Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB, VM/SB

Summary: Sequel to "Sleeping It Off. " Orli, a wet t-shirt, a red silk thong, and smut.  Need I say more?

Archive: Lirimaer

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: For Squire Kali, who asked me very nicely for a sequel.  Hope this was worth the wait!
Originally posted April 8, 2003.

Viggo felt himself gradually being shaken awake far too early. He groaned in protest, "Just a few more minutes." 

"Come on, love, you need to be up and showered before the barbecue," Sean cajoled. The blond was already dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. 

Viggo pulled the pillow over his head. "The hobbits will be disappointed if you don´t grill your amazing Cajun-style steaks for them," Sean pleaded. 

Viggo grunted noncommittally from underneath the pillow. 

"Liv has been looking forward to this all week," Sean continued. 

Viggo turned over, and said something unintelligible. 

Sean sighed. Time to pull out the big guns. "Orli will be here soon, and if you don´t get up, I´m going to let him convince you." 

Viggo sat up suddenly, eyes widening, "You wouldn´t..."

"I absolutely bloody well would let him bounce on the mattress and have him do his imitation of Bob Dylan at the top of his voice until you got your lazy arse up." 

Viggo grumbled and started to pry himself out of bed. Futilely wishing again that his two lovers hadn´t clicked together and forged a tight friendship. 

He had initially feared that Sean would be at least a little uncomfortable with Orlando´s increased presence in their house over the past month, but the two of them surprised him by actually becoming quite close. 

Strangely enough, Sean had not expressed any interest in Orlando whatsoever, and Viggo knew that Orli was more than willing to sleep with Sean. However, Sean seemed to be content with their present arrangement, even insisting that Orli spend his nights over in the main bedroom, instead of letting Viggo sleep over at the younger man´s place. 

When Viggo had asked him about this, Sean had merely shrugged and said, "I can´t sleep if you´re not in the house. And we may as well get some use out of the other bedroom." 

As Viggo was pondering this, he heard the front door opening and Orlando´s voice cheerfully calling out, "Good morning!" 

Sean called back, "Morning, Orli! Come on up!" 

Orlando wasted no time coming into the bedroom. He was wearing a tight, thin t-shirt and cutoffs. Sean opened his arms for a hug, but Orlando couldn´t oblige him, since he was burdened by an overnight bag and a boom box. He put the boom box down on a dresser and tossed his overnight bag into its usual corner. 

"Morning, Sean," he said, kissing the blond lightly on the cheek and embracing him in a bear hug. "I see that you didn´t need any help this morning with the old lazybones." 

Viggo grunted at Orlando rudely. The slender man stuck his tongue out at him. 

"Vig was very obliging this time, but I think we won´t get anything coherent out of him for a bit," Sean said with a sly smile. He laughed when Viggo glared balefully at him. 

"So, did you have a good time with the hobbits after we left the pub?"  the blond asked. 

"Yeah, it was good to blow off steam after this week. I mostly dragged them off to dance, though." 

"No more whiskey shots, eh?" 

Orlando gave him a wobbly grin. "Learned my lesson finally. Do anything interesting or kinky when you got back?" 

"Nah. Vig and I were just too knackered, so we just slept." 

Orlando nodded. This week´s shoot had been six days long and extremely brutal. It left little time for any of them to be doing anything other than sleeping and eating. 

Viggo finally got out of bed and ran a hand through his messy hair, "I still think that we should have canceled. Sean and I were out pretty late last night, and you were out even later with the hobbits." 

Orlando replied, "Quit whinging, pet. We had this planned for several weeks. You´re just upset because we drafted you to cook." 

Viggo winced, "Like I had a choice. The two of you can be quite persuasive."  He smiled slyly, "So, who would like to wash my back?" 

Sean wrapped his arms around Viggo, "I suppose I could join you," he purred sexily, licking the shell of Viggo´s ear. "But you´re still going to have to wait until tonight, love." 

When Viggo grimaced, Sean said apologetically, "We barely have enough time to get everything prepped." 

"How about a kiss, then?" 

"With your morning breath? Get ready and I´ll kiss you later." 

Viggo groaned again and stumbled toward the shower. Orlando admonished, "And no wanking in there! We want you to save yourself for tonight. If you´re not out in exactly 15 minutes, we´ll know that you´ve been up to something." 

Viggo growled as he shut the door, "Bossy elf. I still can´t believe the two of you actually timed my showers." 

"It´s the only way to keep you on schedule."  Sean said amiably. 

Viggo let out another non-intelligible complaint from behind the door. 

Once the shower started running, Orlando´s face lit up impishly. "I wonder if he´ll ever figure out that we´re taking the piss about timing him." 

