FIC: $100.000 1/5 V/O NC-17
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vigorliTitle: $100,000 © 2006 by Myr Juhl
Part: 1/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
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Summary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 1
by Myr Juhl
“Look at you, Orli!” Dom grinned, as Orlando skimmed his hands over his head to rid it of remaining lose hair.
“God, it feels so good to drop those heavy curls.” He paid the barber and laughing, the two friends left the establishment. Dom stole a glance at Orlando. He remembered him having that hair length after the Mohawk had been put to sleep. Orlando looked even more attractive with this short style than with Paris of Troy’s curls if that was even possible at all.
They spent their vacation on an island with hot climate because they needed to escape the wet and cold winter of England. The Rings junket promo tours had finally ended. No more extra material to shoot. Moreover, they needed some distraction to take their minds of the fact that the fairy tale had ended and the tight fellowship bond was loosening fast. Orlando had time off filming ‘Kingdom of Heaven’. Dom would return to work on ‘Purifiers’.
Time flew. They had agreed to spend three weeks on this vacation and so far, they had enjoyed doing exactly what they had felt like. Sometimes together and at other times apart. Orlando enjoyed taking photographs and had gone on several shooting trips. The weather conditions on the resort had been humid during these past weeks and he had suffered with the long hair. Then Dom had suggested for him to simply get rid of the curls. And he’d taken up on the suggestion promptly. He’d just gotten so accustomed to the hair by now because the roles he’d had since ROTK had required some length of hair.
“I don’t need this anymore. Getting a wig on anyhow for my next part!”
“And they say genius is overrated!” For that remark, Dom earned himself a smack on the bottom and a toe-curling kiss leaving him breathless. Orlando just winked and laughed. Fucker!
The vacation was nearing the final week. They sat on the grass on a square. Tourists came and went. Lovely day. Annoying doves. Haunting chimes from the many churches around the old city. Fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the sky. Heavenly place. Orlando lay on his back, watching, and smelling the sweetness of the flowering bushes neatly positioned here and there on the square.
“Isn’t this something?” he sighed.
Dom mumbled, “Yeah... ’s great.”
“S’blomie...?”
Dom opened his eyes reluctantly. “What?”
“Are you going home or what?”
Dom rolled on his side, resting his head in his hand.
“After this? Us? Probably. However, I’m visiting Mum and Dad before. Then I’m heading back to the States. And you?”
“I’ve finally managed to sell my flat. I was hoping to crash with you in LA...”
“Sure, no prob. Just make up your mind. ’kay?”
They lay in silence and just enjoyed each other’s company and the feel of the place.
“Hungry?”
“Sure!”
They got up and went to a little cosy restaurant close by that they had become fond of. Afterwards, they returned. Dom fumbled with his CD player. Someone else had occupied the spot when they returned to the square. They discussed where else to sit when they were interrupted by a voice.
“Excuse me!”
Looking up, Dom and Orlando regarded a man who duelled the sun radiating raw virility and persuasive power. Orlando quickly noticed he exclusively rested his unnatural grey eyes on him. His eyes were practically glued to him as his gaze scanned him up and down several times. So it was with hesitation that he forced himself to even address the guy.
“Yeah?”
The man wasn’t actually threatening or intimidating in any way; he just radiated and Dom and Orlando picked up the waves like little radios.
“May I ask you a question?”
He had a strange accent. Perhaps Scandinavian. In addition, the voice had a pleasant resonance in a compelling kind of way and, since he was still looking directly at Orlando, he assumed the man wanted him to answer. So he found himself nodding like a stupid doll with his head bobbing on a pin. The man moved his eyes to rest on Dom for a while. Suddenly, Orlando had a feeling what the topic of the man’s question was. He grabbed Dom’s hand behind his back, their backs. Dom looked surprised but gave him a reassuring squeeze.
“I think I’d like a witness.”
