Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Finding Paris´ motivation. 

Archive: Viggorously, Mirrormere, More Than Mates, Aniron, Lirimaer, my site.  All others please ask, I´ll surely say yes.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: 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: Sorry this took so long, my Orli muse went into overanalysis, the chatty little git. 

And yes, I know that the love scene actually didn´t go this way.  I started this fic before I saw "Troy" so just imagine that the Paris-Helen dialog is cutting room floor stuff. 

Posted May 16, 2004. 

Orli bounced up to his trailer, feeling invigorated. He had a good work out that morning with Eric, and he had even persuaded his "big brother" to join him in a round of cliff jumping. He hummed to himself as he opened the door, loving the familiar buzz of adrenaline in his veins. All in all, Saturday was turning out to be fantastic...now all he had to do was figure out that bloody scene...

His jaw dropped to the ground when he stepped inside. Viggo was sitting on his couch, reading the script. He looked up and smiled warmly at Orlando. 

"Hello, Elf Boy." 

"V-viggo? Uh, what are you doing here?" 

Viggo shrugged. "You said that you needed help, and I didn´t really have anything on my plate, so I booked a flight. I called Sean when I arrived and he let me into your trailer." 

Orli was still stunned. "Wait, you came out here just on a lark? But...I mean, why..."

Viggo didn´t answer; he just gave Orlando one of his shit-eating grins. A flash of irritation hit Orlando. He hated it when Viggo pulled his mysterious act. He hated it even more when Viggo smirked like that...

"Hmm, I don´t see why you´re having trouble," Viggo said, examining the pages for the love scene. "Any actor could do this..."

That was it. The straw that broke the camel´s back. Orlando tackled Viggo and growled, "Filthy human!"  Viggo laughed, and in a blur of movement, switched their positions, pinning Orlando to the ground. 

"Damnit! Let me go, you cunt!"  Orlando yelled. 

"You´ve been working out. I actually had to use some muscle to do that."  Viggo was still amused, and the smug expression hadn´t left his face. 

"Fuck you!"  Orli spat. He struggled, wishing that he could get his hands on Viggo and wipe that annoying grin off...

"That´s better, Orli...hold onto that passion and channel it. I´m sure that part of Paris´ fervor for Helen is his anger at being considered a wimp by the Trojans." 

Orlando blinked. Realization hit him like a jack- hammer and he laughed. "You bloody method actor! Couldn´t you have at least given me some warning?" 

Chuckling, Viggo let him go. "And if I did, would you have gotten that pissed?" 

"Shit, man...couldn´t you have chosen some other motivation? Like the feelings between Paris and Helen?" 

"Not really. Have you ever been in love? Or something close to being in love?"  Viggo replied, examining Orli with his piercing blue eyes. 

Damn. Viggo knew him too well. "Uh...no... I´ve just had one night stands," he replied. 

"Never?"  Viggo asked. "Oh come on, Elf Boy, there must have been someone you´ve at least had a crush on." 

Orlando steadied himself and said, "Nope. No one´s ever caught my fancy that way. I guess I just haven´t met him yet."  Damnit, he just gave an Oscar winning performance right there. Why couldn´t he do *that* on film? 

Viggo sighed. "All right, let´s see what I can do for you, Orli."  He stood up and picked up a page from the script off the floor. "Hmmm, looks like a standard love scene. Kissing, foreplay, and then simulated fucking..."

"That´s the other problem," Orlando muttered under his breath. 

Unfortunately, Viggo had heard him. "Not really. Just imagine that she´s someone you´ve slept with before." 

"Um, Viggo..." Orlando said, sure that he was turning beet red. 

"What?" 

"Uh...I´veneversleptwithagirlbefore." 

"WHAT?" 

Orlando cringed. "I´ve never shagged a girl. Never found them interesting enough." 

"But...you flirted with plenty of girls in New Zealand." 

"That´s because I love to flirt, you daft sod." 

"And Kate?" 

"Robin´s idea. Can´t have the teenage heartthrob being a screaming homosexual, can we?" 

Viggo frowned. "So then how did you lose your virginity to ´a beautiful English rose?´"

"Now then, you assumed that I was talking about a girl," Orli said, feeling smug. 

"A ´rose´ generally refers to a female, Orlando." 

Orli bounced to his feet. "But that´s where I´m brilliant! Flowers are hermaphrodites, so you can´t tell either way!"  He was pleased at his own cleverness and he batted at Viggo´s hair. 

