vigorli

Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: I made this all up, and you guys read it. So we're both into the fiction, right?

“Elijah, can you help me for a second?” Orlando asked sweetly. “I’m having a problem getting the wig off, and Susan is nowhere to be found.”

“Sure, Orli.” Elijah followed Orlando up into the trailer. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself pinned down as the clothes were yanked from his body. “Orli!” Elijah screamed. He looked up and saw Orlando standing a few feet away.

“What, ‘Lij?” Orlando said, laughing so hard he could hardly talk. Elijah had a quick glimpse of an evil smile on their Ranger’s face before he found himself shoved out of the trailer and onto the ground. He was only wearing his socks.

“So…” Viggo said after they had regained their composure. He closed the trailer door and leaned against it. “Now that revenge is out of the way…are you busy tonight?”

“No,” Orlando said, feeling a spark shoot down his spine. “What did you have in mind?”

“Breaking that curse of yours,” Viggo said. Orlando shivered.

“I forgive you.” Elijah ran up and jumped on Orlando’s back.

“I don’t care if you forgive me or not.” Orlando linked his arms under Elijah’s knees and hefted him up. “You deserved it.”

“True.” Elijah gave Orlando a smacking kiss on the cheek. “Pub tonight?”

“Nope.” Orlando carefully set Elijah down. “Going over to Viggo’s.”

“Oh.” Elijah smirked and patted Orlando on the cheek. “Make sure to use protection.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Orlando smoothed down his short hair before knocking on the door. Viggo answered it almost immediately. “Hi.”

“Hi there.” Viggo leaned against the doorframe, wearing only jeans and a smile. “Come on in.” He moved aside so Orlando could come in.

“Thanks for having me over.”

“No problem.” Viggo closed the door, but didn’t move from his leaning stance. Somehow Orlando found himself pinned between Viggo and the door. Viggo’s free hand reached up to cup Orlando’s chin. He kissed Orlando, and Orlando fell into the kiss immediately. He sighed into Viggo’s mouth, and he heard Viggo chuckle. “C’mon.”

Viggo took Orlando by the hand and led him upstairs. They went into Viggo’s bedroom. Viggo closed the door behind them. “I want more than this, you know,” Orlando said.

Viggo pulled Orlando tight against him and kissed him again. “I know. Me too,” Viggo whispered. He made short work of Orlando’s t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. He backed Orlando up until they fell onto the bed. Viggo’s mouth explored Orlando’s chest as his hand massaged the bulge between Orlando’s legs.

“God,” Orlando hissed, arching up. He whimpered quietly.

“Don’t keep it in,” Viggo murmured against Orlando’s stomach. “I want to hear you.”

Viggo pulled back and stood up. He stepped out of his jeans as Orlando stared. Viggo was gorgeous. Tanned and toned, every inch of skin strong and smooth. His body did not look its age. “You’re…”

“Shh,” Viggo said. He took off Orlando’s shoes and slid down his jeans. He climbed up Orlando’s body, reaching for Orlando’s pants. He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, then slid down Orlando’s body again, taking the pants with him. He crawled back up again, framing Orlando’s body with his. “Gorgeous,” he murmured against Orlando’s neck. He bent his head to nip at Orlando’s ear. “Worth waiting for.”

“Yes,” Orlando hissed, arching up and grabbing at Viggo’s backside.

“What do you want, baby?” Viggo rocked so their erections rubbed together.

Viggo wanted rational thought? “What…do you mean?”

“Do you want top or bottom?”

Orlando saw stars at the very thought of topping Viggo, but he knew what he wanted. “Want you…inside of me…” Orlando spread his legs and wiggled slightly, so Viggo’s cock fell in between his legs and gently nudged below his balls.

“God…” Now it was Viggo’s turn to feel light headed. He reached down to caress Orlando’s balls while sucking on his earlobes. Orlando moaned and arched as Viggo ever so lightly teased at Orlando’s entrance. “Be right back.”

Orlando shivered from the loss of Viggo’s body heat as Viggo got up to find supplies. When Viggo returned, Orlando was wrapped in the sheet from Viggo’s bed. “It’s cold,” Orlando whined when Viggo raised an eyebrow. Viggo simply stood by the bed and sheathed himself with the condom, generously lathering himself with lube. Orlando shuddered again, this time for reasons other than cold.
Viggo crept up Orlando’s body once more, this time letting his moistened finger trail lightly up Orlando’s thigh until it rested along Orlando’s backside. Orlando arched up, urging Viggo on with his eyes. Viggo moaned and let his head fall onto Orlando’s shoulder as he prepared Orlando.

“I’ve been wanting this since the first time I saw you,” Viggo said, and Orlando froze. He looked at Viggo as Viggo pulled back to look at him. “I was surrounded by Hobbits and everyone else, and then you walked in.” He pulled Orlando’s arms up and pinned them on the pillow. He wove his fingers in with Orlando’s. He gently slid inside Orlando’s warmth and said, “And you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

Hours later, they were still lounging in Viggo’s bed, naked bodies pressed together as they talked. “I really had no clue you were…well…gay,” Orlando said.

“Bi,” Viggo corrected. “Not that I like being labeled.”

Orlando snorted. “That’s one of the first things Elijah said to me when he pulled this whole curse thing. That he didn’t like to be labeled.”

“You forgive him?” Viggo kissed Orlando’s head.

“Yeh,” Orlando said. “It’s done now, and I got what I really wanted.” He snuggled closer to Viggo as the doorbell rang. He sighed. “Make them go away.”

Viggo pulled himself away and peeked out the window. “That looks like Billy’s car.”

“What are THEY doing here?” Orlando pushed the pillow over his face. He quickly whipped it off again. “Let me take care of it.”

“You sure you want to do this?” Billy asked Elijah.

“He helped him strip me and push me out in front of EVERYONE,” Elijah growled. “He deserves a piece of my mind.” The door flew open. “Listen here, Vig…”

“Yes?” Orlando asked pleasantly. He leaned in the doorframe, wearing nothing but a smile. Billy ran to his car, screaming something about his eyes being scarred for life. “Vig’s a bit busy right now. Can I take a message?”

“Uh, well, no. I’ll talk to him later.” Elijah turned on his heel and made a beeline for Billy’s car. Orlando smiled and shut the door, hurrying back to the person waiting in bed for him.

THE END