to answer after an embarrassingly long silence punctuated only by his groans. 

Viggo kept rocking within him, even though his body was screaming at him to pound away. Eventually, he rolled Orlando onto his back, covering his body. He sped up his strokes, caressing Orlando´s face at the same time. "Baby," he purred. 

Viggo thrust deeper inside Orli, and the sensations building within left Orlando shaking with tremors. He held onto Viggo´s shoulders, clenching in his desperation, struggling to find words to tell him that he was close, so close. "Please, Viggo, luv, please," he begged. 

Viggo groaned - God, that begging almost did him in. But he still wasn´t ready to let it end. Burying himself deep inside Orlando, he stopped, leaning down to suck on Orlando´s nipples. He flexed his groin, making his cock jump inside Orli. 

"Fuck!"  Orlando yelled, pulling Viggo closer. Viggo was stabbing him in the best place possible, and that combined with his mouth on Orlando´s nipples, and the overwhelming feeling of *love* coming from him... Orlando just couldn´t take it anymore. 

"Oh Viggo, gunna come," he gasped, pulling fitfully at Viggo´s body to make him move again. 

Smiling, Viggo pulled Orli´s legs onto his shoulder and thrust as hard as he could. "Show me, baby," he murmured, sucking on the small mark he had made earlier. "Let me see you come."  He gave Orlando´s hips a squeeze as he thrust deep inside over and over again. 

Stupid things started to come out of Orlando´s mouth, like "Holy fucking Christ, Viggo, yes yes yes," interspersed with a high pitched whining that he bet Bean could hear through the thin hotel walls, but there was no way Orlando could hold it in. Not with Viggo pounding into him like that, so perfect, exactly right. Finally, his body reached overload and he was shouting and convulsing, pulling Viggo closer, deeper, and saying idiotic things about loving him as he climaxed with every cell in his body. 

Viggo was breathless, watching Orlando´s face, practically glowing as he rocked through his orgasm, and he couldn´t hold back any longer. Calling out Orlando´s name, he thrust forward once more, shaking as he spilled into the condom. He was flying high, lights dancing in front of his eyes as he came...

Viggo felt like the top of his head was blowing off and then he crashed back down to Earth. Collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of Orli, he nuzzled the side of his neck. "Wow," was all he could say. 

Orlando chuckled weakly. "Yeah. Definitely wow." 

After a few minutes of basking in satisfaction, Orlando slowly noticed that they were both awfully sticky. And that the sun was streaming in through the window. Groaning, he glanced at the clock. "Fuck, Vig. We need to get moving. Have to be on set in just over an hour."  And then to top off the romance, his stomach gurgled. 

Viggo snickered at the noise. Impulsively, he reached down and rubbed it. "Awww... Is someone hungry?"  he teased. He pulled out and disposed of the condom, using tissues to clean them both off. "An hour? Well, if we get dressed now, we can go to breakfast." 

Orli wrinkled his nose. "You need a shower, stinky Ranger. And so do I, since I have Man sweat all over me now." 

"No one showered in Middle Earth," Viggo argued, "It´d add an air of authenticity." 

Orli shoved Viggo to get him moving and out of bed. "Elves showered. And if you want to shag this elf again...." he said with a meaningful look. 

"All right, lead on," Viggo sighed, "although Craig´s starting to look pretty cute right now... He wouldn´t require that I shower..."

Orlando stuck out his tongue and pulled Viggo into the bathroom. Soon the water was heated up and they were squeezing together in the bath tub. "Mmmm... This is nice," he signed, trailing his fingers in the water running down his body. "And you never answered me...what was up with the bath last night?" 

Viggo scratched his head. "I think I felt that since I started this whole thing with me stealing your soap, it made sense to come full cycle and treat you to a nice bathing experience. Either that or I wanted to cleanse out my previous actions..."

"Or you were just drunk off your arse," Orli added. 

"Um, yeah...Could have been that, too."  Time was running short, so Viggo looked around for something to wash himself with. "Fuck, I forgot - no soap," he groaned, realizing that the entire cast and crew would be teasing him mercilessly all day for being a glittery Ranger. 

Orlando didn´t even try to stop the laughter that turned into girly giggles as he pictured Viggo being sparkly all day. 

"Fine," Viggo grumbled. "Do we have *anything* I can clean myself with?"  He had a suspicious feeling that he knew the answer. 

