vigorli

Title: Christmas Wishes

Author: HallieKat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Summary: Takes place during the filming of LOTR, about a month after Viggo joins the cast – Viggo is distracted at work.
A/N: This story actually has a plot! At least, more of one then the previous stories I’ve written. Not part of any series.
A/N 2: Remember that I am still fairly new to this whole slash-V/O thing. If there is anything that you think could be improved or any constructive suggestions that you can make, please let me know.
Today’s random sentence: “Good micro cybersex; justify talking mouse GIF, boot Mac processor.”

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Viggo sighed wearily. It had been three hours since his last break, his head was hot and sweaty under his wig, and his costume was beginning to itch. Shifting the weight on his lap, he winced as he felt the blood flow back into his leg. Seeing the pointed look from the man behind the camera, he quickly smiled, then relaxed once the picture had been taken and the squirming 10-year-old on his lap was finally removed by his mother. He could hear the voices from all of the people still standing in line and he repressed a shudder. ‘How did I ever let Pete talk me into playing Santa?’ he wondered.

It had sounded easy enough when Pete had explained about his friend Brenda that worked at the local mall in Wellington. Brenda was in charge of special events in the mall and the regular Santa had to leave town for a family emergency. The back-up Santa had the flu, which left Brenda without a Santa for a day. Viggo had thought that, after spending 12 and 14 hours a day for 6 or 7 days a week dressed in medieval costumes and fighting stunt men and women with a sword, sitting in a cushioned chair and listening to children make Christmas wishes for 10 hours on his day off would be a piece of cake. Ha!

He’d already been here for about six and a half hours and he felt more like Scrooge than Santa at this point. He’d forgotten how heavy kids could be after sitting on your lap for ten minutes, squirming and poking him with their bony elbows. It had been several years since he had held Henry on his lap, and when he had, Henry had never been as wiggly. He’d also never kicked his father, screamed in his ear, or spit chewing gum in his beard. Luckily, there had been an extra Santa beard in the storeroom.

Next on his lap was a little girl, about three years old and wearing a forest green holiday dress and a matching bow in her long auburn curls. She looked sweet and angelic, blinking at him with large hazel eyes. Viggo smiled down at her warmly. “Ho, ho, ho! And what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas, young lady?” Viggo asked.

The girl looked over at her father who smiled encouragingly, then back at Viggo. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and let out a horrendous screech that would have made the Nazgul flee in terror.

“Smile for the camera!” chirped one of Santa’s jolly elves.

The little girl was still screeching at the top of her lungs and Viggo had a feeling that his attempt at smiling probably looked more like a grimace of pain. He heard the camera click, then had to blink rapidly as he was momentarily blinded by the bright flash.

As the bright spots faded, his gaze locked on to warm brown eyes staring back at him. He was vaguely aware of the father removing the still squalling girl, his entire being now focused completely on the young man now standing at the head of the line. The sound of snickering drew his attention to Orlando’s companions and he glared at the hobbits as they pointed at him and laughed.

One of the elves walked up to the group of young men, hesitantly asking if they were here to visit Santa. Elijah looked the elf up and down, then poked Orli in the side and said loudly, “Hey, Leggy, is this one of your relatives?”

Dom and Billy started laughing again. Orlando just rolled his eyes and whacked ‘Lij on the back of his head, ignoring his yelp. When the Christmas elf again asked if they were here to sit on Santa’s lap, the three hobbits pushed Orlando forward. “Just him,” Dom choked out and then the three fled.

Orlando stared after them in shock as he allowed the mall worker to lead him over to Viggo. Viggo, who was wearing a red velvet suit with white fur trim, padding, and a white beard. Viggo, who was staring at him, laughter twinkling in his soft blue gaze and crinkling the corners of his eyes. Viggo, who he’d had a crush on and fantasized about since he first joined the cast a month ago, replacing their first Aragorn. A crush which he hadn’t told anyone about except Billy. ‘Note to self: Billy may look innocent but do not trust him with any more secrets!’

Orlando’s whirling thoughts were suddenly obliterated as Viggo reached out and took his arm, tugging him down until he was perched on the older man’s lap.

Viggo couldn’t help but be amused by how uncomfortable Orlando looked, despite the fact that he was trying to hide his customary reaction to having the young man so close to him. With his luck, the next parent would notice his arousal and he would be arrested and carted off to jail. “Ho, ho, ho! And what would you like for Christmas, young man?” Viggo loudly gave his customary greeting, then tugged Orlando a bit closer and whispered softly, “What are you doing here? Pete promised me he wouldn’t tell you guys about this!”

Orlando blinked at him, then shook his head. “Man, I can’t believe you are really wearing that.” When Viggo glared at him, he continued, “Oh, Pete didn’t tell us, Fran did, she mentioned how sweet it was that you were helping out. Of course, then the hobbits just had to come see for themselves and they dragged me along with them. Although actually sitting on your lap wasn’t really in the plan.” Then he added under his breath, “Not my plan anyway.”

“Well, since you’re here, you may as well tell me what you want for Christmas.” Viggo hissed, gritting his teeth and trying to stem the flood of desire that rushed through him as Orlando shifted in his lap. “And for crying out loud, stop wiggling!”

When Orlando suddenly went completely still and his eyes widened, Viggo knew the game was up. There was no way for him to explain away the erection that was currently pressed against Orlando’s thigh. Viggo closed his eyes, afraid to see Orli’s reaction.

Meanwhile, Orlando was having trouble processing the idea that Viggo was obviously attracted to him. When he saw the panicked look in Vig’s eyes just as they closed, he realized that the other man didn’t know how much the feeling was returned. Leaning forward, he breathed softly into Viggo’s ear, “All I want is you.”