Viggo rolled his eyes. "Orli...let´s concentrate on this, okay?" 

Deflated, Orlando sighed, "All right. But I don´t really know where to start. I mean...I don´t know what´s what on a girl. There´s like...nothing hard to grab." 

"Fuck...okay, we´ve got a lot of work ahead of us," Viggo said in a gruff voice. He seized Orli´s wrist in an iron grip and headed for the bedroom. Once there, he grabbed one of the pillows and started squishing the corner down. 

"Um...Viggo? What are you doing?" 

Once the corner was somewhat flattened out in a vaguely ovalish shape, Viggo held it out. "Making a practice boob for you. You need to fondle it during the foreplay portion of the scene." 

Orlando shook his head in disbelief. "You´re mad." 

"You have a better idea on how to do this?" 

Orli sighed. "No. So, um, what do I do?" 

"Pretend the wide area is Diane´s breast, and the tip here is her nipple," Viggo said in a matter of fact voice. 

This was completely nutters, Orli thought as he reached out. Most blokes didn´t care if you touched their nipples, and none of his partners had really been into it...

"Orli..."  Viggo said, "You´re not tuning a radio."

"Well, fuck!"  Orli snorted. "What am I supposed to do?"  He gasped when Viggo put a hand over his own. 

"You cup a breast gently, like this," Viggo said, maneuvering Orli´s hand into position and loosening the grip. "Now, put your fingers down, and just roll your thumb over the nipple...like that..."

Orli swallowed, his body heating up as he felt the calloused digits manipulating his own. To his horror, his cock started to swell from the contact. He jerked his hand away and said, "Yeah...uh, I get it, man." 

"Feel confident enough to run through the first part of the scene?"  Viggo asked. "We´ll start at the point where Paris is about to kiss Helen, because it would otherwise break up the flow."  The tone of Viggo´s speech dropped lower, sounding almost husky and inviting. 

Orlando told himself that he was imagining things. "Um...yeah, sure." 

"Do you have a robe that I could borrow?" 

"Hanging on a peg in the loo," Orlando said, still feeling flustered. "Sam got it for me for Christmas, because she felt that I shouldn´t be allowed to pick out my own clothes any longer." 

"I´ll be out in a minute," Viggo said, going into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving a very puzzled Orlando behind. 

What in the world was Viggo up to now? Was this another method exercise? 

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Orlando felt his stomach do several cartwheels. Viggo came out, wearing Orli´s black silk robe. However, the garment was considerably tighter on Viggo´s broad frame, and failed to close in the front -- revealing a large expanse of muscular chest. Peeking at the small gap in the waist, Orli could see that Viggo was naked underneath. 

Orlando´s already scrambled brain started to fuse. Licking his dry lips, he said in as even a voice as he could manage, "Uh...so you changed your mind and we´re starting with Paris and Hector meeting up the night before?" 

"No," Viggo said, his eyes twinkling. "I´m going to read Helen´s lines." 

Orlando squeaked, "Helen??? B-b-but..." He couldn´t go through with this...not with Viggo, and not without embarrassing himself. 

"Why not?" 

"Um..." Orli said, trying to keep himself from gawping at Viggo´s crotch and failing. 

"Would it be easier for you to simulate sex with a man or with a woman, Orli?" 

Shit. Viggo had him dead to rights. "Uh, a bloke."  Orli felt his cock stirring as he gazed at the juncture of Viggo´s thighs. Cursing to himself, he tore his gaze upward, trying to think of a million erection- killing images. 

Unfortunately, at that point, Orlando made the mistake of looking into Viggo´s eyes. Those wonderful, ice-blue eyes that always stared at him with intensity. Orli had always thought that Viggo was stripping him bare with his gaze, and his cock twitched in his trousers in agreement, defeating all of his efforts to keep it down. 

Cursing again, Orlando decided that his libido needed to be hooked up to a chariot and dragged around the walls of Troy. 

"Orlando, are you ready?"  Viggo said. 

Shit, now or never. "Um, yeah," Orlando said, positioning himself at the corner of his bedroom. He was to enter from offstage. 

"All right..." Viggo said, sitting at the dresser with his back to the door. He slumped his shoulders and gazed wistfully into the mirror. "Action," he whispered. 

Orlando entered, feeling his heart thump. On cue, Viggo´s head whipped around. "Paris!"  he said, his voice filled with distress. "You should not be here!"  Orlando swallowed again. Viggo´s eyes reflected what he knew Helen was feeling -- confusion and desire...torn between her loyalty to her throne and her desire to escape her loveless, political marriage. God, Viggo just captured her in just a few moments, how in hell could he compete with that? 

