FIC: Smoke and Stir-fry

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Have to post and run this morning!

Title:  Smoke and Stir-fry
Author:  ranmaru

 Rating:  NC-17
Summary:  Orli cooks, Elijah smokes, and Viggo gets laid.
Disclaimer:  Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Beta'd by the lovely lenalove !

 

Orlando cautiously poked at the vegetable stir-fry with a wooden spoon while trying to think of a nice way to tell Elijah to put out his cigarette. Normally he wouldn’t have such qualms about mentioning it but his friend wasn’t looking so great this morning; whether from a late night or just the hardship of filming, Orli wasn’t sure. A few more pokes and the Brit was satisfied that he was following Viggo’s instructions to a Tee.

 

“Shit, Orli. Why didn’t you say something?”

 

Orlando turned around to see Elijah stubbing out his cigarette in the stainless steel sink. “Thought you needed it.”

 

“Yeah, well, I’m not gonna cry if I can’t get a fix, man.” Elijah grinned. “I’ll just get the shakes and be really cranky.”

 

“So nothing new, eh?” Orlando sat down at the table across from his friend and wrapped his hands around his glass of orange juice. “So, going tell me why you’re here and not with the rest of the Hobbits causing madness and mayhem?”

 

The blue-eyed man sighed and drew invisible patterns on the surface of the wooden table. “I’m just tired, y’know?” Orli nodded encouragingly. “Is it weird that Dom and Billy and Sean seem to have more energy than I do and I’m at least 10 years younger than any of them?”

 

“Ever think it’s the smoking?” Orli tried to keep a straight face but the disgusted look on Elijah’s had him in stitches.

 

“Oh fuck you, you prick. You quit for three days and suddenly you’re on the soapbox circuit.”

 

“Lij, look man, maybe they just cover it better. We’re all exhausted. I’m man enough to admit that I’ve fallen asleep during sex recently.” Also man enough to blush like a virgin too, Orli noted as his face heated up. Elijah just leaned back in his chair and snickered.

 

“I’d love to say shit about that but since I’m not having sex at all, you’re still one up on me.” Orli watched with a hidden grin as Elijah lit up another cigarette then looked at his hands like they belonged to someone else. “I must be tired,” the American muttered getting up.

 

“Don’t bother, Lij. Have a smoke, it won’t kill me.”

 

“That’s not what the statistics say.”

 

“Yeah, well.” Orli returned to the stove to poke more vegetables. “I won’t inhale.”

 

 “Oh good. That’s a relief.” Lij breathed in and blew the smoke towards the taller man who frowned and waved his hand.

 

“Go open the window over the sink, ya cunt.”

 

“My mother hates that word. I mean hates it. I hope I don’t slip up in front of her.” Elijah stood by the open window, the sunlight making him seem too pale.

 

“Viggo does too. He gets all quiet and presses his lips together like he wants to scold me or something but knows I’ll just say it more if he does.” Orli grinned. “He threatened me within an inch of my life the last time Henry was here.”

 

“He must miss the kid,” Elijah said, one arm around his middle.

 

“Yeah. That’s why he spent so much time with Astin when his wife left for the States.”

 

“He really appreciated that. Sean’s so focused on taking care of everyone, it really killed him to have to see them go. Then again, it gives him more time to take care of me.” Elijah rolled his blue eyes.

 

“Truth now, you’d hate it if he stopped.”

 

“Oh absolutely. I’d forget my friggin’ head if he wasn’t around. Sometimes it’s a bit much but how can you get mad when he looks at you with that earnest face?” Elijah groaned. “I love him so much I could kill him sometimes.”

 

Orli laughed as he took the fry pan off the burner and dumped the contents into a large plastic bowl. The rice had been done for a while but was still warm in the rice-cooker. He began to pile the white rice onto two plates. “Hungry?”

 

“I could eat.”

 

“It’s good for you. Think your stomach can handle it?” Orli added the veggies and grabbed two forks.

 

“Fuck off,” Lij said pleasantly, taking the plate Orli offered. They ate silently for a few minutes before Elijah said, “So you and Vig are doing okay?”

 

Orli nodded as he chewed. “Better than okay. I thought it would be awkward being together so much, y’know? But it’s not because when we’re together onset, we’re different people. Obviously we are when the camera’s rolling.” He shrugged. “I still keep waiting for him to call it quits though.”

 

Elijah blinked in shock. “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Orli shrugged again and buried a snow pea into a mound of rice. “I’m not exactly an expert at relationships.”

 

“No one is, idiot. Look, if you’re so concerned, why don’t you talk to him?” Elijah nibbled on a baby corn.

 

“And let him know I’m being a complete idiot? No, thank you.”

 

“So you’re just going to freak out by yourself?” Elijah shook his head. “You’ll give yourself an ulcer.”

