Desperately Seeking Paris
part 1/2
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: changeling@planetx.org
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Orli´s having trouble with his first sex scene. Can Viggo help him out?
Archive: Viggorously, Mirrormere, More Than Mates, Aniron, Lirimaer, my site. All others please ask, I´ll surely say yes.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: wanking, possible silly humor.
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:
Damn, there's a smutty hive mind going!
Salix encouraged this bunny, and not two days later,
the Viggorously May Challenge was issued, and it was
almost this exact bunny!
So I decided to kill two birds with one stone. This
is for Salix, *and* it´s for Viggorously´s May Challenge :
"This is the First Time I´m Doing This. "
Posted May 11, 2004
Orlando gulped as the wardrobe department finished dressing him in Paris´ armor. He was dreading today´s scene, and it felt like there was a boulder in his stomach.
As he came out of the trailer, he noticed that Diane was waiting outside for him, dressed in one of Helen´s elegant gowns. Her body was tense, and Orli could almost see the nervousness radiating out of her.
"Hi, Orlando. Um...about today´s shoot...what should I do?"
Orli scratched his head and said, "Uh...I wish I could tell you...this is the first time I´m doing this. I´ve done snogging scenes...but I´ve never been naked while there were a ton of cameras on me." He spoke with far more care than normal, not wanting to babble and confess his complete lack of experience with women.
Diane looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face. "Weren´t you naked for that TV show?"
"Well, not really," Orli chuckled. "We were both wearing skivvies for the kissing scene, and then I took off my boxers under the sheets. When the cameras rolled again, I got back into them as fast as I could, with the sheets covering everything. Thank God I only flashed half of my bum. And now Wolfgang wants a full shot of my arse..." He twisted his hands, feeling the boulder turn into an entire mountainside in his gut.
He noticed Diane frowning and he slapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh shit! I´m sorry, luv. I forgot that you got shafted, too...God, that sucks that you have to go completely starkers...shit, I mean, your body doesn´t suck, you actually have quite a cracking figure..." he said, the words coming out in a rush.
Diane laughed. "All right, all right. Slow down, Orlando; I get it. Come on, we don´t want to keep Wolfgang waiting."
***
Orlando´s mouth went bone dry as he lined up on his mark. The set had been cleared, and only a handful of the crew remained. Instead of relaxing him, the lack of people only made Orlando feel even twitchier. Having an almost empty set heightened his senses to the point where he could almost feel all of those eyes looking at him, appraising every centimeter of his body with clinical thoroughness.
"All right, places everyone!" Wolfgang barked.
Orlando gulped and faced Diane. They were both shaking, but she tried to appear unruffled. Orlando, on the other hand, wondered if he was going to be able to finish the day without throwing up.
"And...Action!"
Diane smiled at Orlando as she pulled all of the pins out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her naked body.
"Um," Orlando said, gaping like a fish. He felt his cheeks burning out of control.
"Cut!" Wolfgang barked. "Orlando, you´re supposed to be lusting after Diane, not staring at her like a schoolboy."
Orlando felt his face redden even more. "Sorry, man. I´ll get it right the next time."
He wound up blowing the next several takes, instead. Diane was starting to look peeved, and Orli mumbled several apologies to her.
Wolfgang said, "Fine...this isn´t working. Let´s move onto the next scene. Take your clothes off, Orlando."
Orlando gulped. He was wearing a G-string underneath his armor, but his mind kept taunting him with images of it slipping, making Diane shriek in terror...
A tapping on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. "Come on, Orlando. I need to make sure that your tattoos are covered," Terri, the make-up girl, said.
"Um, yeah...uh...can I just take off the top part of this gear so that you can work on it?" Orlando replied.
"Sure."
Orlando breathed a sigh of relief and shucked the leather cuirass. Terri applied foundation on his sun tattoo, and it took a massive amount of control on Orlando´s part to avoid wiggling. When she was done, she stepped back and frowned a bit.
"What?" Orlando asked. He almost jumped out of his skin when Terri pushed the skirt portion of his costume down past his hips.
"I thought I saw a tan line," she said, clucking her tongue. "This won´t do at all."
"But, but...I wore Speedos when I was out on the beach," Orli said, dreading what she was going to say next. "Isn´t that low enough?"
"Not for a full shot."
"It shouldn´t matter, should it?" Orli said in desperation.
"Sorry, Orlando. Your butt is so pale that the glare from it is too distracting. Take the skirt off so that I can paint it."
"You´re going to powder my bum?" Orli squeaked.
"No," Terri said patiently, "I´m going to apply foundation. Now, come on...off with it."
Orli sputtered, feeling that he had gotten in over his head. No one had mentioned the make-up artist was going to be touching his arse. All of Orlando´s muscles froze, and he felt like a deer in the headlights.
Sighing, Diane stalked over and yanked his skirt down. Orlando made a strangled noise in his throat and clapped his hands over his crotch.
"Thanks!" Terri said. She poured some of the make-up onto a sponge and started dabbing the cool liquid onto Orli´s buttocks.
Orlando looked in Diane´s direction for sympathy, but she mouthed, "Deal with it." Resigned to his fate, Orli chewed on his lip and squirmed. This was definitely going to be a shit of a long day.
***
A very tired Orlando groaned as he stumbled up the steps to his trailer. How could a simple love scene turn into a total cock-up? He felt like a complete hack actor and a drama school washout.
"What a fucking awful Friday," he muttered to himself as he walked inside.
