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For the fabulous lenalove !
May you and your Lando Mii kick much ass on the Wii golfcourse!
Have a wonderful birthday!!! *hugs*

Title: Joy
Author: ranmaru
Rated: R
Summary: Birthday fic!
Beta: gattodoro (each time I identify her as a lj user, it cancels out the message until it reads "For the fabulous gattodoro!" So...)

Sometimes, Orlando laughed as he came. Viggo wasn't sure why, but he loved it from the first moment it happened.

He'd liked the young actor almost immediately after meeting. Who could resist those earnest brown eyes? The way Orlando ducked his head and bit the inside of his thumbnail when he was embarrassed or unsure about something? How graceful he could be one minute, and an absolute klutz the next?

Certainly not Viggo Mortensen.

There had been a brief time of awkwardness as they'd gotten to know each other. Orlando had just made friends with Stuart Townsend when the other actor had been released from his contract and Orlando understandably, had been hurt by that. He'd come to watch Viggo training that first day in New Zealand and Viggo had resorted to techniques he used with frightened horses to get the Brit to talk with him alone afterward. Soft, calming tones; watching him from the corner of his eyes so as to appear submissive.

It worked, and they'd gone out to the nearest pub for a drink.

Two weeks later, they kissed.

Two days later, they'd found themselves alone in their trailer, a little drunk and a lot horny and...well, obviously they weren't going to let opportunity just pass them by.

They hadn't fucked in the traditional sense, Viggo decided that Orlando's first time with a man should be sober and slow and maybe with candles for ambiance. For this, he'd used every skill he'd ever learned from the men he'd had fleeting experiences with to make Orlando crazy. Kissing and licking parts that the younger man had never known could be erogenous zones. Using his hands to spread Orlando's legs wide as he put his mouth there and Orlando had nearly come off the bed, his voice shocked and a little scared, and Viggo had kissed his thigh and apologized.

"I...I know about that...it's just..." Orlando had turned his face to the side, skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment. His hands were fisted in the sheets, toes curled in.

"Another time," Viggo had murmured, using that same soft voice from their first meeting, and Orlando had relaxed a little. "Can I...?" Viggo licked Orlando's balls, heard a sigh and a hum. "Yes?"

"Yes."

What followed turned out to be Viggo's first time swallowing, and it had been worth it to listen to Orlando breaking apart, feeling the shudders, the tightening of his thighs, fingers tangled tightly in his hair.

And then, the laughter.

Pure, unrestrained laughter, punctuated with gasps, soft grunts and moans until the Brit had collapsed onto the mattress, breath harsh, body trembling with aftershocks. Viggo let Orlando's cock slip from his mouth, reached down and couldn't stop from laughing himself.

He'd come just from making Orlando orgasm.

The months passed by and they learned all there was to know about each other's bodies, but it always felt to Viggo like that first time when he heard Orlando laugh as they made love. It wasn't every time, but that was okay. He thought maybe if it was he wouldn't appreciate it so much.

He looked down at his lover sprawled beneath him, lips still curved up, eyes closed, skin moist with sweat. "I love you," he said and Orlando opened his eyes.

It was another first, and as Orlando pulled him down, whispering the words back, Viggo thought maybe he understood Orlando's laughter.

The End