 

“Yeah, well smoking will give you cancer.”

 

The two men stared at each other for a moment before chuckling. Elijah flipped his friend off before he returned to his plate. Orlando didn’t feel as hungry as he had when he’d begun cooking. He brought his plate over to the sink and dumped the contents in the garbage disposal.

 

“Hey Orli? I’m gonna crash on your couch for a bit.” Lij handed the Brit his empty plate and sauntered into the livingroom. Orli shook his head and grinned. He was putting the plates into the dishwasher when Viggo came into the kitchen from the livingroom.

 

“Why is Elijah sleeping on the couch?”

 

“’Cause he was tired.” Orli shut the dishwasher and wiped his hands on his jeans as he crossed the room. “I didn’t hear you come in.” He wound his arms around Viggo’s neck and tilted his head for a kiss.

 

“I saw the Hobbit’s car and thought I’d sneak in and eavesdrop.” The kiss they shared was loving and simple, over too quickly and they came together again, Viggo’s arms tightening around Orlando’s waist.

 

“Blackmail material?”

 

“Of course.” After dropping a quick peck to Orli’s nose, Viggo stepped away. “You made that stir-fry?” He grabbed a plate from the cupboard.

 

“Yeah.” Orli sat at the table and waited for Viggo to fix up his plate. When the older man was sitting in Elijah’s abandoned chair, the Brit took a deep breath and said, “Can I ask you something?”

 

“Hm?” Viggo bit into a glazed carrot and moaned appreciatively.

 

“Do you plan on breaking off with me any time soon?” It was impossible to look at Viggo as he waited for an answer and Orlando glanced down at his hands, which were clenched and white-knuckled on the table. He quickly hid them in his lap and studied his glass of orange juice.

 

“Where is this coming from?” Viggo asked, his voice calm and quiet.

 

“Just answer the question.”

 

“No.”

 

“No you won’t answer the question or-“

 

“No.”

 

Orli’s shoulders sagged in relief and he realized how stiff he’d been sitting. He picked up his glass and finished off the juice in two swallows. “Good.”

 

“Do you?”

 

“No.” Why was it so damn hard to look up?

 

“Good. Look at me.”

 

Orlando frowned but did as he was told, Viggo’s pale blue eyes catching and holding his.

 

“I won’t guarantee forever because I don’t like lying. Is that okay?”

 

In a way, it really wasn’t. It would have been nice to hear but Orli knew that realistically Viggo was right. It sucked but then real life so often did. “Yeah.”

 

“Good. How long do you think Lij will stay asleep?” Viggo stood up and came around the table and held out his hand.

 

“Not sure. He looked knackered. Maybe an hour?” Orli let the older man pull him out of the chair.

 

“Feel like making things up to me for last night?” Viggo’s eyes were laughing and Orlando groaned, burying his head against the Dane’s shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

 

“Asshole,” Orli grumbled, latching on to Viggo’s wrist and dragging him through the livingroom and down the hall to his bedroom. “If you wake Lij up with all of your screaming, it’s not my fault, you horny bugger.”

 

“I don’t scream,” Viggo denied, closing the bedroom door and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

 

“We need a video camera so I can prove you wrong.” Orli began to unzip his pants. “Then again, somehow I can see Dom and Billy getting hold of the tape.” He shuddered. “Christ what a terrifying thought.”

 

“I think I lost my erection.” Viggo kicked his jeans and underwear towards the closet and looked down at himself. “Hm, almost. Here, get down on your knees, quick.”

 

“And get rug burn on my knees again? I’m going surfing with Dom tomorrow. No way. Get on the bed.” Orli left his clothes in a pile and knelt on the end of the bed while Viggo got situated. When the older man was laying flat on his back, Orli crawled up between his legs.

 

Viggo gave him a look. “Please stay awake this time. It’s hell on the ego when your partner falls asleep when you have his cock in your mouth.”

 

“Partner? We’re having sex not square dancing.” Orli straddled one of Viggo’s thighs. “I’m your lover.”

 

“Fine, you’re my lover and as my lover I think you have better things to do with your mouth than talk.” Viggo pointed at his semi-erect penis. “Suck.”

 

“No kissing or petting?” Orli tsked as he trailed the tip of a finger down the length of Viggo’s erection, smiling when he heard a quick in-drawn breath.

 

“Later, later, come on Orlando. You owe me.” Viggo lifted his hips. “I had to take care of myself last night.”

 

“Poor baby,” Orli crooned before following the path of his finger with his tongue. Viggo dropped back on the bed with a shuddery moan. The Brit took pity on his lover and settled down to give Viggo a proper blowjob. Viggo didn’t scream as he came but the split lip his red-tinged teeth released as he recovered told its own story. Orli gave a mewl of sympathy and licked the corner of the Dane’s mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told Viggo, grinding his hard cock against the other man’s hip. “Might want to turn over so you can put your face in the pillow,” he whispered, catching a sensitive earlobe between his teeth and giving a playful tug. “Or you’ll wake Lij up for sure.”