Sean smirked. "His fault for being so predictable with turning up the water to full blast when he´s about to start a nice wank." 

"Well there´s that, and the loud thump against the wall when he starts to really get into it." 

The blond chuckled. "He´ll be pretty narked if he finds out that we´ve compared notes on that." 

Orlando said innocently, "Why? We´ve compared notes on things that are just as naughty."  He lowered his voice and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "So you weren´t kidding about what you told me last night?" 

"Were you kidding about your ´turning people inside out´ trick?" 

Orlando´s eyes sparkled. "Not at all. So it´s settled then, we are definitely carrying out our plans for the future king today. "

Sean grinned devilishly at him. "I´m looking forward to it, Orli. But we should really start setting up for the barbecue." 

Orlando kicked off his sandals. "Looks like we´ll have to set up a few fans, though, it´s going to be a scorcher." 

"Well then, let´s go do so, elf boy. I´ll put the ice in the cooler." 

***

Mindful of Orlando´s threat, Viggo hastily finished his shower. Noticing that the weather was already very warm and muggy, he dressed in cutoffs and a thin t-shirt. Sean and Orlando were nowhere to be found, so he assumed that they were downstairs. 

As he walked down to join them, he heard laughter from the kitchen. 

"You´re kidding. He inspects your ear for glue when you have dinner together?"  he heard Sean´s voice say. 

"Yeah. I think it´s because he got a mouthful of it once when he licked the outside."  Orlando replied. 

"I have a better one. His mustache gets up right my nostril if he doesn´t keep it trimmed." 

"Christ! I´d better warn Liv. They have a kissing scene coming up this week, and it wouldn´t do for our princess to make unladylike snorting noises." 

Viggo heard Sean and Orlando dissolving into fits of laughter as he walked into the kitchen. He glared at them, noticing that they had stopped whatever prep work they were doing to cackle in glee at his expense. 

"Are the two of you done embarrassing me yet?"  he said stiffly. 

Sean embraced Viggo and gave him a chaste kiss. "I´m sorry, love, forgive me?" 

Viggo felt himself melt inside at the gentle sound of Sean´s voice. He just loved him too damn much to stay mad at him for long. "All right. But only if you give me a proper kiss." 

Sean shook his head, "I promised Orli I´d give you a kiss later. It´ll be much better if you wait." 

"What???" 

Orlando smiled impishly and kissed Viggo on the nose. "We´re withholding favors until I decide the time is right." 

Viggo made a desultory noise. Orlando was definitely in one of his bossy moods again, and it looked like he had dragged Sean along for the ride. 

However, Viggo knew better than to cross the young man. Orlando had quickly become an expert in pushing all of the right buttons to make his resolve completely crumble into dust. He decided to wait this one out in the hopes that Orlando would change his mind quickly. 

Sean released Viggo and went back to prepping vegetables for the salad. Orlando had already resumed his task of shredding the lettuce. 

Smoothly changing the subject, Viggo said, "What´s with the boom box, angel? Our stereo can be heard out in the back yard." 

Orlando frowned. "Damn. I forgot about that. Well, we can take it with us when we go to the beach next week." 

Viggo nodded and popped open the sliding glass door leading out to the deck. He closed the screen door behind him before he started to prep the barbecue grills. Meanwhile, Sean and Orli continued to bustle about the kitchen, hurriedly preparing everything. 

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. Orlando bounded up to the door and opened it. 

"Orli!"  the hobbits exclaimed, piling onto the young man in a group hug. 

"Glad you could make it, mates!"  Orli said happily, "Our chef should be cooking on the grill soon!" 

Viggo called out from the deck, "Sean, could you pull out the steaks? I´m sure they´re marinated by now." 

Sean nodded and opened the fridge while Orli helped the hobbits get settled in. 

"Where should I put the beer?"  Dom asked. 

"Well, we´ve already got some in the fridge, so just put ´em in the cooler out on the deck," Orli replied. 

"Hope it´s big enough," Dom said as he hauled a stunning amount of beer out onto the deck. 

As Dom was loading the cooler, he remarked, "Not that I mind the meatfest, but what´s elf boy going to eat?" 

"I picked up some veggie sausages and Vig make some veggie kabobs with pepper and olive oil marinade," Orli replied from the kitchen. "I´ll be fine, Dom." 

"Good, because your arse is skinny enough." 

Orlando walked over and slapped the top of Dom´s head. "Cunt." 

"Wanker," Dom shot back. 

"Pervy hobbit." 

"Elf tart." 

Orlando rolled his eyes, "Let´s not go into that again, shall we?" 