Startled by the flash of light, Viggo opened his eyes, meeting Orlando’s eyes as the Brit stood and smiled, then walked over to the mall photographer with the camera to pay for his photo with Santa. Grateful for the thick costume, Viggo quickly stood and announced that Santa was taking a break to feed the reindeer, then grabbed Orlando by the hand and quickly retreated to the storeroom that was doubling as his dressing room, leaving behind dozens of impatient parents and whining children, three cheering hobbits, two shocked elves, and a smirking photographer.

Closing the door firmly behind them, Orlando twisted the lock, his breath already quickening at the heated desire in Viggo’s eyes as he yanked his fake beard off and tossed it on a nearby table. Reaching for each other at the same time, their mouths met in a frenzied clash of lips and tongue, both men greedy after denying their feelings for the last month. Orlando sucked voraciously at Viggo’s bottom lip, nipping it lightly with his teeth as he undid the thick black belt surrounding Viggo’s padded middle. Once the belt hung open, the padding slid out and was kicked aside.

Pulling back, Viggo nearly ripped the buttons from Orlando’s shirt in his haste to bare the soft flesh that he had fantasized about nearly every night. When he had finished, he traced the silky skin and quivering muscles reverently, thumbs grazing puckered nubs and causing Orlando to pant and cry out wordlessly before pulling Viggo back in and renewing the assault on his mouth.

Without the belt and padding holding them up, Viggo’s red velvet pants easily slipped down around his ankles, pooling around the shiny black boots. With their mouths still joined, Viggo pressed Orlando back against the wall next to the door, hands quickly undoing his jeans. Reaching inside, Viggo smiled at the lack of underwear, his hand quickly finding and wrapping around hot, swollen flesh. As he stroked the satiny skin, Orlando’s head fell back, thumping dully against the wall and Viggo trailed soft kisses and gentle nips across the other man’s jaw, then up to nibble an ear lobe, enjoying the sounds of pleasure spilling freely into the quiet room.

“We need to stop,” Viggo muttered huskily, regret thickening his voice, although his hand didn’t stop it’s teasing strokes.

Orli’s eyes snapped open. “What? Why? Stopping is – bad. It’s very, very,” he stopped panting harshly as Viggo rubbed his thumb across the beaded moisture at his tip, “very bad.” he finished weakly, moving his hips in sync with Viggo’s hand.

“We need to stop because we don’t have any supplies.” Unable to resist, Viggo dipped his tongue into Orlando’s ear, feeling him shudder. “Like lube,” he licked again, “or condoms.” Another lick.

A sharp knock sounded beside them, followed by the sound of something being slid underneath the door and the unmistakable sound of hobbits calling out “Merry Christmas!”

Viggo reached down and picked up the condom package and tube of lubricant, shaking his head, torn between embarrassment and gratitude. When Orlando pulled him back against him, begging to be fucked, he forgot the hobbits and quickly slipped on the condom and applied the lube, afraid that too much contact would send him over the edge.

Coating his fingers, he tossed the tube aside, and helped Orli hook a leg around his hip, bringing his hand up and rubbing against the puckered opening. Orlando jerked then moaned, begging Viggo to hurry before latching on to Viggo’s neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Wasting no time, Viggo carefully stretched Orlando, avoiding his prostrate. By the time he was done, Orlando was whining, hardly able to stand.

Drawing Orlando’s other leg up and helping him lock his ankles together, Viggo positioned himself carefully, pushing steadily against the tight opening before sinking deeply inside. Both men groaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of being joined at last. Viggo drew back, then pushed forward again, angling to nudge against Orlando’s prostrate, who thrust back against him. Reaching up to slide his hands between Orlando’s back and the wall, Viggo began a fast and hard rhythm, slamming forward each time, knowing they weren’t going to last for much longer.

Orlando was lost in sensation, every move from Viggo against him driving him higher, as his prostrate was stroked repeatedly and the velvet from Viggo’s suit brushed his chest and rubbed his nipples. Afraid of making too much noise and alerting the entire mall as to what was going on in the storeroom, he pressed his mouth again to Viggo’s, letting the older man swallow his moans and cries.

Viggo thrust once more, then the world shattered around him, everything dissolving into brown curls and a soft, accented voice chanting his name.

“Oh, god, Viggo, please! Don’t stop! I’m so close, oh fuck, so close!” Forcing himself to withdraw, Viggo soothingly kissed Orlando’s nose, then lowered them both to the floor. After settling Orlando on his back, Viggo moved down, trailing kisses across his smooth olive skin, across his abs, pausing to lick at the sun tattoo, before reaching his goal. Eagerly, Viggo lapped up the fluid that had escaped to trail down the pulsing flesh, then teased the slit at the tip before engulfing the shaft completely, relaxing his throat and sucking hard.

Orlando’s eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust helplessly, biting his lip to stifle his cries as he came, fingers clutching tightly to Viggo’s broad shoulders, still covered in velvet.

Viggo moved up to look at Orlando as he caught his breath, the two smiling softly at each other. The moment was interrupted when another knock came at the door, an elf calling through cautiously, “Uh, Santa? Your, um, break is up.”

Viggo sighed. “I’ll be right out.”

After they had dressed and straightened up, they kissed again softly before opening the door. Orlando hurried back to the hobbits, hustling them off with promises of details later. With a wide grin, Viggo sauntered back to Santa’s chair, sitting down and accepting the two quarreling twins that were presented to him, he laughed when one jabbed him in the ribs and the other kicked him in the shin. “Ho, ho, ho!”
~~~~~The End~~~~~