vigorli

Title: Letting Go (1/20)
Author:

viggorliforever
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: R/NC-17
Warning: AU
Feedback: Oh yes please!!
Email: laralastwins@yahoo.com
Archived/crossposted:

orlandoslash,

switch_bottoms,

vigorli
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and we own nothing but our imaginations! So don't hurt us xP
Summary: written for the

20_hot_prompts fic challenge (although the 20 prompts are meant for strictly Spuffy we couldn't help but borrow the table and twist it for V/O). Here is our table. The 20 prompts follow Viggo's attempt to get Orlando to let go of his past.
Author's Note: Unbetaed so beware...also first fic posted by us =P

Prompt 1: Mutual Masturbation

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"Cut." The simple word brought a collective groan throughout the studio and left a very frustrated director to get up from his chair and walk towards the cause of the current situation whose head was currently slumped forward. This shoot was supposed to last all of a few minutes and it had taken almost an hour to get the shot that the director wanted. Already they were behind on the film since a recent storm had caused them to be limited to using the studio and now they had an actor that clearly wasn’t well… acting. It was pretty clear that he had other things on his mind then trying to get into character and so Dan had to walk over and talk with the actor for the hundredth time today.“Hey man, what’s up?” Dan asked as he sat down on the bench beside the slumped man.

“I’m sorry…” Orlando said simply already knowing what a mess he had made today. From the moment he had walked onto the set he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do as well as he normally did, but he thought being an actor he could leave his sudden baggage at the door. Seemed like he was wrong.

“Something is bothering you. I think that maybe we should just end for the day. You need to go home and get some rest, think about things a bit and we can resume on Monday.” Dan explained as he placed a hand on Orlando’s shoulder. Obviously he wasn’t going to get much more out of Orlando and he really didn’t want to push something that wasn’t going to happen so it would be best to just end for the day. He’d give Orlando the weekend to gather himself together in hopes that he’d be back to his old self again by Monday.

“Yeah, thanks Dan.” Orlando turned his head and gave the director a brief smile before standing and walking off of set towards his trailer, ignoring the quiet complaints he heard from the crew on how much time had been wasted. He could hardly care about what everyone else thought when his mind was filled with what had happened the night before.

Although he wasn’t technically savvy, he still knew how to work the computer when he needed to and the night before he had been checking through his e-mail after Viggo had gone to sleep. He was expecting some news on his sisters’ new career on Broadway but what he got was something he had not expected. Something he had never wanted to see again and that was an e-mail from his ex-boyfriend. The e-mails were about how much he was missed and all this other bullshit that brought Orlando to a place in his past that was not a pleasant place. The first thing he had wanted to do was to wake Viggo up and have his lover take away all the pain, but he didn’t want to wake his lover up after the man had flown across country to see him just the day before, so he went to sleep which he now realized wasn’t the best idea. Because it had affected him into his work and that was the worst thing that could have happened to him.

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The drive home went rather fast, before he knew it he was pulling up into the driveway of the little house that he had rented for the duration of his time here in the outskirts of London. Opening the door he felt a familiar warmth wash over him, but not even that feeling couldn’t help him feel any better.

“Welcome home angel.” Viggo called out from what he assumed was the kitchen. “You’re home late, did something happen on set?” Viggo poked his head out from the doorway to the kitchen, his hair mussed a bit as if he had just woken up. Figures, jet lag will do that to a person. Orlando couldn’t help but smile at the disheveled look of his lover and the flowered oven mitts on his hands.

“Just ran into a few difficulties, but nothing worth mentioning.” He stated simply as he shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and hung it up on the rack behind him. Viggo’s brows furrowed though, he knew Orlando well enough when his lover was avoiding something and right now he was doing just that. But he also knew he couldn’t force the issue so he returned to the kitchen to finish up the homemade pizza he had prepared for dinner. When Orlando wanted to talk then he would.

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Dinner had been a silent affair. They talked idly about how the film was going through the course and about Viggo’s latest film that seemed to have gotten rave reviews over wine but otherwise there was a silence between them that made the room a bit tense.

Viggo knew that Orlando had something to say but the poor boy couldn’t find the right words and had distracted himself with the three cheese pizza and breadsticks. That silence had permeated all the way to the bedroom and Viggo was growing a bit frustrated with it all. His lover had never held back something from him for this long before. Many times he had awakened in the middle of the night to a phone call from Orlando who had told him about another vicious rumor that had ran in the morning’s tabloids or the newest relationship that he was supposedly in. But now he wasn’t getting anything and he was worried that something was really wrong.