Sean interrupted, "If you *children* are quite done insulting each other, Orlando still has things to attend to in the kitchen. And we´re cranky enough with this hot weather without having to add your cheek into the mix." 

"Yes, Dad," Dom said, his voice unconvincingly meek. Orli cracked up and went back to prepping the salad. 

"Oi, ´Lij!"  Dom called out, "Crank up some tunes, will you?" 

"You got it!"  Elijah replied enthusiastically. 

Elijah went over to the stereo and loaded in some of his music. As soon as it painfully blasted at a loud volume, the hobbits minus Sean A. went dashing out through the screen door. 

"Careful, you three!"  Viggo yelled as they almost crashed into him. The group of young men cheerfully blew razzberries at him as they tore around the back yard, shooting water pistols at each other. 

Viggo called back, "Did anyone remember that it´s not good to piss off the guy who´s handling your food?" 

Elijah stopped and said in his Frodo accent, "I beg your pardon, Aragorn. I did not mean to disturb you."  He then added in his regular voice, "So please don´t flavor my steak with something heinously spicy." 

Viggo laughed. "Apology accepted. Now go and cool off, you three, it´s just going to get worse."  The hobbits nodded and resumed their water fight. 

The temperature was climbing as Viggo loaded the steaks onto one grill, and Orlando´s food onto another. As he was tending to the food, he noticed that Orlando and Sean were still chopping up vegetables, but that they had lowered their voices so that he couldn´t hear their conversation. He fervently prayed that they weren´t exchanging more embarrassing details about him. 

As he was cooking the steaks, Liv arrived. She greeted everyone enthusiastically and grabbed a beer. As she was rummaging in the kitchen for a glass, Orli quietly warned her about Viggo´s mustache, causing her to collapse into giggles. 

Viggo called out, "Do I really want to know what you two are laughing about in there?" 

Liv replied, "It´s elf stuff. Don´t worry about it, Vig." 

Orlando stopped chopping up the olives and patted her hand, "Thanks, luv. He´s pretty stroppy right now because Sean and I have been tweaking him." 

"Well, don´t keep him on edge too long. I don´t need a cranky Aragorn when we go back to work." 

"Oh, we´ll take care of him, it just might get a little loud," Orlando said mischievously. 

Liv rolled her eyes, "That was TMI for me. I´m going out onto the deck to talk with the Seans."  Orli waved as she left. 

As she emerged onto the deck, the hobbits finally noticed Orlando´s absence. 

"Come on out, elf boy!"  Dom yelled. 

"Not yet, Dom! I still have to finish cutting up these veggies." 

"Oh god," Elijah interrupted, "Orli´s gone all domestic on us!" 

Billy said teasingly, "Well, would you rather have a domestic Orli, or a snogging Orli?" 

Dom and Elijah chimed in unison, "Domestic!" 

Elijah added, "And we still have the photos, so you two better behave!" 

Viggo smiled to himself. The first week he and Orli had hooked up, they had trouble keeping their hands off each other. The hobbits soon became thoroughly disgusted with their excessive making out and groping, so they tried to dissuade the two lovers by making loud catcalls and tacky comments. 

They were blissfully ignored, which proved to be a mistake. The hobbits snuck up on the two men while they were having an intense petting session behind one of the sets and stealthily snapped several photos with a digital camera. 

After the hobbits had filled up the memory, they attacked the pair and handcuffed them both to a scaffolding. The four conspirators then left them there for an hour, causing Orli and Viggo to miss the lunch break. After extracting a promise to cool things down in public, the two were finally released. Since then, the two lovers made sure to confine their affections on set to the younger man´s trailer. 

Now that it had been a while since that embarrassing incident, Viggo could laugh at himself as he replayed it in his head. As he pulled Orli´s bratwursts off the grill and flipped the steaks, he idly wondered how much money the hobbits would make if the photos ever became public. 

When the steaks were almost ready, Elijah came by to hover around the grill. "Are they done yet?"  he asked impatiently. 

At that point, Sean came through the screen door with two beers. He handed one to Viggo. 

"Thanks, baby," Viggo said. The sun was blazing down on him, and working over the grill made him feel like he was standing in an oven. He gulped the cold alcohol down before he turned to talk to Elijah. 

"You´ll have to wait. They´re not going to cook any faster if you keep staring at them." 

Elijah sniffed the air and sighed. "It´s not my fault that they smell so fucking good, Vig. My mouth is totally watering." 

"Patience, Frodo. They´ll be done soon enough," Beanie said. 

Elijah looked out into the yard. "Hey! No fair stockpiling without me!"  he yelled indignantly. 