The man just smiled and his sexual aura beamed and surrounded Orlando and Dom who helplessly felt a disturbance in their pants. The man slowly reached behind Orlando’s head. Orlando felt his touch cool and pleasant. His fingers slid down and caressed the tender hollow of the back of his neck a few moments.
Orlando couldn’t move. He felt like a paralysed deer staring blindly into the headlights of a car that were the eyes of this stranger. The disturbance grew rapidly, and pleasure spread fast through his body as the seedless orgasm had him shiver. The man removed his hand and the coolness disappeared as if it hadn’t been there.
“Orli... come on,” Dom felt so uneasy by the man’s presence. He tucked at Orlando’s hand to drag him away.
However, Orlando just disentangled himself and managed to cover how he still felt inside. He narrowed his eyes, determined that wouldn’t happen again. “What do you want?”
The man smiled and permeated tranquil and even more persuasiveness. “I’ve watched you for a few hours. You have handsome features, young man. I am inviting you to spend some time with me... in my place. Your company would be very important to me.”
Orlando’s eyes flickered. He felt uneasy by the new information that he’d been watched unwarily.
“I will pay you 100,000 American dollars to compensate any inconvenience work or private life might issue.”
Orlando let out a soft, “Oh!”
Dom growled, “Why don’t you buy a cheap whore if you just want to shag him?”
Orlando gasped at Dom’s direct speech.
The man looked at Dom. “Did I mention anything about sex?” he asked, and his gaze felt so piercing that Dom had to look away.
“No, you didn’t,” he finally admitted.
“Look, take this cell phone. I will call you in an hour. Have an answer ready for me then, yeah?” He replaced his hand at Orlando’s neck and brushed the short hairs a bit. Then he left the puzzled friends on the square.
They looked at each other and then at the phone. Dom pushed Orlando towards a bench that became vacant when a couple got up and left. They sat there in silence and kept staring at the phone in Orlando’s exposed palm. Without it visibly displayed there, they might have thought it had been a surreal experience.
Orlando closed his eyes. The orgasm still teased his brain and groin; lingering and wouldn’t leave him. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the man’s gaze; pleasure rebuilding in his body as the memory of cool fingers caressed his neck. The little hairs stood everywhere on his body. Goosebumps. Pleasure. He moaned softly as a new orgasm in his brain made his body jerk slightly.
“What is it?”
“Just goosebumps. Nothing, just...” But then he pressed his forehead against Dom’s as a new orgasm rushed through him.
“What are you doing?”
Hissing he moaned, “It’s n... o... t me!” squeezing the phone to death. Dom grinned, grabbed Orlando’s head, and pressed his lips against Orlando’s mouth. Surprised he was when Orlando almost ate him alive.
“Wow! What happens here?” Dom asked breathlessly when he got his lips back.
“Something’s fucking with my brain!”
“How?”
“Apparently, he has a direct number to my dick.”
Alarmed, Dom frowned. “Don’t do it, Orlando! His intentions were written all over his face.”
“Of course it was...” Orlando mumbled distantly. The sum of money was enormous. Money he would soon have to himself aplenty from the various movies he’d already signed up for or participated in. However, the thought that someone was willing to spend so much money on his company for a week was very intriguing. Of course, he wouldn’t let the man near his arse for the whole week and he intended to just leave after that. He didn’t care if he was paid. The thought of it was what mattered.
“Have you made up your mind?”
“I don’t know!” Orlando suddenly snapped.
Dom nuzzled his ears with that funny round nose of his. “I sense you do like that blond Viking?”
Orlando grinned, “You noticed? Like? No! I don’t know the guy for fuck’s sake. What’s the matter with ya, Dom?”
Dom laughed, “But you’d like to, wouldn't you?” Orlando got up. The sensations had finally left his body alone.
“No... I-I’m sorry to ruin our last week here...”
Dom shrugged. “I’m sorry too. But hey, we’ll still get the last two days!”
“Yeah... We’d better plan where to meet in seven days!”