He noticed that Viggo was looking at him, waiting for him to say something. Orli sighed...here goes nothing..."How could I resist, my lady..." He cringed at his delivery as soon as it left his lips. He had never been so unconvincing in his entire life. 

"Cut," Viggo said. "Orli, you can´t give me that puppy dog look that you´re so good at. Paris is supposed to be the seducer here." 

Orli tried very hard not to pout. "Shit, I´m sorry, Vig. I just...I just can´t feel it. Besides, some of these lines are cheesy as hell." 

"Then it´s your job to make them sound non-cheesy," Viggo said. Orlando groaned in frustration. 

"Orli," Viggo said in his soft voice, "let me see if I can help you with your motivation. Paris has always been spoiled, *nothing* has ever been denied to him. And yet, here is the most beautiful woman in the world, completely out of his reach." 

Orli shook his head. "Yeah, he´s a total sod, which is why I´m having problems with this. I can´t imagine falling for someone just based on something shallow like their looks."  Viggo replied. "Well, that´s where this interpretation of Paris changes...he actually falls in love with her. Orli, I know you haven´t been in love, but hasn´t there ever been anyone you´ve been really attracted to? Where just being around them made you tongue-tied and you were afraid of talking to them because you´d sound stupid?" 

"Um, yeah," Orli said, shifting around in an uncomfortable manner. Viggo´s questions were treading on dangerous territory. 

"Ever been attracted to someone who just seemed unobtainable?" 

Orli nodded, squelching the urge to blurt out the obvious. 

"Well...imagine that he feels the same way about you, but he needs convincing. He needs to believe that it´s worth the sacrifice..."

Orlando bit his lip as he listened to Viggo´s words. He wasn´t sure if Viggo was just being his usual mad self, or if Viggo had figured out that Orli wanted more than just friendship. He scanned the chiseled face, looking for a hint of attraction. To his disappointment, he didn´t find the slightest indication. It was Viggo being insane, then. 

Orli sighed. "Okay, I get it, Viggo. Shall we try another run through?" 

Viggo nodded and took his place again. Orli moved back to the corner of the room, hearing Viggo´s statements echo in his head. Okay, he had no trouble fooling himself into thinking that Viggo was attracted to him, but what about the second part? "He needs to believe it´s worth the sacrifice..." What sacrifice? Orlando tossed the thought around in his head...he needed to draw some sort of real world analogy that he could relate to before he could project that aspect onto Paris...What in hell could be a sacrifice if he and Viggo got together...

A flash hit Orli, and he almost slapped himself. The huge glare of publicity, the stupid games that Orlando had to play to maintain his image, the avalanche of work that always seemed to descend on him...he couldn´t remember the last time he had more than a handful of days off. 

Viggo preferred his quiet life and spending time with Henry instead of dealing with Hollywood bullshit. For the first time, Orlando could see how frightening the prospect of crossing the line was for Viggo. Something clicked in Orlando´s brain, and he tried not to grin. 

"Action," Viggo said, and Orlando drew himself up, knowing what he had to do. 

He entered on cue again. "Paris! You should not be here!"  Viggo said. 

"How could I resist, my lady? Your very presence haunts my every waking moment."  As the words left Orlando´s lips, he saw Viggo look away. 

"Please, go...I cannot be with you. I must remain true to my husband."  Regret and defeat colored Viggo´s speech as he turned away. But Orlando could see the underlying hesitation, and a spark of something long denied in Viggo´s eyes. 

A brief flare of anger hit Orlando, and he embraced it, fanned it out. He resented Viggo for being so stubborn. The attraction they felt for each other was right. 

Orlando grabbed Viggo, pulling him to his feet and spinning him around. He grabbed Viggo´s shoulders and barked, "Do you truly believe that?"  Viggo didn´t reply; instead, he turned his head away. 

Frustrated, Orlando cupped Viggo´s chin and turned the chiseled face towards his own. His voice lowered to a sultry purr, "I burn for you, Helen. The heat of Hephaestus´ forge cannot compare to the fire of my passion." 

Viggo sighed. "Pretty words...but they are as empty as your heart. You seek a plaything, something to be discarded after you have spent yourself."  The pronouncement was harsh, but Orlando could see that Viggo was trying to bail out of this, to spare them the potential hurt. 

"Nay. I would die for you, Helen. I would defy Hades himself to remain by your side." 

