vigorli | FIC: Love You Best

Title: Love You Best
Author: ranmaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo gets more than he bargained for.
Notes: A (late) New Zealand birthday fic for the awesome

gattodoro !
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue.

Love you best

It was a rare night off from filming, and much of the main cast had gathered at a local pub for beers and some relaxing. Viggo was talking quietly with Bean about raising kids, a topic he loved hearing the opinions of others on, when he was unceremoniously shoved into the corner of his booth seat by one very giggly, inebriated Orlando Bloom. He automatically slung his arm around the kid's neck, anchoring him at his side, before saying, "Hello."

Orlando situated himself, one knee on Viggo's thigh, one arm around the American's waist. He leaned in close, almost kissing distance, and grinned. "Hey." The smell of beer was heavy on his breath and his brown eyes were glassy. Viggo wanted to reach down adjust himself as he felt all of the blood rushing south. Having Orlando so close was frustratingly tempting. What would Bean do if he just leaned over and licked Orlando's lower lip?

"To what do we owe the honor?" Sean Bean inquired, smiling widely, clearly amused with his younger co-star. It was hard not to be. Was there anyone else in the cast with as much earnest enthusiasm and utter lovableness? Viggo bit the tip of his tongue to not start laughing when Orlando returned Bean's smile, adding a little "hee!" as a sound effect, and then returned his gaze to Viggo.

"I love you," Orlando said with a sigh, staring at the American. "I love everyone, but I especially love you."

"Really?" Viggo glanced over at Bean who rolled his eyes. Orlando was wearing the goofiest, most adoring look on his face. He couldn't take Orlando seriously, not looking like that, but he also couldn't help but feel a pleased flutter in his stomach at the announcement.

"We should kiss."

"We should?" Viggo heard Bean choke on his beer, but didn't dare look away from Orlando, whose face was getting closer and closer even as Viggo leaned back. He was going to hit the wall in seconds and then what? Would Orlando really kiss him? He firmly placed his hand on the elf's chest to halt his forward momentum.

"I'm an elf in need of a good snogging."

"You're a drunk elf in need of coffee." Viggo patted the kid's head with his free hand and looked over at Bean who nodded and signaled to one of the waitresses.

"I bet Aragorn's snogged his share of elves." Both of Orlando's hands rose to loosely clasp around Viggo's wrist.

Viggo snorted. "I'm sure he has."

"Even shagged an elf or two."

"Lucky Arwen," Bean said and Viggo sent a frown over at his friend who raised his glass and winked.

"And Legolas," Orlando added. "I bet Aragorn's a modern Ranger and doesn't let a thing like gen'entay-leeah get in the way of good sex." Orlando frowned, his lips silently moving, and Viggo had an idea that he was trying to remember how to properly say genitalia.

"Aragorn's a modern Ranger?" Viggo asked with a laugh. He saw Elijah, who had been walking towards them, leap forward, his famous blue eyes wide.

"Oh shit, Orli, shut up." Elijah clamped a hand over Orlando's mouth and Viggo chuckled when Orlando's eyes crossed as he tried to look at the thumb over his nose.

"A wee bit pissed, eh?" Bean asked and Elijah gave a long suffering sigh.

"He's had two. Complete lightweight." At Elijah's answer, Orlando mumbled something behind the Hobbit's hand and Viggo grinned before asking, "Who told him Aragorn was a modern Ranger?"

"Dom, I think. Maybe Billy, you know how they are," Elijah quickly answered. "I need to get him home."

"I'll take him," Viggo said when Orlando began to try twisting out of Elijah's hold, grunting in effort. "Want to come home with me, elf?"

"Mmmmhmmm!"

"Viggo, what are you going to do?" Elijah was looking at him suspiciously, and Viggo wondered if maybe the damned hobbit knew...

"No idea. I'm tempted to strip him bare-ass and let him wake up in my bed wondering what the hell he'd done the night before." Viggo didn't bother looking at Orlando who had begun to rub his thigh under the table. He'd been joking about the stripping bare thing, but the more Orlando rubbed, the more Viggo could see making it into a reality.

"No, don't." Elijah's face was flushed. "He's going to kill me for letting him get away. It was my turn to watch him." Orlando made a "uh-uh" noise.

"Does he confess to men often?" Viggo grabbed Orlando's hand before it caused any more trouble down below. Orlando's pleading eyes met his and he touched Elijah's hand. "Let go." Elijah slowly moved away and Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck. "Just you," he whispered, cuddling close.

"I don't know if I'm envious or feel pity for you," Bean said with a shake of his head. Elijah slid into the booth seat beside him and slumped down, one hand over his eyes.

"Pity me," the Hobbit muttered. "I promised I wouldn't let him drink too much."