“Why not here?”
“Of course. Here. Noon in seven days.”
Time past quickly, and the two close friends just sat hugging on the bench. They completely ignored the many stares they received. They jolted away from each other when the phone rang. Their eyes sparkled.
Dom whispered, “Have fun!”
Orlando answered squeezing Dom’s hand.
“Hello!” he said in a small voice.
“Have you made up your mind?”
Orlando nodded silently.
“I take that as a yes, do I?”
Orlando hesitated but nodded again.
“Good. I will come and collect you. Do you wear your passport?”
Orlando nodded a third time.
“Then you really don’t need to return to your hotel. I can provide every thing you will need for your stay.”
“I’m sure you can...” Orlando mumbled. He shot a glance around the square. Maybe he could see the man in the crowd. But of course he couldn’t. They waited in silence and tension built up to an unbearable level. Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on Orlando’s shoulder. He exhaled and then turned to face the man. The stranger was still irresistible, and he knew he wanted this. He took off his camera and handed it to Dom.
“Take our picture, S’Blomie.”
The man obliged to have his picture taken with Orlando. “You’re best friends?” he asked. They nodded. Then the man gave Dom a bag, “The money’s in here. Keep it for your friend until you see him again. Right here. In seven days.”
They stole glances at each other. Had he heard them too?
“What’s your address?” Dom wanted to know.
The man shook his head. “Your friend is going to my private estate. Now it wouldn’t be private if I gave you the address, would it? But keep the phone. I’ll grant you fifteen minutes to talk every day. And your friend will call you.”
“But battery?”
“Solar cells,” the man pointed. “No batteries.”
“Oh... right.”
Orlando hugged Dom hard and clearly showed how scared he was after all. Very close to regretting.
“I’ll be here. At noon in seven days. Count on it,” Dom said, staring at the man, who tilted his head in respect of Orlando’s feisty friend.
“Come,” the man said and grabbed Orlando’s other hand. As they widened their distance, Dom’s hand slipped out of Orlando’s. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for it, but he couldn’t resist the man. He was almost addictive.
In a side way to the square, the man’s car was parked. Yummy car. Orlando got into the topless convertible. The man started the engine, making the car accelerated prompt and, effortlessly, the vehicle moved around the small streets before hitting the main road away from the city. Soon they were far away from civilization. The area was a bit vast, but then green areas emerged and, soon, the man turned to a path that was clearly marked private. A few minutes later, an impressive mansion appeared in Orlando’s view. He was intimidated at the obvious wealth of the man. Suddenly the sound of 100,000 US$ seemed like peanuts.
/I’ll be crushed like a stupid useless fly,/ he thought. He ran his nails through the short hair and could still smell the cheap perfume the barber generously used in all his products.
Orlando saw his eyes reflect in the small back mirror above the front window. Then he turned and looked at the heavy remote controlled iron gate opening silently. Automatically.
On the courtyard, they got out of the car.
“Come inside,” the man said. “I’ll show you to your room right away personally.” Then he went to Orlando’s side and helped him out of the car. Once Orlando stood erect, he grabbed his face between his hands and kissed him. Softly, he informed him: “My name is Viggo Mortensen. What is yours?”
Orlando cleared his voice after the surprise kiss and said, “I’m Orlando Bloom.”
“Of course you are.”
Orlando frowned. “You knew?”
“Your thoughts told me before your lips.”
“Oh, mind reader, are we?” Orlando grinned embarrassed. Viggo just smiled. Shortly after, they entered the tasteful estate. Not overly furnished. Mostly, it looked like nobody had touched anything the last hundred years. Orlando stole a quick glance at the man. No, Viggo was a 21st century man all right.
“Where are you from, Viggo?”
“Denmark,” the answer came prompt with a short grimaced smile.
Orlando smiled back. “What?”
“British right?”
Orlando snorted, “The accent gives me away every time I open my mouth.”