Viggo looked up and saw that Dom and Billy were now filling up water balloons. Both of them gave Elijah two fingers, and the young hobbit flipped them off in response. 

Viggo heard Dom bellowing, "Hey, elf boy, aren´t you going to come out and play? We´ve got a ton of water balloons with your name on ´em and you should be done by now." 

Orlando called back through the screen door, "Nah. Weather´s too muggy outside. I´m staying in here where it´s nice and cool." 

Elijah shot back, "Wuss! You´ll be cooler once we douse you." 

Viggo´s eyebrows shot up at this exchange. Orlando had never been the stay indoors type. He was definitely plotting something. 

Orlando yelled, "Bugger off, ´Lij. If I say it´s too hot, it´s too hot. Besides, the smell of all that roasting dead animal is really disgusting." 

"Speaking of which, your veggie bratwursts have been ready for a while, angel. You should eat them before they get cold," Viggo said. 

"Would you be a love and bring them in?"  Orlando asked. Viggo was about to protest when Orlando shot him his best puppy dog eyes, causing his retort to die on his lips. Damn elf boy, he *knew* that look always worked on him. 

Sean kissed Viggo lightly on the cheek, "Go on in, Vig. I´ll tend the grill." 

Viggo nodded. He loaded the sausages onto a plate, and brought them inside. Orlando was sitting by a fan, enjoying the cool air blowing over him. 

As soon as Viggo stepped inside and closed the screen door, Orlando grinned wickedly. "Stay right there," he said as he walked slowly up to the older man, hips swaying provocatively. Viggo stopped in his tracks, intrigued. 

Orlando slinked up to Viggo, stopping within a few inches of him. Viggo could feel the electricity crackling between them as Orlando breathed, "We have some catching up to do, and I´d rather play with you instead of the hobbits." 

Orlando reached over to the plate and grabbed one of the bratwursts. Closing his eyes, he lasciviously ran his tongue along the bottom of the juicy cylinder, slowly flicking it along the length. When he arrived at the puckered end, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on the bratwurst as if it were a cock. 

Viggo´s breath hitched. As he watched, Orlando swallowed the entire length of his phallic substitute and then pumped the plump sausage in and out of his mouth, a look of ecstasy flushing his face. Viggo´s breathing was become ragged, and he felt his cut-offs suddenly becoming much too tight. Orlando opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Viggo´s, his vision hazy with lust. 

Viggo licked his lips nervously, his heart starting to beat faster within his chest. Orlando suddenly gave him a crooked grin and he mischievously bit the tip off of the sausage. 

"Ouch!"  Viggo winced. 

"Just showing you what happens if I don´t get what I want," Orlando said cheekily as he put the remains of the bratwurst back on the dish. He pressed his body up against the older man´s. Viggo could feel the heat radiating off of him, overriding the ambient warmness in the air. 

"And what I want right now is a kiss," Orlando purred as he wound his arms around the older man´s neck. 

Viggo wasted no time in setting the dish down on the floor. He stood up quickly and captured Orlando´s lips, sighing deep in his throat as his young lover opened his mouth to welcome him. 

Orlando was completely addicting. Viggo could never get enough of his unique taste or the hot tongue sliding underneath his. He kissed the younger man fiercely, loving the small moans issuing from Orlando´s throat, feeling the lithe body arch against his. His nerves began tingling deliciously, sending signals down to his already hard cock. 

He was shocked out of his erotic trance by the slam of something bitingly cold and wet soaking his head, shoulders, and part of his chest. 

While he was trying to figure out what happened, he heard Elijah, Dom, and Billy cackling with glee. 

Orlando sputtered, "Bollocks! You bloody twats!" 

"We warned you about excessive PDAs around us, guys!"  Elijah laughed, as he stood next to the open screen door, bouncing a water balloon in his hand. Dom and Billy quickly disappeared out into the back yard, hooting loudly. 

Viggo growled, "Did you have to fucking soak us with ice water?"  Half of his t-shirt was now drenched and pressed wetly against his chest. His hair hung in dripping tendrils around his face. 

Orlando said, "´scuse me, pet, I have to go kill a hobbit for our grill," before he launched himself at Elijah. 

The smaller man squeaked and skillfully dodged out of the way. "I thought you were vegetarian!"  he yelled, dashing toward the back yard. 

"I don´t eat animals. Annoying furry-footed wankers are another thing."  Orli shot back, pursuing his quarry. As he ran off the deck he said loudly, "Beanie, be a love and take care of Viggo!" 

Beanie nodded and turned to Sean Astin. "Would you tend the grill for a bit?" 

"Sure, Beanie," the hobbit replied. 