"It's fine Elijah," Viggo told him, nudging Orlando to the edge of the booth. Orlando stumbled a little, catching himself on the edge of the table as he stood. Viggo hadn't been on his feet two second when the inebriated elf flung his arms around his neck. "See you Tuesday," he said before leading his drunken friend to the door, one arm around Orlando's waist. He waved to a few people as they left, most of them laughing. Viggo didn't mind. He just tightened his arm around his elf's waist and pushed open the door to the parking lot, breathing in the clean, smoke-free air.

"Did you see their faces?" Orlando leaned heavily against the side of Viggo's car and looked over the hood to grin at the American. "Brilliant!"

"So now they think I'm going to take advantage of a drunk elf," Viggo muttered, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks."

"They think you're going to take me home and tuck me into bed," Orlando promised, opening is door when Viggo unlocked it. In the driver's seat, the older man snorted.

"Is this what you're going to do every time you want to stay the night?"

"If we're all out together." Orlando shrugged, settling into the passenger seat. "You should stay home more often and I'll say I feel bad that you're home alone and volunteer to cheer you up!"

"I thought it was a one time only thing." Viggo started the car engine, letting it idle. He turned to look at Orlando who was fidgeting with his seatbelt strap.

"I changed my mind."

Viggo rolled his lips, wetting them, as he thought about the night a week prior, when he'd given in to temptation and kissed Orlando during a commercial break while they'd been watching a movie at his place. The elf had been sitting so close to him, smelled so good, felt even better. Kissing had turned into petting over clothes. And then Orlando had taken off his shirt, staring at Viggo with such an expectant, needy expression that the older man had had no choice but to push him over and begin working on getting the elf's jeans off.

"This is a bad idea," Viggo sighed, putting the car into gear, stilling thinking about the taste of Orlando's skin, how much he loved hearing his moans of pleasure.

"Bollocks, it's a brilliant idea. One of my best." Orlando had slid down in his seat, and Viggo wasn't sure, but he thought the elf's eyes were closed.

"Are you really drunk?"

"Yes, if I wasn't I pro'lly wouldn't have..."

Viggo waited four tenths of a mile before saying, "Orlando?" Viggo reached over and shook Orlando's shoulder.

"Wake me up when we're there."

"Don't fall asleep, you're too heavy to carry."

"I can walk on snow." Orlando grunted as he pushed himself higher in the seat.

Roughly five minutes later, Viggo pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. "What is it that you want?" he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and shifting in his seat to face Orlando.

"Just you," the younger man answered, and the innocence, the naiveté of his answer tested Viggo's patience. The kid just wanted to have fun and Viggo was afraid his own heart would lose out in the end. He didn't know what kind of impact the Rings movies would have on his career, but he had no doubt that Orlando's would take off like a rocket, and the last thing he needed was to have rumors of an affair with another man ruining it all before it had a chance to begin.

"I'm not sure you understand what this could do to your career."

Orlando blew a raspberry. "Knowing my luck, I'll kill myself before the end of filming. Worked my way up to a broken back last year, figure it'll be my neck next." He reached for the door handle, but stilled when Viggo said softly, "And you'd leave me to love a fucking ghost?"

Viggo didn't wait for a response before opening his door and getting out of the car and heading to the house. He knew that Orlando was accident prone, and the thought of him laying on the ground, broken, had given him nightmares on more than one occasion, but to have Orlando just say something like that so casually was like a punch to the gut.

It had taken less than a week to fall in love with Orlando, a couple more to understand how much he truly adored the damned kid, someone almost twenty years his junior. He'd kept it hidden, not trusting to tell even Henry when he'd visited, never mind Bean who had become like a brother since they'd first shaken hands.

"You love me?" Orlando called over the hood of the car. Viggo stopped and turned back to him.

"It's my problem." He pivoted and walked to the side entrance door. The front door was more for decoration than function, in his opinion. His predecessor's house had been taken over by Liv, though she'd offered the spare bedroom to him until he'd found a place of his own. It had been important that he choose his own house, a point he'd made clear to Peter Jackson upon his acceptance of the part of Aragorn. He'd have preferred a simple apartment, but the small two-bedroom cottage he'd found had quickly grown on him. It was comfortable and unassuming, with a postage stamp, fenced-in back yard that was perfect for sword practice.

"Your-?" Orlando made a noise of frustration, sounding more like an orc than an elf, and quickly slammed his door. Viggo heard his running steps and switched on the kitchen light, bracing himself against the counter. Orlando knocked into him, arms wrapping around his waist, squeezing the breath out of him. "Wanker."

"Me?" Viggo gave the elf a kick, albeit a gentle one, to the shin and Orlando let him go cursing. "It's late and-"

"But you said-" Orlando grabbed Viggo's arm before he could make a run for the living room. "You love me? And I love you! Why is it a problem?"