“And such a pretty mouth you have," Viggo said as he opened the door to Orlando’s room for the next week.
“Don’t even go near my mouth, Viggo.” But as the door shut behind them, the by now familiar sensation built up inside Orlando that seemed to come out of nowhere and he gasped, “No... please...” Viggo pushed him gently towards the bed until he fell backwards. Viggo just stood there watching Orlando as one exquisite orgasm replaced another. Orlando moaned in pleasure as Viggo began undressing him. Orlando tried to get away from his seductive hands. But like you cannot escape the coming of a sneeze, he couldn’t escape the orgasms. Helpless he regarded Viggo as he undressed himself, where after he crawled into bed with him holding him close.
“Please... stop...” Orlando vainly pleaded.
“I can’t. I’m not the one doing this. Your brains are...”
“I’m not a whore. You said nothing about sex.”
“Are we having sex? You’re so naïve boy.” Orlando closed his eyes and gave up. Viggo licked a path from Orlando’s knees to his engorged cock. Then Orlando let go and grabbed Viggo’s hair and held on to him as his first ejaculation followed the orgasm. Semen spurted down Viggo’s throat.
Orlando cried relieved and before he could stop his racing brain he breathed, “Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Viggo smiled seductively and asked, "Are you sure? The chemicals in your brain might deceive you!”
“I don’t care,” Orlando completely forgot he wouldn’t let Viggo near his arse the entire week. Viggo turned Orlando around and had him lie on spread, bent knees. His lovely arse was accessibly pointing upwards with soft cheeks slightly parted. Viggo had the perfect view of a clenching tight rosy hole. Viggo positioned himself only first focusing on Orlando’s mind willing him to relax his ring muscle. Then he fluidly slid inside him a few inches. One, long excited moan escaped Orlando as he came in shudders rushing through his body for god knows which time that day. Groggily, he knew he had to get away. Get back to Dom. This he couldn’t survive. Coming forcefully like this non-stop for a whole week. Viggo hadn’t stopped fucking him. Eventually, Orlando passed out.
TBC...
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Part: 1/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta:
bee_ta_babySummary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 1
by Myr Juhl
“Look at you, Orli!” Dom grinned, as Orlando skimmed his hands over his head to rid it of remaining lose hair.
“God, it feels so good to drop those heavy curls.” He paid the barber and laughing, the two friends left the establishment. Dom stole a glance at Orlando. He remembered him having that hair length after the Mohawk had been put to sleep. Orlando looked even more attractive with this short style than with Paris of Troy’s curls if that was even possible at all.
They spent their vacation on an island with hot climate because they needed to escape the wet and cold winter of England. The Rings junket promo tours had finally ended. No more extra material to shoot. Moreover, they needed some distraction to take their minds of the fact that the fairy tale had ended and the tight fellowship bond was loosening fast. Orlando had time off filming ‘Kingdom of Heaven’. Dom would return to work on ‘Purifiers’.
Time flew. They had agreed to spend three weeks on this vacation and so far, they had enjoyed doing exactly what they had felt like. Sometimes together and at other times apart. Orlando enjoyed taking photographs and had gone on several shooting trips. The weather conditions on the resort had been humid during these past weeks and he had suffered with the long hair. Then Dom had suggested for him to simply get rid of the curls. And he’d taken up on the suggestion promptly. He’d just gotten so accustomed to the hair by now because the roles he’d had since ROTK had required some length of hair.
“I don’t need this anymore. Getting a wig on anyhow for my next part!”
“And they say genius is overrated!” For that remark, Dom earned himself a smack on the bottom and a toe-curling kiss leaving him breathless. Orlando just winked and laughed. Fucker!
The vacation was nearing the final week. They sat on the grass on a square. Tourists came and went. Lovely day. Annoying doves. Haunting chimes from the many churches around the old city. Fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the sky. Heavenly place. Orlando lay on his back, watching, and smelling the sweetness of the flowering bushes neatly positioned here and there on the square.