"C´mon, let´s go upstairs and get you into some dry clothes," Sean said soothingly to Viggo. 

Viggo plucked at his wet t-shirt and nodded. The chilly cloth was unpleasant and he wanted to pull it away from his skin as fast as possible. He wasted no time in dashing upstairs to the bedroom, with Sean following behind him. 

Viggo started rummaging in his dresser, only vaguely aware that Sean had closed the door behind them. Warm arms wrapped around his waist from behind. 

"You know, you look very fetching like that," Sean purred in his ear, his voice dripping sheer sin. Viggo followed the direction of Sean´s gaze into the mirror attached to the top of the dresser. He saw that the front of his t-shirt had turned completely transparent, and his nipples were crinkling into stiff peaks from the cold. 

Sean ran a hand up Viggo´s body and began to slowly trace a circle around the tight peak, causing the older man to hiss in pleasure. The blond´s fingers felt incredibly hot in contrast to the icy coldness of his t-shirt. Viggo groaned as Sean´s hot breath fanned his neck and he had moved his hand in to tweak the furled nub gently. 

He watched the two of them in the mirror, his breathing becoming ragged as Sean´s eyes raked over the image, the green depths burning intensely, his hooded gaze glinting dangerously. Viggo´s head immediately began to spin and he felt his knees turning into jelly. 

Sean chuckled low in his throat and spun Viggo around. "You should probably get naked," he said sensuously, the silkiness of his voice causing Viggo´s cock to tingle. Sean slowly peeled him out of his t-shirt, and Viggo grunted in relief. He hissed again as Sean pressed their bodies together, feeling an all over thrill as his chilled skin pressed against Sean´s body, the heat from it almost scorching his flesh. 

"You can have your kiss now," he said, each word a caress. Viggo felt his heart skip a beat as Sean devoured his lips, the blond´s tongue immediately causing Viggo´s cock to harden as it intimately twined with his own. Viggo always thought that Sean´s mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon, and the breath stealing kiss he was experiencing now was no exception. Sean ground against him, destroying any chance of conscious thought. 

As he was gathering his scattered senses, Sean flicked the button of his cutoffs open and unzipped them, smiling as Viggo´s erection sprung out. 

"You´re not wearing any knickers today," he said with a throaty laugh. 

"It was too damn hot," Viggo shakily replied as Sean finished stripping him. 

"You´re still wet," Sean husked as he started licking drops of ice water off Viggo´s neck. Viggo arched against him, melting as Sean´s scalding tongue seared a path down his neck. 

The blond continued kissing downward, nuzzling his face in the thatch of curls surrounding the older man´s hard cock. Viggo shivered, a week without Sean´s touch was sheer torture, and moisture was already oozing from the tip of his turgid flesh. 

Sean lapped at the purple head of Viggo´s twitching cock before he took the tip into his mouth. The older man felt himself immediately melt as the wet tongue slowly swirled around the head. 

He felt his body heating up, the last of the ice water sizzling and evaporating away as Sean languidly swallowed him, inch by tortuous inch, his tongue laving his stiff shaft the entire way down. 

Viggo´s eyes fluttered as he was rendered helpless in his need. The older man whimpered softly as Sean pulled up at a snail´s pace, nipping the sensitive flesh lightly, raking his nails over the tender sacs underneath. Then he descended down slowly again, swallowing his lover to the hilt. 

Viggo shuddered and his legs went limp, he almost stumbled, unable to support his weight. He felt Sean catching him and easing him onto the bed. It was too hard to think, heated air heavy with desire, wet heat drawing out his agony, the pressure was becoming unbearable. 

"Sean", he pleaded, "I need to come." 

Sean hummed around his throbbing erection, speeding up only slightly. But even that increased contact had Viggo quivering. 

The blond reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. With Viggo´s cock buried deep in his throat, he slicked up his fingers. 

Viggo trembled as he felt one finger slide into him, then another. Sean gently stroked them back and forth, sending shocks of delight up his spine. 

"Baby, please," Viggo moaned. 

In response, Sean sped up the pace, increasing the suction. Viggo gasped and began to cry out loudly, feeling the heat within him building quickly. He grabbed the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fisted them. 

Sean smiled around his lover´s cock and curled his fingers forward, simultaneously applying as much suction as he could. Viggo screamed. It was too much, Sean sucking his soul out through his cock, the overwhelming jolts coursing through his body as Sean rubbed his sweet spot. He felt himself shattering inside, losing himself as he came hard, every single muscle tensing as the hot spurts filled Sean´s mouth, feeling his senses overload completely until everything exploded in a bright light and then went black. 

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