The blue eyes grew large and vulnerable. "How can I believe you?" 

Orlando drew Viggo closer, and he leaned in, his breath stirring the hair around Viggo´s ear. "You know that I speak the truth...we are destined for each other...give in to your desire," he breathed. 

"No...my duty..."

"And you would deny my love? Deny ourselves?"  He saw Viggo weakening, and he turned the other man´s head towards him, until their mouths were hovering mere centimeters apart. 

Orli whispered, "Let your heart decide for once..." He brushed his lips against Viggo´s, and he had to steady himself from the jolt that traveled through his body. 

He felt Viggo tense in his arms, but then he heard a deep, throaty moan. Encouraged, Orlando pressed forward, kissing Viggo with fervor. He plunged his tongue in, feeling a thrill of power as Viggo softened in his grip, yielding to him. He continued his assault, stroking his tongue over Viggo´s, demanding and seeking satisfaction. 

When they parted, Viggo´s breath was escaping in sharp pants. Their eyes locked, and the lust-clouded gaze in the blue depths sent a thrill straight to Orlando´s groin. Orli could see the emotions warring on Viggo´s face, and he held his breath, wondering what Viggo would decide. 

Viggo stepped back, and slowly opened his robe, letting it fall to his feet. He still looked uncertain, and Orlando knew that he had to strengthen the fragile bond growing between them. 

He raked his eyes over Viggo´s body, lingering over the proud erection jutting out. "Truly, Aphrodite´s beauty pales beside your own," he breathed. He cupped Viggo´s face in his hands, and kissed him again, sucking on his tongue. 

"I need to see you," Viggo said, his voice dripping with lust. Orlando bit off a moan, feeling himself harden as the sinful tones caressed his ears. With as much haste as he could muster, he stepped back and stripped out of his clothes without a trace of his usual clumsiness. Once he was naked, Orlando walked up to Viggo with deliberate, slow steps, moving with the grace of a stalking feline. Viggo swallowed and looked nervous as Orlando closed the distance between them. 

"Be at ease," Orlando said in a throaty voice as he pressed against Viggo, pushing him back towards the bed. He stopped when Viggo´s legs bumped the mattress, and he paused for the briefest of moments before he slowly lowered them both down onto it. Fear skittered in the depths of Viggo´s eyes, and Orlando knew that he had to press on, to obliterate Viggo´s apprehension. 

Remembering his earlier lessons, he mimicked cupping a breast, stroking his thumb over the dusky nipple, rolling it until the skin was teased into a hard peak. Viggo moaned and squirmed under Orlando´s ministrations, arching up in ecstasy. 

"Let me show you pleasure," Orlando murmured. 

"Yes..."

Orlando bent down, and took a dusky nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, smiling against the light dusting of chest hair when he heard a plaintive cry. Continuing his assault, he flicked his tongue over the stiff nub, chasing the tiny pebble of flesh around. 

Viggo cried out, tossing his head from side to side. His cock was throbbing, and a bead of moisture was forming at the tip. And yet, Orli could detect just the barest hint of resistance. 

Determined to shatter this last barrier, Orlando pressed whisper-light kisses down Viggo´s hard belly. He heard a hitch of breath, and he looked up, smiling when he saw the flush colouring Viggo´s cheeks. 

He slid down lower, pressing a kiss to the inside of Viggo´s thigh, avoiding the temptation to suck on the huge cock in front of his face. He wanted Viggo to surrender to him utterly, to give everything to him. 

Viggo moaned, twisting and pushing his hips down. Orli purred, and blazed a path over, dipping below the hard column to trace a slow circle around the sacs underneath. 

He felt a rush to his groin as Viggo cried out. Orli continued to lick, nibble and kiss before drawing a bollock into his mouth while still looking deep into Viggo´s eyes. 

Viggo gasped and began to writhe. He spread his legs further, and his eyes were burning with desire and vulnerability. Orlando could see the emotions churning in his gaze, could see him throwing caution to the winds...and a spark of something else...

"Please...take me," Viggo breathed, his husky voice and needy expression obliterating whatever thoughts Orlando had. Everything stopped whirling in Orlando´s brain -- he stopped analyzing, stopped trying to read Viggo´s intentions any further. He didn´t care if Viggo was acting or not, all he knew was that he had to be inside of him *now*.

Orlando reached into the nightstand pulling out a condom and lube. He quickly tore the wrapper open, rolled the latex onto his cock, and slicked himself up. 

