FIC: Smirk

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Again, thank you so much for the wonderful things you've said about the two "Lifeline" stories. There were chants of "More!" but I can only answer with other fics I've written, which aren't directly related to those other two. All of these stories are about three-four years old and I'm just re-reading and cleaning them up as I post. I will say though that I ended up  the Exras CDs for FotR, though I only got through one completely. I thought I could use the comments to come up with some more fics. Had a couple ideas, but I hadn't gotten far into the disc that had the majority of the cast interviews, so maybe I'll do that tonight and we'll see. It will be fun writing about them during the filming. That was my favorite time, even though I did write a little after the films were over and they had moved on. I don't know if I even finished any of those! SO! Please enjoy this next offering!
Title:  Smirk
Author:  ranmaru
Rating:  PG-13
Summary:  Viggo got caught.
Discalimer:  Don't know, don't own, just playing.

“I saw smirking.”

 

Viggo blinked innocently. “What?”

 

“Smirking. I saw it.”

 

“Me?” The older man inwardly winced. If he’d had a chance of getting out of this one, that over-the-top denial sealed his doom.

 

“You. Smirking. At me.”

 

“I love you?”

 

Orli’s eyes were slits, and there might have been the chance he was glaring too much to actually see Viggo tuck tail and run but the Dane figured his ass was grass anyway so he might as well take it like a man. A Man. A King of Men.

 

“I’m bad,” he declared, spreading his arms out. “A bad, bad Man.”

 

Orlando snorted. “Don’t try to sex your way out of this one.”

 

“A naughty King,” Viggo continued. “I should be punished.” It might have helped if he didn’t sound so eager for it.

 

“I got hurt.”

 

“So that means you should hurt me.” Blue eyes sparkled as pale brows wiggled. “Spank me like the bad King I am.”

 

“Are all old men as pervy as you?” Orlando mused, taking a step forward. “Look, I fell on my arse, scraped my hands to shit and you smirked as you helped me up.” He huffed. “And I can’t very well punish you if I can’t use my hands for a proper spanking.” This thought brought on another and his lips turned down. “I can’t even spank myself! Dammit! What the bloody hell am I going to do when you’re gone?”

 

“Come with me?” Viggo hadn’t meant to say that out loud. That sounded vaguely relation-shippy and had they moved into that territory yet?

 

Apparently Orli wasn’t sure either since he started chewing on the side of this thumb. “Uh, right.”

 

“It’s just a few days,” Viggo said, not really sure why he was still talking. There should be sex going on right now.

 

“Just hiking and camping?”

 

“And fishing.” Viggo couldn’t understand why Orli was having a problem seeing the fun in that. “And sex.” And they could start right then and there if Orli needed convincing.

 

“Sex.” Orli gingerly shoved his bandaged hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders a little, giving Viggo one of those up and to the side glances that had been popping up lately in the magazines photos accompanying Orlando’s interviews. “It’d be just you and me?”

 

“You don’t want to.” It shouldn’t hurt. After all, they were just friends with privileges, right? Just two guys who couldn’t get within ten yards of each other without getting hard and needing to find a trailer or a tree to hide behind. Friends who liked to share a pint and talk about acting and art and why Astin would always be ‘that kid in The Goonies.’ It wasn’t like they were in love or anything.

 

“No! I do, I mean, I want to, I just thought…” Orli shrugged. “You like to be alone.”

 

“Yeah, well, maybe this time I want to be alone with you.” Viggo stepped closer and bumped his forehead against the younger man’s. He felt like laughing for some odd reason but he just smiled.

 

“Then I’ll come. And one fucking smirk from you, and there will be a definite lack of sex happening in the woods of New Zealand.” Orli plucked at Viggo’s paint splattered grey t-shirt. “Speaking of sex…”

 

“Time to play Good Elf, Bad King?”

 

“One your knees filthy human.”

 

Viggo knelt down, looked up and smirked.

 

 

The End

Comments

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

lol....so cute and too funny! Sorry to hear there isn't more of Lifeline...but perhaps you can dabble in that in the future. As for now...I'm happy to read whatever you have to offer...as long as I get my Vig/Orli fix!

[laura-iskra.livejournal.com]

I think I'm falling in love with the way you write..

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

*blush*

[mywiel.livejournal.com]

I think I didn't wrote a comment to any of your stories before *looks very shameful* therefore please forgive me and let me say that I really, really like the way you write our guys and that your stories always leave me behind smiling. Thanks for sharing! :)

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and liking them! I'm famous for reading and not commenting, so no worries!

[queen-mean-jean.livejournal.com]

So adorable!!! Good Elf/bad king!! Love it!!

[tularia.livejournal.com]

*smirks from ear to ear*
The innocent love is perfect!

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Nobody can withstand the King of Gondor smirking!!! Not even a badass elf!!
Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!