“Isn’t this something?” he sighed.
Dom mumbled, “Yeah... ’s great.”
“S’blomie...?”
Dom opened his eyes reluctantly. “What?”
“Are you going home or what?”
Dom rolled on his side, resting his head in his hand.
“After this? Us? Probably. However, I’m visiting Mum and Dad before. Then I’m heading back to the States. And you?”
“I’ve finally managed to sell my flat. I was hoping to crash with you in LA...”
“Sure, no prob. Just make up your mind. ’kay?”
They lay in silence and just enjoyed each other’s company and the feel of the place.
“Hungry?”
“Sure!”
They got up and went to a little cosy restaurant close by that they had become fond of. Afterwards, they returned. Dom fumbled with his CD player. Someone else had occupied the spot when they returned to the square. They discussed where else to sit when they were interrupted by a voice.
“Excuse me!”
Looking up, Dom and Orlando regarded a man who duelled the sun radiating raw virility and persuasive power. Orlando quickly noticed he exclusively rested his unnatural grey eyes on him. His eyes were practically glued to him as his gaze scanned him up and down several times. So it was with hesitation that he forced himself to even address the guy.
“Yeah?”
The man wasn’t actually threatening or intimidating in any way; he just radiated and Dom and Orlando picked up the waves like little radios.
“May I ask you a question?”
He had a strange accent. Perhaps Scandinavian. In addition, the voice had a pleasant resonance in a compelling kind of way and, since he was still looking directly at Orlando, he assumed the man wanted him to answer. So he found himself nodding like a stupid doll with his head bobbing on a pin. The man moved his eyes to rest on Dom for a while. Suddenly, Orlando had a feeling what the topic of the man’s question was. He grabbed Dom’s hand behind his back, their backs. Dom looked surprised but gave him a reassuring squeeze.
“I think I’d like a witness.”
The man just smiled and his sexual aura beamed and surrounded Orlando and Dom who helplessly felt a disturbance in their pants. The man slowly reached behind Orlando’s head. Orlando felt his touch cool and pleasant. His fingers slid down and caressed the tender hollow of the back of his neck a few moments.
Orlando couldn’t move. He felt like a paralysed deer staring blindly into the headlights of a car that were the eyes of this stranger. The disturbance grew rapidly, and pleasure spread fast through his body as the seedless orgasm had him shiver. The man removed his hand and the coolness disappeared as if it hadn’t been there.
“Orli... come on,” Dom felt so uneasy by the man’s presence. He tucked at Orlando’s hand to drag him away.
However, Orlando just disentangled himself and managed to cover how he still felt inside. He narrowed his eyes, determined that wouldn’t happen again. “What do you want?”
The man smiled and permeated tranquil and even more persuasiveness. “I’ve watched you for a few hours. You have handsome features, young man. I am inviting you to spend some time with me... in my place. Your company would be very important to me.”
Orlando’s eyes flickered. He felt uneasy by the new information that he’d been watched unwarily.
“I will pay you 100,000 American dollars to compensate any inconvenience work or private life might issue.”
Orlando let out a soft, “Oh!”
Dom growled, “Why don’t you buy a cheap whore if you just want to shag him?”
Orlando gasped at Dom’s direct speech.
The man looked at Dom. “Did I mention anything about sex?” he asked, and his gaze felt so piercing that Dom had to look away.
“No, you didn’t,” he finally admitted.
“Look, take this cell phone. I will call you in an hour. Have an answer ready for me then, yeah?” He replaced his hand at Orlando’s neck and brushed the short hairs a bit. Then he left the puzzled friends on the square.
They looked at each other and then at the phone. Dom pushed Orlando towards a bench that became vacant when a couple got up and left. They sat there in silence and kept staring at the phone in Orlando’s exposed palm. Without it visibly displayed there, they might have thought it had been a surreal experience.