He was about to apply more lube to his fingers when Viggo said, "Now, Paris...I can´t wait...please..."

"Are you sure?" 

Viggo reached down and spread his cheeks apart. "Do not deny me any longer, I need you..." he begged. 

Orlando´s mouth went dry. Fuck, the man was going to kill him with that throaty rasp. Orlando wasted no time in positioning himself between Viggo´s legs, the tip of his erection nudging at the small entrance. 

"Take me!"  Viggo hissed. 

Growling, Orli plunged in, arching back as Viggo´s incredible tightness surrounded him. "Oh God!"  he moaned, trying to keep himself from climaxing right then and there. 

Viggo cried out and arched up, writhing on Orlando´s cock. Orlando´s head spun out of control as he watched Viggo spasming underneath him... part of him couldn´t believe that they were doing this, after all this time...but another part whispered to him that this was perfect...that this was so right...

He began to thrust at a languid pace -- pulling back until the snug ring of muscle gripped the head of his cock, and then pausing for a heartbeat before he glided back in. Each slow stroke caused Viggo to mewl and press up, pushing his head back to expose his throat. 

Orlando leaned down and sucked on the tempting expanse of skin, hearing Viggo´s breath go ragged as he lavished attention on the tender flesh at the juncture of his neck. 

"Give me more..." Viggo said, his voice breaking. Unable to deny his request, Orlando shifted, tilting his hips slightly upward. 

Viggo spasmed as Orli brushed across his sweet spot. "More!"  he demanded, gripping Orlando´s cock with his internal muscles. 

Orlando felt the last of his restraint shattering. He grabbed Viggo´s hips and pistoned hard into him, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to hit the wall. Viggo screamed as Orlando pounded into him, pushing down to meet with each one of the fierce thrusts, and flexing around Orlando´s rigid shaft. 

The rhythmic squeezes caused Orlando´s eyes to roll back into his head. He knew that he wasn´t going last long at this rate. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around Viggo´s leaking cock, stroking in time to his frantic ramming. 

Viggo shrieked and he slammed his pelvis upward. "Paris!"  he wailed as he climaxed, spilling pearly fluid over Orlando´s hand. The sight of Viggo in complete ecstasy was too much for Orlando and he plunged forward twice more before he threw his head back, screaming out a litany of curses as he found his release. 

Orlando felt every single muscle in his body quivering as he rode out his orgasm. When the last shocks left him, he collapsed on top of Viggo, panting as if he had run several kilometers. 

Orli lay there for a while in complete bliss, watching the sweat glisten on both their bodies. He pressed his damp cheek to Viggo´s chest, and tried to look into the other man´s face. He was disappointed to see that Viggo´s eyes were closed, making him unreadable. 

However, there were some necessities that needed to be taken care of, so Orli forced himself out of his post-orgasmic haze, gripping his softening cock and pulling out so that he could dispose of the condom. 

He tossed it into the trash in the loo, rinsed off his hands, and grabbed a washcloth. After he dampened it, he came back to bed, pausing to wipe both of them off. 

Viggo had not moved in the slightest, and Orlando bit his lip, wanting his friend to come back to reality. Had they gone too far? Had Viggo lost himself in the character of Helen? Orlando wished that he knew...Viggo could be bloody enigmatic at the worst times. 

He caressed Viggo´s cheek with the back of his hand, sucking in an involuntary breath when the other man stirred. With a groan, Viggo´s eyelids fluttered open and he turned to gaze at Orlando. 

Orlando braced himself for a frown of disdain, but no such thing occurred. Instead, tenderness and affection twinkled in the blue depths, making his heart flutter. 

"Didn´t know you felt that way about me," Orlando murmured. 

"Well, I didn´t," Viggo replied. 

"WHAT?" 

"I didn´t realize that I was attracted to you until we kissed," Viggo said. "Of course I had no idea that you had a crush on me..."

Orlando sputtered. "What in the fuck are you talking about? I was practically crawling inside of your clothes in New Zealand!" 

Viggo shrugged. "But, as you said earlier -- you do that to everyone, Orli." 

"Cunt!"  Orli yelled as he grabbed a pillow. He smacked Viggo on the head with it. Without missing a beat, Viggo armed himself in a similar fashion and started whapping Orlando with it, snickering as he did so. Orlando giggled, but he continued his assault, determined to win. 

The two men whaled on each other with their soft weapons, cackling with glee until their faces turned red from laughing. Orlando collapsed first, holding his stomach and trying to stop himself from sniggering. 