He was sure that everyone was pissed off at him. They were now behind schedule, and Orli knew that the scene had to be in the can at the end of Monday. Shit, what could he do?
Desperate, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Viggo´s number, hoping that his friend and mentor would have some advice.
"Hello?" the familiar, raspy voice answered. Orli sighed in contentment. Listening to Viggo talk had always soothed him.
"Vig, man...sorry to bug you, but I need help."
"Must be pretty bad if you´re calling me out of the blue on a Friday night, Elf Boy."
"Fuck, it´s the worst. I can´t do this scene..."
Viggo chuckled. "Don´t tell me they have Paris shield-surfing again?"
"Cunt. No...It´s um...well...shit..." Orlando flushed, too embarrassed to continue.
"I can´t imagine what you´re having problems with, Orli, you´re a fine actor. Didn´t Ian and myself give you sufficient advice?"
"Christ Viggo, none of you told me how to film a sex scene!" Orlando blurted out.
"Under the blankets or with nudity?" Viggo said in a matter of fact voice. "Are you going to be doing any hip thrusting?"
"Um...I had to take my clothes off," Orlando said, still blushing at the memory.
"What? We all know that you´re an incredible exhibitionist, Orli. How many times have you flashed your tattoo for the press and fans?" Viggo teased.
"Fuck you. That´s different. It´s not like I´m showing my whole kit to everyone."
There was a brief pause. "What? Hollywood doesn´t approve of male frontal nudity."
"That´s what I heard. Wardrobe had me wear some sort of G-string thingy under my costume. And then when I dropped trou...er, my skirt, Wolfgang decided that it was too distracting, so he had someone in make-up cut it off. So there I am...standing there with my cock hanging out, and I can´t deliver a bloody line."
"Orli..." Viggo started to say.
"And fuck, why didn´t anyone tell me that they were going to put make-up on my arse? That shit is sodding cold, and it kept rubbing off, so Terri, the make-up girl, was constantly reapplying it. Christ, I´ve never had anyone who I wasn´t shagging that close to my bum..."
Viggo chuckled again. "Shut up, you wanker!" Orli said, sounding like a wounded puppy dog. "Don´t pretend that you never had to deal with it!"
"I didn´t. I always sunbathed in the buff a few weeks beforehand if I knew that I had a naked scene coming up."
The next words died in Orlando´s throat. He had always had a crush on Viggo, but he thought that he had left it behind once the Fellowship had split up. However, images of the muscular body, coated with oil and glistening in the sun now danced through his mind. He felt the blood rushing to his cock, and he bit his lip, hoping that Viggo couldn´t hear his breathing getting heavier.
"Orlando? Are you still there?" Viggo murmured, which had the unfortunate effect of making his voice sound even huskier. Orlando shivered, unable to concentrate any longer. The stress of the day, the images floating through his head, the fact that he had been so busy that he hadn´t found time to do more than eat and sleep... he needed to stop and find some relief.
"Um, sorry! I thought that someone was knocking on my door. Shit...look, I shouldn´t have bothered you, Vig. I´ll figure it out on my own."
"Are you sure?" Viggo replied. He sounded as if he didn´t believe Orlando for a second.
"Yeah, I´m fine, man! Look, I gotta run...bye!"
"Goodbye, Orli."
Orli breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the dial tone. Tossing off his clothes, he hopped into the shower, turning the spray up.
His cock was still erect, and it throbbed against his body. As the hot water cascaded over him, he felt some of his tension draining away. However, if he was going to get some sleep, he needed to deal with the rest of it. Turning around, he snatched his conditioner from its perch on the side of the tub.
Orlando poured some of the slick fluid onto his fingers. After warming it up, he wrapped his hand around his turgid shaft, moaning at the contact. His other hand snaked down to cup his bollocks, rolling the heavy sacs as he continued to stroke himself. He tugged upward, pausing briefly to run his palm over the head of his cock before his fingers descended towards the base, fluttering over the velvety skin.
Brief flashes of memory cascaded through his mind -- Viggo´s shirtless body half-in and half-out of a wetsuit, looking sexy as hell as Aragorn, even though he was spattered with mud and dirt; watching Viggo´s cheeks hollow as he sucked on a joint.
Orli cried out, imagining that mouth around his cock, engulfing him in wet heat and slickness. He pictured Viggo´s tongue wrapping around his length, flicking over the sensitive vein on the underside.
Pausing, Orli reached for the conditioner again and applied some to his left hand. Once he had coated his fingers, he grabbed his shaft again.
"Oh God..." he breathed, starting to thrust into the tunnel of his fist. "Viggo...please...fuck me..." He gripped himself harder, and circled his entrance with the fingers of his other hand. Quivering, he pushed two in, whimpering as he breached the tight passage. His breath hitched in anticipation as he curled them, rubbing over his sweet spot.
The contact was too much. Throwing his head back, he screamed Viggo´s name as he climaxed, every muscle tightening as weeks of denied release came pouring out.
He slumped against the wall afterward, weak as a newborn puppy. His breath came out in long pants while he pressed his cheek against the cool tiles, trying to regain his senses.
"Bloody hell," he whispered. He needed to forget about Viggo. They had flirted with each other, but it had never gone beyond that, and Orli needed his concentration if he was going to finish this movie.
Happy that he had straightened out his priorities, Orli continued with the rest of his shower. He dried himself off and crawled into bed, feeling drained and weary. He´d get it right on Monday...he hoped.
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end part 1