Orlando closed his eyes. The orgasm still teased his brain and groin; lingering and wouldn’t leave him. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the man’s gaze; pleasure rebuilding in his body as the memory of cool fingers caressed his neck. The little hairs stood everywhere on his body. Goosebumps. Pleasure. He moaned softly as a new orgasm in his brain made his body jerk slightly.
“What is it?”
“Just goosebumps. Nothing, just...” But then he pressed his forehead against Dom’s as a new orgasm rushed through him.
“What are you doing?”
Hissing he moaned, “It’s n... o... t me!” squeezing the phone to death. Dom grinned, grabbed Orlando’s head, and pressed his lips against Orlando’s mouth. Surprised he was when Orlando almost ate him alive.
“Wow! What happens here?” Dom asked breathlessly when he got his lips back.
“Something’s fucking with my brain!”
“How?”
“Apparently, he has a direct number to my dick.”
Alarmed, Dom frowned. “Don’t do it, Orlando! His intentions were written all over his face.”
“Of course it was...” Orlando mumbled distantly. The sum of money was enormous. Money he would soon have to himself aplenty from the various movies he’d already signed up for or participated in. However, the thought that someone was willing to spend so much money on his company for a week was very intriguing. Of course, he wouldn’t let the man near his arse for the whole week and he intended to just leave after that. He didn’t care if he was paid. The thought of it was what mattered.
“Have you made up your mind?”
“I don’t know!” Orlando suddenly snapped.
Dom nuzzled his ears with that funny round nose of his. “I sense you do like that blond Viking?”
Orlando grinned, “You noticed? Like? No! I don’t know the guy for fuck’s sake. What’s the matter with ya, Dom?”
Dom laughed, “But you’d like to, wouldn't you?” Orlando got up. The sensations had finally left his body alone.
“No... I-I’m sorry to ruin our last week here...”
Dom shrugged. “I’m sorry too. But hey, we’ll still get the last two days!”
“Yeah... We’d better plan where to meet in seven days!”
“Why not here?”
“Of course. Here. Noon in seven days.”
Time past quickly, and the two close friends just sat hugging on the bench. They completely ignored the many stares they received. They jolted away from each other when the phone rang. Their eyes sparkled.
Dom whispered, “Have fun!”
Orlando answered squeezing Dom’s hand.
“Hello!” he said in a small voice.
“Have you made up your mind?”
Orlando nodded silently.
“I take that as a yes, do I?”
Orlando hesitated but nodded again.
“Good. I will come and collect you. Do you wear your passport?”
Orlando nodded a third time.
“Then you really don’t need to return to your hotel. I can provide every thing you will need for your stay.”
“I’m sure you can...” Orlando mumbled. He shot a glance around the square. Maybe he could see the man in the crowd. But of course he couldn’t. They waited in silence and tension built up to an unbearable level. Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on Orlando’s shoulder. He exhaled and then turned to face the man. The stranger was still irresistible, and he knew he wanted this. He took off his camera and handed it to Dom.
“Take our picture, S’Blomie.”
The man obliged to have his picture taken with Orlando. “You’re best friends?” he asked. They nodded. Then the man gave Dom a bag, “The money’s in here. Keep it for your friend until you see him again. Right here. In seven days.”
They stole glances at each other. Had he heard them too?
“What’s your address?” Dom wanted to know.
The man shook his head. “Your friend is going to my private estate. Now it wouldn’t be private if I gave you the address, would it? But keep the phone. I’ll grant you fifteen minutes to talk every day. And your friend will call you.”
“But battery?”
“Solar cells,” the man pointed. “No batteries.”
“Oh... right.”
Orlando hugged Dom hard and clearly showed how scared he was after all. Very close to regretting.
“I’ll be here. At noon in seven days. Count on it,” Dom said, staring at the man, who tilted his head in respect of Orlando’s feisty friend.
“Come,” the man said and grabbed Orlando’s other hand. As they widened their distance, Dom’s hand slipped out of Orlando’s. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for it, but he couldn’t resist the man. He was almost addictive.
