vigorli

Posting remotely from NH! Won't be posting tomorrow and the BF needed a test to make sure the wireless card was working so... Enjoy!! Was going to get angsty this week, but I'll wait until next when I'm freaking out and moving! ^_^

Title: Untitled Word Table Prompt - Fire
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando pushes Viggo out of bed...and has to face the consequences.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don' own, just playing.

Totally un-beta'd cause I forgot to send it to

lenalove

Table A, Prompt 8

Fire

Orlando was dreaming about cooking over a fire with Viggo offering warg steaks on a stick when he was jabbed in the arm, the pain dragging him from sleep so fast he couldn’t remember where he was at first. Another movement beside him jostled his memory and he groaned, elbowing Viggo. “Wake up, you’re dreaming.”

Viggo muttered something and turned on his side and Orlando thought that was the end up it until he was kicked in the shin. “Dammit Vig!” Never one to wake up in the best of moods, Orli flopped over until he was facing Viggo and pushed the older man off the bed.

There was a thud then a pained moan and Orlando suddenly realized what he’d just done. He cautiously inched over until he could look over the side of the bed. “Um…Vig?”

“Dark…”

Orlando obligingly snapped on the bedside light and both men hissed and squeezed their eyes shut. “Shit. Hell, are you okay?” Orlando shielded his eyes until his eyes adjusted and watched Viggo who was lying flat on his back beside the bed.

“Such language,” the Dane chided and Orli frowned. Something in his tone wasn’t right. “What happened?”

“I…You fell out of bed,” Orli told him, lowering himself down until he was on all fours above his lover. “You were dreaming.”

“I must still be, if you are here with me.” Viggo’s eyes opened slowly. “My friend.”

“Your…?” Orlando sat back on Viggo’s stomach. “The hell?”

“We are so familiar?” Viggo’s face screwed up in confusion as his hands lightly rested on Orlando’s bare thighs. Bare everything really, but Orli wasn’t going to think about that since Viggo was equally naked. If he did, then…oh damn. He watched Viggo’s eyes widen. “Legolas?”

Orlando let out a bark of laughter. “You’re taking the piss. Stop it.”

“Your hair?” Viggo reached up but he didn’t touch Orland’s head. Pale blue eyes filled with tears. “What has happened? Your ears…”

Orlando’s stomach knotted and he grabbed Viggo’s hand. “Fuck, oh fuck, Viggo? What…?”

“You…are not Legolas?”

“Lego- No, I mean, yeah, that’s me, but no… He’s, I’m an actor.”

“An actor?”

“He’s a character. I wear a wig and fake ears-“

“What is this nonsense?” Viggo pushed Orlando off him and pulled his legs up. “I have known Legolas since I was a babe. He is not a figment of a bard’s imagination.”

“This is not happening,” Orlando whispered, suddenly feeling the need to cover himself. He wrenched on the sheet until he could hide his crotch. “Viggo, snap out of it.”

“What sorcery goes here? Who are you?” Viggo stood up, back against the wall but tensed and looking so much like Aragorn that Orlando wanted with everything inside him to be Legolas. And that just freaked him out.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry! I pushed you and you must have hit your head and fuck! What the hell am I going to tell Peter?” Orli crawled back onto the bed and covered his head with his pillow, only to have it yanked away.

“An elf does not hide himself away.”

“I’m not a fucking elf!” Orlando got to his knees and poked Viggo in the chest. “And you’re not Aragorn! Maybe if I hit you again you’ll remember and I won’t be blamed for ruining the entire fucking production!”

“You seem distressed.”

Orlando looked at Viggo for a long moment before saying slowly, “I’m so fucked.”

“You’re not an elf,” Viggo said, as if he’d figured it out on his own.

Orlando fell back and laid spread eagle on the mattress. “No.”

“But…” Viggo suddenly was on him, skin sliding over skin, hairy chest tickling Orlando’s nipples into hardness. “Are you horny?”

“What?”

Viggo started to laugh and Orlando was so mad he could only growl as he pushed the older man off him. “You wanker!”

“Your face!” Viggo covered his eyes and just laughed and laughed until Orlando felt a smile tugging at his lips.

“You are a complete asshole.”

“I know,” Viggo agreed. He rolled back into his lover and nuzzled into his neck. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you horny?”

“Are you sane?”

“Of course I am.”

“Of all the fucking men I had to fall for,” Orlando grumbled, shifting closer and nudging his knee between Viggo’s legs. “It was the perpetually horny middle-aged teenager.”

“At least one part of you isn’t complaining,” Viggo smirked, rubbing his forefinger over the tip of Orli’s erection.

“Are you really okay?” Orlando had to ask, as he leaned down for a kiss.

Viggo smiled and nipped the Brit’s chin. “Why don’t you fuck me and find out.” He grinned. “Elf.”

THE END