Wiggling his tongue at Viggo, Orlando grabbed the undissolved part of yesterday´s "soap", which had turned out to be a bath bomb. With a wink, he said, "Just this, Viggo." 

Viggo groaned again. "There isn´t anything else we can use? Because otherwise, we´ll be sweaty, gleaming, *and* oily. But not clean." 

Orlando laughed and threw the bottle of overwhelmingly flower-scented, shimmery bath gel at him. "Enjoy," he said with a grin that spoke of the beginning of revenge. 

Later that morning, Bean´s hung over-confused questions about them both being "glittery and poncy smelling" made them both laugh for an unseemly long time, and left none of the witnesses in any doubt as to the reasons why. 

****

Toronto Film Festival, 2004

Once he was done filming for the day, Viggo ducked into the Toronto Lush shop, grinning as he quickly spotted a number of bath products containing glitter. 

The salesgirl´s eyes popped out as she recognized Aragorn in her very own shop, and blushed. "Um, hi, um, Mr. Mortensen, sir?"  she squeaked, "May I help you find something?" 

Viggo tried not grin, turning on the charm. "Hello, I´d like to buy some bath bombs," he said. 

The salesgirl gestured. "Right over here, sir. Any particular scent you´re interested in?"  she asked breathlessly, trying not to picture him naked. 

Viggo grinned. "Something very... flowery. What does this ´Fairy Jasmine´ one smell like?" 

The salesgirl blinked and deflated, obviously assuming it was a gift for a girlfriend. "That one´s a nice delicate floral, jasmine and ylang ylang. It has glitter dust in it, which leaves your skin all shimmery - perfect for clubbing. Er. Not *your* skin of course..." she babbled, realizing what she´d said and turning beet red. 

"Perfect for clubbing, huh?"  Viggo smiled, his voice getting husky at thought of a shirtless, low-rider clad Orlando twisting sinuously on the dance floor, each muscle on his perfect chest gleaming as he moved. 

In the midst of his reverie, something else caught his eye. "How about this ´Sex Bomb´ one?"  he asked, fingering the pink and purple globe. 

The salesgirl turned even more red. "That one has, uh, a more herbal scent to it. Um, if you like, I can unwrap some samples for you to smell?" 

"That would be wonderful," Viggo purred, already having fantasies. It had been months since he was last with Orlando. 

The salesgirl came back. "Here´s the Fairy one, sir, um, Mr. Mortensen, and um, this is the, uh," her voice dropped to a whisper, "the Sex Bomb one." 

Viggo smelled them and decided they were perfect. "Great. I´ll take both of them. Can you gift wrap them?" 

"Yes, sir, of course," she said, scurrying away. "Um, we have yellow or blue ribbons; which would you prefer?" 

"Yellow. Definitely yellow." 

She finished up the wrapping and Viggo paid and left, after signing a few autographs as well as the credit card slip. He caught a taxi and headed to the hotel where Orlando was supposed to be waiting, going through the usual cloak and dagger routine to get inside. 

"Viggo!"  shouted a long-missed voice, and Viggo was attacked and knocked backward two steps until they slammed bodily into the wall, mouths locked together too vigorously to be called something as dainty as "kissing." 

Orlando pulled back for a moment, breathless. "Hi," he said, before snogging Viggo again. 

Viggo´s head spun, and he gently detached Orlando from him. "Um... Hi."  Orlando whined and gave him the mother of all pouts, so Viggo held up the gift-wrapped bundle in his hands. "Happy anniversary, baby." 

Orli grinned and bounced. "A present? For me?"  He attacked Viggo again, smiling into his mouth. "Hmm, and all I brought for you was my package," he said with an incredibly goofy grin and waggle of eyebrows, grinding his erection into Viggo´s hip. 

Viggo laughed. "That´s it? Maybe I should take this back, then..." he teased. 

"Nonono!"  Orli pouted, grabbing for his present. "What is it, what is it?"  he exclaimed, tearing off the wrappings. "Ooh, it´s from Lush!"  Orlando clutched his heart in high melodrama. "Oh Viggo, you *remembered*!"  he said, pretending to swoon and then breaking up into hysterical laughter. 

"In celebration of what first got us together..." Viggo said, eyes sparkling. "And besides, you look damn sexy in glitter." 

Orlando grinned back. "So do you, sexy Ranger." 

~end~

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