FIC: Surprise Me
Aug. 17th, 2007 06:54 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ranmaru.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
vigorliTitle: Surprise Me
Author: Ranmau
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Scripts, secrets, and chocolate sauce.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
A bad wire halted the filming. It sometimes amazed Viggo how something so small could have such a huge impact. He grinned. Like a Hobbit saving the world. Or in this case, stopping it in its tracks. He absently scratched the side of his neck. A combination of dirt, sweat and make-up was bad enough on a regular day, but today, walking through the Fanghorn soundstage under the blazing lights, it was nearly unbearable.
He was sitting on a downed log that he was almost sure was real, when a shadow fell over him. Looking up, Viggo squinted at Orlando who was wreathed in light, his face in darkness. “Sit down elf. The halo effect doesn’t suit you.”
Orli chuckled as he gracefully dropped down Indian style. “My mother would disagree,” he retorted lightly, flipping long blond hair over one shoulder.
“I think Elves consider lying a sin.” Viggo picked up the script beside him. “Give a king some help?”
“You’re not a king yet,” Orli said with a grin as he took the script. It was already opened to the page Viggo wanted to go over. “I like this part. I just walk and look entranced by the forest.”
“And not trip.”
“And yet you fell flat on your face.”
“Do you want help or not?”
Viggo grinned and lightly cuffed Orli on the shoulder. “How about I buy you a beer later to make it up to you?”
Orli smiled at Viggo. “You know me so well. All is forgiven.” He looked back at the script. “Where do you want to start?”
***
“So,” Orli said as he looked across the scarred wooden table at Viggo. “How are things going?”
“Things are going well.” Viggo circled his clear glass mug with both hands. He’d decided on coffee instead of beer, though Orli was enjoying a dark ale. “Henry’s coming to visit in a couple of weeks.”
“Yeah? Can I take him surfing again? He really liked it, you know?”
“I know.” Viggo grinned. “He kept me up for days talking about it.”
“Any time with me is a good time, man.” Orli winked as he raised his glass.
“I know,” Viggo said softly. He hunched his shoulders as he leaned his elbows on the table. “I always enjoy myself when we’re together.”
“I make you feel young again?” Orli teased.
“If I recall, involuntary erections were definitely part of being young.” Viggo calmly sipped his coffee while Orli choked on his beer, brown eyes scanning the room to see if anyone had heard.
“Asshole,” he hissed at the older man as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “I thought you said-“
“I’ve been thinking about that. We shouldn’t make such a big deal out of keeping it a secret.”
“But-“
“We’re fine when we’re being ourselves. No one knew any different until I came up with the bright idea of keeping it a secret. That’s when people started paying attention.” That was an understatement. Viggo couldn’t blink wrong without someone asking him about
“You noticed it too? I thought I was just being paranoid.”
“I was hoping it would stop.” Viggo stared at
“Lij asked me if you were any good in the sack yesterday.”
“What did you say?”
“I said any man who can handle a sword like a pro must be good in bed.”
“Little shit looks good anyways,” Viggo muttered. “You’ve seen the pictures I’ve taken. And to think he’s not even fully grown yet.”
“He’s a right bastard,” Orli agreed.
“You’re one to talk.”
“Yeah, I know. Sex symbols like me, we’re unattainable to the common folk.” Orli leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head.
“So I’m not common?”
Orli let the front legs of his chair slam down on the floor and he leaned over the table. “You couldn’t be if you tried.”
“Nice to hear.” Viggo finished off his coffee and looked at
“Done.” Orli stood up and rolled his shoulders. “My place or yours?”
“Mine. I’m supposed to call Exene about Henry’s flight information.” Viggo gallantly held the door open for Orli who deliberately brushed up against him as he passed. The night breeze was balmy and Viggo was looking forward to driving with the windows down.
“You have any chocolate sauce?”
Viggo blinked and frowned at Orlando who was looking thoughtful as he walked beside the older man. “Why?”
“I’m in the mood for chocolate.”
The answer seemed too innocent. “Okay. No, I don’t.”
“I need to swing by my place for clothes anyways. I’ll be a few minutes behind you.”
“Orli?”
“Hm? Oh don’t worry Vig.” Orli slung his arm around the older man’s shoulders and leaned close to say, “I just want to see what it will taste like when I lick it off your dick.” He gave Viggo a kiss on the cheek and kept walking though Viggo had stopped.
Viggo dropped his car keys as he stared at the back of Orli’s shaved head. The Brit unlocked his car door but stopped before he got in. He looked over at Viggo and grinned.
“Hope you didn’t change the sheets this morning. You’ll be changing them again tonight. Or maybe you should just get a tablecloth or something.” Brown eyes glittered before Orli disappeared into his car and the door slammed shut.
Viggo watched the car pull out of the parkinglot before stooping down to pick up his car keys. He was about to unlock the door when a voice stopped him.
“Anything you’d like to share, Viggo?”
Viggo turned and looked at Ian McKellen who was smiling. “I don’t share.”
Ian laughed. “I won’t say anything. Just be careful. Chocolate sauce is a bitch to wash off.”
Again Viggo was speechless as he watched the grey-haired man walk away. Whistling. The bastard was whistling.
And Orli was going to lick chocolate sauce off of his dick.
Viggo broke the speed limit going home.
END
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 03:10 pm (UTC)LOL! i love it
no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 06:16 pm (UTC)*hugs*
no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 10:54 pm (UTC)I can soooo see Ian's face....and Viggo's for that matter!
Love teasing-Orli! Thanks for the delicious friday-evening-fic!!
Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!
no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 02:20 am (UTC)Your stories are always a joy to read; they always make me smile. They seem very realistic in the fact there is some insecurities and some humour and some drama.
Viggo turned and looked at Ian McKellen who was smiling. “I don’t share.”
I'm sure he doesn't!!! ;)
no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-23 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-23 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 03:11 am (UTC)I want to become part of this world! And thanks to your wonderful bits, I can be, if only for a short time. Thank you!!!
no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 11:17 am (UTC)Priceless!
no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 04:22 pm (UTC)