There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight. As soon as they had entered the bedroom, Orlando had slid right into bed and rolled onto his side away from Viggo and fell asleep. Viggo knew that the best way to get over something troubling you was to sleep on it, but in this situation he couldn’t bare being left in the dark for the entirety of the night. Nimble fingers worked on getting the buttons of his shirt off, just as he got to the last button and he began to slide the material off his shoulders he heard the soft sounds of tears.

“Orlando?” Moving towards the bed he let the material of his shirt drop to the floor as he reached out to his lover, his hand resting on the bare shoulder. He felt the warm skin heat up beneath his touch but it was the slight shudder that had him turning an unresisting Orlando around to face him. “Orlando, baby, what’s wrong?” Forget sleeping it off, Orlando needed to talk with him now for Viggo could only think the worst in his mind.

The pained brown eyes blinked a few times causing tears to cascade down his cheeks before letting his gaze meet Viggo’s. With a long breath he finally began to speak.

“Vig I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding the subject. I was just…” He shrugged a bit and before Viggo could put his two cents in Orlando continued talking as he sat up so that he didn’t have to strain his neck from looking up. “Last night I was on my laptop and I was checking to see how Sam’s Broadway thing was going, but instead I got about thirty e-mails from Craig. Each one was a bit different but all they said was how much he missed me and wanted me back and how he was a fool for cheating. I ignored them and deleted them and thought I would be fine, but then that was all I could think about this morning and my mood transferred into my work and Dan had to call off shooting just because I couldn’t act like nothing as wrong!” Orlando couldn’t talk anymore because he was too distraught, but he had said what he wanted to say and that was enough for Viggo. Orlando’s last relationship wasn’t the healthiest, but he knew that Orlando had put his heart into it and after two years of going out with the lustful Craig the man had broken Orli’s heart and to this day Orlando hadn’t been able to let go of the past.

“Orlando come here…” Viggo motioned for Orlando to come to his arms which the younger man did without any hesitation. His head fell into the familiar crook of Viggo’s neck and his arms went around that warm slender body which he loved so much. “I am going to make you forget, forget about everything if only for tonight.” Viggo’s words drifted across Orlando’s cheeks and shot right into his heart.

“Yes…” Was his only reply as his hands held onto Viggo more tightly just as Viggo lips descended onto his own neck. Hands moved up along the faint scar on Orlando’s back until they ended up cradling his head, fingers wrapping in the soft brown curls. With a gentle tug Orlando’s head fell back and he gasped the moment Viggo’s lips found his pulse point, sucking gently on it. It was a good thing that Orlando had the weekend off otherwise he would have been sitting amongst a couple of very upset make-up artists.

Already his body was feeling the effects of his lover. After the tiring day and all the emotions that had been fleeting through his mind since the night before it was only a matter of time before his body would be sensitized and the slightest touch would have him reeling. The hands in his hair and the lips on his neck were just the thing he needed to forget everything… that was until Viggo away from him.

Chocolate brown eyes widened and brows furrowed as he stared at his lover who was now sitting towards the end of the bed, the end furthest away from him. He didn’t understand what his lover was doing and he would have said something to but what Viggo did next stopped him.

Viggo pushed himself onto his knees and began to undo the button to his jeans. Once he had it undone he moved towards the zipper and pulled that down as well revealing that tantalizing skin dusted with blond hairs that Orlando loved to nip. “I want you to watch me and only me. I want you to think of nothing but what I am doing and I want you to do the same.” Viggo’s voice had dropped to a sensual decibel that had Orlando shivering in the spot. Orlando nodded his head just as Viggo began to push his jeans down off of his hips and quickly worked the denim material off of his body and onto the floor where his shirt still lay.

A smirk was seen as Viggo once more sat down on the bed, his legs parted slightly as he looked at the man across from him. “Do exactly what I do…” He repeated and waited until Orlando was sitting like him, legs parted slightly and hands resting on his inner thighs. The thoughts running through Orlando’s head were far from innocent. Just the idea that he was to mimic Viggo’s every move was enticing and he wondered just what his lover had planned. Viggo’s left hand moved up his inner thigh while the other hand moved to the length of his neck, cupping his throat before dragging down slowly. Orlando’s breath was taken just at the sight of his lover touching himself, but then he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and let one hand drag down his throat as the other moved up his thigh.

It felt amazing, and watching Viggo doing what he was doing made it almost feel as if Viggo was actually touching him instead of himself. It was a strangely erotic moment that had his body becoming very hot and from the looks of it it was affecting his lover too.