In a side way to the square, the man’s car was parked. Yummy car. Orlando got into the topless convertible. The man started the engine, making the car accelerated prompt and, effortlessly, the vehicle moved around the small streets before hitting the main road away from the city. Soon they were far away from civilization. The area was a bit vast, but then green areas emerged and, soon, the man turned to a path that was clearly marked private. A few minutes later, an impressive mansion appeared in Orlando’s view. He was intimidated at the obvious wealth of the man. Suddenly the sound of 100,000 US$ seemed like peanuts.
/I’ll be crushed like a stupid useless fly,/ he thought. He ran his nails through the short hair and could still smell the cheap perfume the barber generously used in all his products.
Orlando saw his eyes reflect in the small back mirror above the front window. Then he turned and looked at the heavy remote controlled iron gate opening silently. Automatically.
On the courtyard, they got out of the car.
“Come inside,” the man said. “I’ll show you to your room right away personally.” Then he went to Orlando’s side and helped him out of the car. Once Orlando stood erect, he grabbed his face between his hands and kissed him. Softly, he informed him: “My name is Viggo Mortensen. What is yours?”
Orlando cleared his voice after the surprise kiss and said, “I’m Orlando Bloom.”
“Of course you are.”
Orlando frowned. “You knew?”
“Your thoughts told me before your lips.”
“Oh, mind reader, are we?” Orlando grinned embarrassed. Viggo just smiled. Shortly after, they entered the tasteful estate. Not overly furnished. Mostly, it looked like nobody had touched anything the last hundred years. Orlando stole a quick glance at the man. No, Viggo was a 21st century man all right.
“Where are you from, Viggo?”
“Denmark,” the answer came prompt with a short grimaced smile.
Orlando smiled back. “What?”
“British right?”
Orlando snorted, “The accent gives me away every time I open my mouth.”
“And such a pretty mouth you have," Viggo said as he opened the door to Orlando’s room for the next week.
“Don’t even go near my mouth, Viggo.” But as the door shut behind them, the by now familiar sensation built up inside Orlando that seemed to come out of nowhere and he gasped, “No... please...” Viggo pushed him gently towards the bed until he fell backwards. Viggo just stood there watching Orlando as one exquisite orgasm replaced another. Orlando moaned in pleasure as Viggo began undressing him. Orlando tried to get away from his seductive hands. But like you cannot escape the coming of a sneeze, he couldn’t escape the orgasms. Helpless he regarded Viggo as he undressed himself, where after he crawled into bed with him holding him close.
“Please... stop...” Orlando vainly pleaded.
“I can’t. I’m not the one doing this. Your brains are...”
“I’m not a whore. You said nothing about sex.”
“Are we having sex? You’re so naïve boy.” Orlando closed his eyes and gave up. Viggo licked a path from Orlando’s knees to his engorged cock. Then Orlando let go and grabbed Viggo’s hair and held on to him as his first ejaculation followed the orgasm. Semen spurted down Viggo’s throat.
Orlando cried relieved and before he could stop his racing brain he breathed, “Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Viggo smiled seductively and asked, "Are you sure? The chemicals in your brain might deceive you!”
“I don’t care,” Orlando completely forgot he wouldn’t let Viggo near his arse the entire week. Viggo turned Orlando around and had him lie on spread, bent knees. His lovely arse was accessibly pointing upwards with soft cheeks slightly parted. Viggo had the perfect view of a clenching tight rosy hole. Viggo positioned himself only first focusing on Orlando’s mind willing him to relax his ring muscle. Then he fluidly slid inside him a few inches. One, long excited moan escaped Orlando as he came in shudders rushing through his body for god knows which time that day. Groggily, he knew he had to get away. Get back to Dom. This he couldn’t survive. Coming forcefully like this non-stop for a whole week. Viggo hadn’t stopped fucking him. Eventually, Orlando passed out.
TBC...
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