"Don't be dense." Viggo twisted his arm free and turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he frowned at Orlando. "I was fine with one time. It satisfied-"

"You cannot be serious."

"It satisfied," Viggo continued, over-enunciating his words, "an urge."

"You can't say you love me in one breath and call it only an urge in the next. It's contradicting."

"You don't sound drunk."

"I'm British. My vocabulary is still superior to you bloody American's despite being pissed."

Standing almost toe-to-toe, Viggo was able to stare directly into Orlando's brown eyes, not allowing himself to look away. "You have to think of your future."

"The future? Either one of us could drop dead at any moment. A fall from a horse, car accident, place crash. I'm not going to deny myself anything just to have a safe future," Orlando said, practically spitting his words at the end.

"And the fact that I'm old enough to be your father?" Viggo truly hated pointing that out. He'd been more than happy to tumble Orlando down and fuck him hoarse as long as it was the one time. The one time to make a beautiful memory. One time when he felt strong and sexy and more than a match for a man in his early twenties. If they made it more than that, those feelings would fade, as would his vitality as he aged. He didn't want to see that through Orlando's eyes.

"I make it a rule to only date people aged Viggo and younger," Orlando declared.

"Aged Viggo?"

"However old you are is as old as I'll go. As you age-"

"I'm sprinting past my prime. You need to be with someone-"

Orlando gripped Viggo's shoulder and shocked him with a kiss, a very effective if not clichéd method of shutting him up. Viggo wanted to stay strong against the elf, but found his arms loosening and unfolding to slide around Orlando's slim waist, pulling him against him. They fit together so perfectly.

"I need to be with you," Orlando gasped when he broke the kiss. "Fuck everything else. Right here, right now."

"And tomorrow?"

"Fuck! Viggo, whatever, okay?" The younger man ducked his head and bit Viggo's neck below his ear, a sting that sent a jolt through him, made him even harder than he already was.

"This is the last time."

"Liar." Orlando bit him again, harder this time. Viggo groaned, his hips grinding into Orlando's.

Viggo knew it was true, that this was going to happen again, but he stayed quiet. Was it so bad to only think of today? Had he become one of those men who denied himself happiness because of a fear of the future? How could he say no to Orlando's hands working on the fastenings of his jeans? To the warm, scarred skin of Orlando's back? His fingertips followed the scar up, over a bump that his elf had quietly told him wasn't his spine but a metal screw, used to help put a broken boy back together again. A boy who had been told he'd never walk again and proved them all wrong. Christ, Viggo wanted to be proved wrong and this could work. But that wasn't what Orlando was asking. He just wanted today, and maybe another day, but the next day wasn't until tomorrow.

"Carpe diem?" he asked, softly beside Orlando's ear and closed his eyes when the younger man shuddered, the hand sliding into his underwear twitching before wrapping around Viggo's erection and squeezing.

"Fuck-ay Orli," the elf muttered. "Stop thinking, and get naked. I've been hard forever."

"Do we tell anyone?"

"Dammit Viggo!" Orlando glared at the American and Viggo grinned, though when he suddenly found himself staring at the wall across the room, he had to frown before looking down. Orlando had dropped to his knees, taking Viggo's jeans and underwear down with him. "Stop." Orlando licked the head of Viggo's cock and the American locked his knees, hands gripping the edge of the counter behind him. "Thinking." And with that Orlando opened his mouth, taking him inside that amazing, hot, wet cavern. The suction around him, the playful flick of Orlando's tongue had Viggo's brain reduced to mush in seconds. All he could do was try to keep his legs from giving out as he panted and begged and trembled.

"Or- Lan-" Viggo reached for Orlando, was momentarily thrown by the lack of hair to grab, and had to bend down to push the younger man away, hissing at the sharp pain of Orlando's teeth on his dick.

"Are you okay?" Orlando was gasping, his lips red and glistening. "What the fuck?"

"Bedroom," Viggo bit out, scrabbling for his pants with one hand while the other was protectively cupped over his cock. He was so close to coming he was shaking, and it hurt, and he was a fucking idiot for stopping Orlando, but he wanted more than just a blowjob in the kitchen.

"You're daft," Orlando muttered, helping him pull up his underwear and jeans, before standing and leading the way down the hall. "And about the age thing, I'm older than you in elf years, so stop dwelling."

Viggo hobbled behind him grinning and kicked off his shoes in the living room. By the time he reached the bedroom, Orlando was already naked and waiting for him beside the bed. The need to come had lessened and Viggo felt confident that he wouldn't embarrass himself by accidentally ejaculating when he took off his clothes. "The stuff is-"

"In the drawer, I remember." Orlando grinned. "You won't last two seconds on top, old man. On your back."