The hand moving down his throat moved towards chest and a finger brushed over his pert nipple causing a soft groan to pass his lips and although the urge to lean his head back and focus solely on the pleasure was tempting, the sight of Orlando’s hand moving towards the dusky nipple was much more pleasing and when Orlando’s entire body shuddered he knew that he had made a fine choice in keeping his eyes on the man across from him.

These teasing touches went on for a while. Viggo continued to move his hands across his bodies making sure to pass those extremely sensitive spots that he knew would be quite pleasant for Orlando, but teasing would only last for so long before need and desire took over.

“Vig… please… I ah fuck… I can’t.” Viggo’s fingers were now mapping the skin right above his hardened length, the other hand was resting on the bed to keep his body up. Orlando’s own hand was trembling as it brushed against the sparse hairs dangerously close to his throbbing length. All he wanted to do was to take a hold of it and get his much awaited release but Viggo had yet to do it and so he could only beg.

The wanton look Orlando was giving him and the way that tongue passed over luscious lips was his undoing and he decided to finally give into the thing the both needed and desired. Keeping the one hand on the bead to steady himself he let the other wrap around his shaft, taking a firm hold of it and moving his hand slowly up, his thumb passing over the glistening tip. Orlando let out a relieved groan as he was finally able to take himself in hand, his head falling towards his shoulder keeping his eyes on Viggo and that wicked hand that was moving much too slowly for his liking.

Together they worked themselves into a state of ecstasy. The room filled with their soft sighs and sensuous moans, their bodies trembled and grew hot as they watched each other touching themselves. Orlando had a feeling he was not going to last much longer and he didn’t want to cum before Viggo so he stopped moving his hand and began crawling towards his lover.

Viggo stopped as well worried that maybe he had done something wrong and taken this too far, but then a predatory look swept across Orlando’s face and he knew that the little game was over. “You’ve teased me long enough. You’d think I could simply watch you and not touch you…” Orlando stopped right in front of Viggo and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders, pushing him down to the bed so that he was now straddling the other. “Well now it’s my turn to lead.” With a smirk he lowered his bottom half against Viggo, rolling his hips bringing their weeping erections to slide deliciously against one another.

“Fuck.” Viggo called out as he reached up and pulled Orlando down for a kiss, their first kiss of the night. It was heated and only lasted a few seconds because Orlando continued to rock his hips forward leaving them both gasping for air. The sound of slick bodies soon joined the sounds of soft sighs and sensuous moans. Both men working their hips as hands moved all across each other’s body as if it was their first time. Neither wanted a single place to be untouched, caressed, or kissed.

Orlando’s head lowered onto Viggo’s forehead, his eyes lowered beneath dark lashes as he looked down to those beautifully blue eyes that had darkened to a deep azure. “Vig, I’m…” He breathed out against those lips as his hips rocked with more determination. The friction of both of their lengths pressed between their bodies was too much and he knew he was going to lose it. Hands tightened on the dark fabric on either side of Viggo’s head.

“Let go…” Those two words and the sudden kiss he was pulled into was his undoing and with a final thrust his body trembled and a long grunt caught in his throat as he spilled onto Viggo’s stomach and chest.

The feeling of his lover’s body shaking above him and the cum that splattered his stomach along with the lingering kiss was Viggo’s end and he soon followed his lover into completion. His body arched off the bed slightly, pressing himself more against his lover as he came. Breaking from the kiss he fell back onto the bed and gasped, his eyes finally closing but his hands grasping onto Orlando who soon lost the strength to keep himself righted and he feel onto the man beneath him.

Viggo could feel Orlando’s heart beating rapidly against his chest, almost matching his own frantic heartbeat and he couldn’t help but smile. Orlando, unable to speak at the moment, nuzzled his head against Viggo’s chest, kissing the slick skin that to him tasted better than anything he had eaten before. They stayed like that, wrapped in one another’s arms until the air around them became too uncomfortably cold. Together they twisted and turned until they were beneath the covers at the head of the bed. Orlando threw one arm over his lover’s chest as he quickly got comfortable. “Thank you.” He whispered against Viggo’s neck as he let his eyes close, thinking of nothing but his lover.

“You know I’m always here angel. I love you” Was the reply, Viggo’s arm pulling Orlando closer and kissing the top of those brown curls.

“Love you too…” Orlando was already drifting off to sleep, his words slurred a bit at the end.

With one last kiss to Orlando’s temple he allowed his own eyes to close as he too slipped into a soundless sleep. There was a lot to still talk about but for tonight they had forgotten about everything else but their love for one another.

Part 2