"Okay!"  he gasped, "You win, Vig!"

Viggo didn´t reply. Instead, he pounced on Orlando, knocking the breath out of Orli´s lungs. 

Orlando started to giggle again, but it died in his throat when he saw the dead serious look on Viggo´s face. 

"I´m sorry, Orli," Viggo said. His voice was so soft that Orlando had to strain to hear it. "I´m really bad at noticing when someone´s interested in me." 

Orlando blinked. He had never realized that Viggo could be that clueless. He always seemed so together... 

Viggo was still talking and Orli cursed himself for not listening. "...you mention it, I think I did have a thing for you in New Zealand. But I have a policy of not sleeping with my co-stars, so I probably buried it." 

"You *think*? God, Viggo...how could you not know?" 

"Well, sometimes I get occupied with my other pursuits, and I just get too busy to pay attention to other things." 

Orlando rolled his eyes. "You´re fucking exasperating at times," he said, prodding Viggo in the chest. He suddenly realized the awkwardness of their situation. "So, um...what now?" 

Viggo didn´t reply. He wrapped his large hand around Orlando´s and drew them close to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the slim fingers. 

Orlando shivered in response and Viggo murmured, "How do you feel about having an older lover in your life?" 

"Fantastic...um, that is, if it´s okay with you." 

Viggo chuckled. "It´s more than okay, Orli." 

A memory popped into Orlando´s head and he poked at Viggo again. "You cunt, you called out Paris´ name when you came!" 

Viggo shrugged. "I try to stay in character as much as possible." 

"Bloody method actor." 

"Prissy elf." 

"That should be ´prissy Trojan,´" Orlando said. "So, um...about the scene...I...think I need more practice." 

Viggo quirked an eyebrow upward and then grinned. "Of course," he replied, "We all know what a perfectionist you are." 

"Well, old man, how much energy do you have? Because I need to practice all weekend." 

"You know that you´re always the one who has to keep up with *me*," Viggo teased. 

"Oh yeah? Well, we´ll see about that..." Orlando replied as he reached for Viggo again. 

***

Monday Evening

The door banged open as Orli bounced into his trailer. He closed the door behind him and scampered into the bedroom, grinning at the sight that greeted him. 

Yeah, having a naked Viggo sprawled on the bed and reading a book was definitely a fantastic welcome at the end of a great day. 

"How´d it go?"  Viggo asked. 

Orlando was vibrating with enthusiasm. "It was amazing! Your advice to imagine that I was with you during the love scene worked brilliantly!"  Earlier events popped through Orlando´s head and he blushed. "Um...but I don´t think I´ll be able to look Diane in the eye." 

"Why?"  Viggo asked. Orlando wanted to change the subject, but he knew that Viggo would keep bugging him until he answered. 

His entire body felt hot as he said, "Well, um, I was remembering this weekend, and I...uh, got kind of excited." 

Viggo´s eyes widened and he rolled on his back, howling with laughter. 

"Sod off," Orlando grumbled. "It was embarrassing as all hell. Thank God I was able to ignore the cameras." 

"How did Diane take it?" 

"Fuck...she bloody shrieked when I rolled on top of her. I was hoping that my cock would wilt, but it decided to stay that way throughout the whole scene. I was only able to get it to behave after we wrapped."  Orlando buried his face in his hands. "I´m never going to live this down." 

Viggo got off the bed and hugged him. "It happens to every actor, Orli." 

Orlando looked up. "Everyone?" 

Viggo nodded. 

"Even you?" 

"Even me." 

Orlando let out a gusty sigh. "That´s good."  He pressed his face into Viggo´s chest. "When do you leave?" 

"In a few days...why?" 

An impish smirk appeared on Orlando´s face. "Well, Brad offered to take me out for beer...but I think I need to get in touch with Paris´ heritage. Get more of his motivation down." 

"And how do you intend to do that?" 

Orlando pressed his hard cock against Viggo´s crotch. "The little git needs to get shagged royally by his mentor. That was a mainstay of Greek culture, you know," he purred. 

"Of course," Viggo replied. "But it may require multiple sessions before you nail it down." 

"I was expecting at least two acting exercises a day," Orlando said, gasping as Viggo cupped his crotch. 

"I was thinking that you would need a minimum of four. Paris needs to been shown *every* type of pleasure available." 

As the big hands began undressing him, Orlando felt his face split open in a shit-eating grin. Who ever said that studying the Iliad was boring? 

THE END

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