Viggo, in the process of pulling off his second sock, almost fell over when he tried to look up and put his foot down without letting go of the sock. "What?!"

Orlando snickered his way to the bedside table and pulled out the drawer. "I'm still a little buzzed, so I might have trouble finding the hole."

"Thank god there's only one," Viggo sighed, finally naked. He tossed the sock over his shoulder and laid down on the bed, arms and legs spread. "Do with me what you will, just make it good." He smiled up at Orlando who was holding a tube of lube in one hand and a condom packet in the other, watching him.

"I do love you," Orlando said quietly, his eyes and expression as serious as Viggo had ever seen them. His heart thudded hard and fast inside his chest, and he closed his legs together, his balls feeling over-full and his cock aching. He gripped the sheets on either side of him, the duvet having been tossed off the bed days earlier and never replaced.

"Come here," was all he could say, without his emotions overwhelming him. How long had it been since he'd felt this way for someone? Orlando was unlike anyone he'd ever known, and the feelings he inspired in Viggo were sometimes too intense to bear, too strange to understand. Viggo wasn't sure what it was exactly that made Orlando unique, he just was, and that uniqueness called to something inside of him that he'd never known was there. It was terrifying, knowing this man-child had so much control over him, and Orlando didn't even know it. Yet.

It had been a long time since he'd allowed a man to have him like this, and he had to tell Orlando to slow down a few times as he tried to make his body relax and accept Orlando inside. Orlando was trembling, staring down at Viggo unblinking as he began to slowly pull out and push back in. Viggo felt self-conscious, a little ridiculous, but somehow...beautiful. How was it that a man barely older than his son could inspire such a foreign feeling to flow through him? He'd never even considered himself handsome, not in the way Orlando or Bean were. Had never bothered looking in the mirror long enough to give it much thought, but here, now, he could believe it. Wanted to believe it.

"Can we-?" Orlando's question was broken by a deep groan. Viggo bucked his hips as much as he could with his ass practically in Orlando's lap, his back and thighs burning. He was definitely going to be feeling it in the morning. He braced one hand over his head against the wall and wrapped the other around his cock as Orlando began to move faster.

"Can we?" Viggo gasped, beginning to jerk himself off in time to Orlando's thrusts.

"Do this? Us, be-"

The rest of his question was lost to Viggo as his orgasm hit, his legs tightening around Orlando and he gritted his teeth, a fire blazing in his blood, boiling in his veins. Orlando let out a sobbing cry, his hips moving faster and harder until he stilled, fingers digging into Viggo's thighs. An orgasm always felt good, but rarely was it so good it bordered on pain, blackening Viggo's vision and deafening his ears for an endless second before he came back to himself, Orlando shaking and panting above him.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "Orlando, yes."

Orlando blinked, eyes wet, before he nodded, lowering his head. Viggo couldn't see his expression, but figured he felt as overwhelmed as Viggo did. They didn't speak as Orlando slowly pulled out and left the bed to shakily walk to the bathroom while Viggo tightened the muscles in his ass to relieve the emptiness. It didn't work.

Orlando returned with a facecloth and offered with a red face to "clean up the mess," but Viggo took pity on him and said he'd do it himself. The Brit's relief was visible in the way his shoulders relaxed and he exhaled with a smile as he passed the warm cloth to his lover. Viggo quickly took care of himself before letting the cloth drop to the floor. Orlando sat on the edge of the mattress, half facing Viggo who was entirely too tempted to make Orlando roll on another condom and just slip back inside, despite the slight sting he'd be feeling for a while.

"Vig-" Orlando began before stopping, hands fidgeting with the top sheet.

"Lay down," Viggo coaxed, taking one of Orlando's hands in his and tugging.

When Orlando complied, laying on his back with Viggo propped up on his elbow looking down at him, the Brit said softly, "This is real, I mean, we just..."

"We did." Viggo rubbed the pad of his thumb over the younger man's lip, his hand cupping the side of Orlando's face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm..." Orlando laughed and rolled until he could push Viggo onto his back. "I'm bloody fantastic."

"You certainly are," Viggo murmured, opening his mouth when Orlando lowered his head, losing himself in the kiss until something niggling in the back of his mind finally worked its way to the front. He gently pushed Orlando away to ask, "Does Elijah know?"

"Know?"

"About us. At the pub-"

"I told him I thought you were sexy a while back and that if I ever get drunk when you're around to make sure I don't make an arse of myself in front of you."

"Sexy?"

Orlando's smile turned sultry. "Very sexy."

"An old man like me?"

Orlando laughed and kissed Viggo, nipping his chin when it was over. "Shut it. You're just right."

Viggo didn't feel like arguing.

*

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