FIC: Rain Check

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Title:  Rain Check
Author:  ranmaru
Rating:  R
Summary:  Orlando gets cut, Viggo feels guilty.
Discalimer:  Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Beta'd by the lovely and talented lenalove!
Feedback:  Please please please!!!

“I’m an idiot,” Orli muttered as he watched Viggo tenderly and expertly bandage the cut on his upper arm. Viggo grinned despite the swirl of guilt in his gut. He’d been a little too enthusiastic during their impromptu sword practice and Orli’s newest soon-to-be scar would be a reminder.

 

“I guess that’s why Bob told us not to practice without him.”

 

Orlando hmmphed and stuck his lip out. “Think I’ll get in trouble?”

 

“It’s high enough on your arm so no one should notice. Legolas wears long sleeves so you’re safe there.” Me on the other hand… Viggo sighed. Old enough to know better, he was sure Peter would say when he found out. And he would. Peter knew everything that happened concerning his cast and crew. It was comforting in a spooky kind of way.

 

“And stuck wearing long sleeves for how long?” Orli moaned. “It’s too bloody hot, man!”

 

Viggo let go of Orli’s arm after giving the bandage a satisfied look. “You’ll live.” He looked down with a frown before again meeting the younger man’s eyes. “I really am sorry.”

 

“Would you stop it already? It was my own fault for not paying attention.” Orli slapped Viggo on the knee. “One of a million injuries and not the last, I’m sure.”

 

“I’d rather have not added to the count.” I’d rather not have anyone, including yourself, add to the count, Viggo mentally finished. He wouldn’t say that out loud though. It was a little hypocritical since Orlando’s zest for life, whether it was an enthusiastic hug to friends and strangers alike, or his penchant for throwing himself into activities that more often than not ended up with blood flowing from one place or another, was a major part of why Viggo loved him.

 

He wondered if that zest would end up being the reason he lost Orlando. The thought was disturbing and his stomach rolled.

 

“You okay?”

 

Viggo shrugged and sighed, reaching up with both hands to bring Orli’s face closer to his, resting their foreheads together. “I’ll make it up to you tonight,” He promised softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lover’s lips.

 

“Promise?” Orli breathed, bathing Viggo’s face in the scent of Hazelnut coffee and cigarettes.

 

“You’ll be hoarse tomorrow,” Viggo predicted, getting hard just thinking about what he wanted to do to the younger man.

 

“Guess it’s a good thing I won’t be needed on-set then, yeah?” Orli’s voice was connected to the part of Viggo’s brain that set off explosions of need throughout his body. Sometimes Viggo wished he knew where that part was exactly so he could disconnect the wires for a bit. Like when they were filming a scene and an innocent comment from Legolas would have Aragorn breathing hard while standing still.

 

“We could start now,” Viggo suggested, gliding his hands down Orli’s smooth skin until he reached the collar of the Brit’s t-shirt.

 

“Dinner with the Hobbits and Sir Ian,” Orli reminded him on a moan as Viggo trailed kisses down his neck.

 

“Cancel,” Viggo growled, latching on to one sensitive earlobe.

 

“Ahhh, we…we cancelled yes…ter…day…” Orli sucked in a breath as one of Viggo’s hands cupped him through his jeans.

 

“So?”

 

“Rude,” Orli bit out, moving against Viggo’s palm.

 

“So?” As far as Viggo was concerned the Hobbits and Ian McKellen could eat on the other side of Middle Earth. Everything about Orlando was addicting from his softly clipped accent to the salty-sweet taste of his skin. Viggo knew he sometimes became focused to a fault on the things he loved; Henry, painting, Orli; but so far only Henry had ever complained and since the boy was now a teenager, Viggo figured it was only normal.

 

Plus, paint couldn’t talk.

 

“…’ll talk,” Orli said, his hands half-heartedly pushing his lover away even as his hips continued rocking into Viggo’s hand.

 

Viggo wondered for a moment if Orli could read his mind. “What?”

 

“They’ll talk…bastards…”

 

Viggo chuckled as he began to unbutton Orli’s jeans. “Probably.”

 

“Vig…ah…”

 

He was gone, Viggo could see that. Nothing short of a bomb going off was going to stop them from having sex now. Fuck dinner. “We’ll call them later.”

 

“’kay…”

 

 

 

END

Comments

[tularia.livejournal.com]

What a lovely fic for my birthday! Thanks for the morning smile!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday! *digs around* Pressie...pressie...pressie... Hm, lemme see what I can come up with! Hope your day is filled with laughter and VigOrli smex! ^_^

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

oh...yummy...make-up sex!!!!! I love the fact they just can't help themselves..teehee...you think they'd let me watch? *grabs popcorn and sits on the side*

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

If they don't, they SHOULD. *grin* So...pass the popcorn!

[roomfor2.livejournal.com]

hmmm I think they have a good excuse to miss dinner

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Who needs food with hobbits and a Sir in a restaurant when you can have sex at home!!

Sweet, thamks for sharing, huggles !!

[queen-mean-jean.livejournal.com]

Ah the power of two beautiful horney men....great stuff sweetie!!

[invisible-dream.livejournal.com]

viggo's one devious man! LOL!
not that i wouldn't pass up dinner for a moment of THAT LOL!!!

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

I don't think you have to beg for feedback on this...they're too good, it's just going to come! Lovelovelove these. And I hope you have tons more, because I really look forward to seeing what you've got in store for us next!

*hugs*

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Angst Wednesday is coming up!