 

“You’re loud when you’re on top,” Viggo drawled, languidly rolling to his stomach. He pressed against the mattress as he wrapped his arms around Orli’s pillow and sighed. “Maybe I’ll fall asleep on you this time.”

 

“I don’t think so,” Orli said as he guided Viggo to his hands and knees.

 

“Here.” Viggo tossed down the slim tube he’d found under the pillow. “Be gentle with me.”

 

Orlando rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

 

The best thing about being inside of Viggo, Orli thought as he eased inside of his lover, was just that. Being inside of Viggo. Hot and tight, listening to muffled moans and the occasional whimper when Orli hit that spot. He did it again because hearing the older man whimper in pleasure was brilliant. He didn’t last long, he never could with Viggo, and he came with a cry held behind clenched teeth. Viggo’s hips were definitely going to bruise.

 

They used the top sheet to clean up then shoved it to the end of the bed and wrapped around each other for heat, not that it really was needed. Orli loved the earthy smell of Viggo after sex, knowing that his own scent was mixed in there as well with the steel, leather, dirt and paint. He closed his eyes and listened to Viggo’s heartbeat as it thumped rhythmically, making the Brit consider sleeping the rest of the day away in his lover’s arms.

 

A knock at the door made both men tense.

 

“Thought I’d wait ‘til you were finished to say goodbye,” came Elijah’s muffled voice through the door.

 

“Thanks man,” Orli replied, sarcasm heavy in his voice. Viggo chuckled.

 

“Hope you weren’t trying to be quiet for me.” Elijah’s laugh grew faint as he walked away.

 

“I don’t like him anymore,” Orli said, nuzzling under Viggo’s chin.

 

“I’m wondering if you should be checking your couch for stains.”

 

Orli went rigid. “He wouldn’t.”

 

“We’re talking about the same Elijah Wood, right?” Viggo’s arms tightened as Orlando tried to get up.

 

“My couch!” wailed the younger man when he realized Viggo wasn’t about to let go.

 

“I’ll buy you a new one if you stop squirming and take a nap with me.”

 

Orli stilled and sighed. “Oh fine.” He thought about his poor, desecrated couch and whimpered. “Can I get a leather one?”

 

“It’s too hot for a leather couch.”

 

“You’d look good sprawled out naked though. Maybe something dark brown, but not black.” Orli closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”

 

“Been there, stuck there, not going back.”

 

“You’re no fun.” Orli felt a stirring in his groin but ignored it to concentrate on Viggo’s heartbeat.

 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he heard Viggo whisper. Orlando smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

 

 

The End

Comments

[nverland]

Nice early morning treat.

[queen-mean-jean.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!! **Que broken record** You write men as men.. and let Orly especially be a man.. which I love love love!! It is hard to explain the depth that you write in.. it is like you weave a story though emotions and thoughts.. lovely stuff!!

[dreamerswings42.livejournal.com]

Sweet, amusing and hot all rolled into one! Thanks

[eenoogje.livejournal.com]

Yay for top!Orlando ;-)

[invisible-dream.livejournal.com]

You spied on an actual conversation, didn't you? LOL! this just seems so real!

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

Another amazing fic! How do you do it? I hope you have many more of these to share with us, because I'm so in love with these! *hugs*

[sarkka]

This was just !!!!!!!!!!!! =D

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Well it's getting boring to read my reviews, but again I loved it!!
These little snippets make me all fuzzy and warm, they're funny, they have great dialogue and "you do them so well"! ***snort!***

Thanks for sharing, huggles!!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Never boring to read your reviews! Lately, when I'm having a crappy day at work, I just log into lj and read the latest reviews. I'm just so glad everyone likes the fics!

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what I do whenever my day sucked.....well not exactly, because I don't read reviews I read your fics!!
Lovely how these things work two ways!!!
Thanks again!

[tularia.livejournal.com]

Where have you been hiding all of these glorious treasures and why haven't you released them sooner?
Not that I'm complaining, mind you, because your work leaves me warm and cozy. They're almost like an old married couple in their comfortableness with each other. I love that!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Posting these was like jumping off a cliff. I LOVE these two together and they made my Muses so very very happy but I have always been scared of posting because I thought, If no one likes them, will I stop liking them together?? Appearantly not, because all of the wonderful feedback has me writing about them again! Finishing fics and I even wrote a new one that is a "present day" thing. Not sure if I'll be continuing along in that vein, it's much more fun to go back in time and write about NZ stuff. It was like a bubble, I think, where Real Life could be set aside to make fics like these believable. I think so, anyways. But...Orlando and his long hair...yum...