FIC: Fourteen Hours (1/2)
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simply_rubbish! This is from the word promt you sent to me way back when...remember?! And for zee113 and kinseymillwho also sent me prompts...I am writing about "safety in silence" now but I'm stuck on the cast and crew costume ball. I have the idea, just not the words. Here's to hoping the weekend will help! There was also mention of "Viggo's cleft" and "Orli's toes" from queen_mean_jean. Just wait, my dear, it's coming!The style is different than usual. Mostly dialogue, and written in one day. Half at work, half when I got home. It's rough, looks like I should add more, but I kind of like it the way that it is. EDIT: I can't post this all in one go, there will be a second post. Dammit.)
Title: Fourteen Hours
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: R
Summary: With Mr. Mortensen, Bloom "lost" himself in the
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own anything they've been in, just playing.
NOTE: There is an Orli movie reference in there, and a QaF reference. Anyone see them??
Zero Hour
Viggo walked up to Orli who looked adorable wearing a yellow bandana wrapped around his head. “Want to take a walk with me?”
Orli cocked his head to the side. “Where?”
Viggo pointed to the forest. “That way.”
“That’s very vague.
“I have a roll of film to use up.” Viggo held up his camera.
“No pictures of me,” Orli warned as he fell into step with the older man.
“Okay.”
“Promise.”
“Scout’s Honor.”
“Were you a Scout?”
“Let’s pick up the pace.”
Hour One…
“Dog shit.”
“Huh?”
“Dog shit,” Viggo repeated. “Don’t step in it.”
Orli grimaced and stepped around the pile of poo. “Cheers.”
Viggo nodded.
“Shouldn’t it be bear shit?” Orli asked a moment later.
“Are there bears in
“Kangaroo shit?”
“Orli, there are no kang-“
“Kiwi shit!”
“Please stop.”
Orli snickered.
Hour Two…
“Tell me honestly,” Orli said as he hopped over an exposed root. “Would you fuck her?”
“No.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“You’re touched in the head, man. It’s Angelina Jolie.”
“So?” Viggo gave Orli a look over his shoulder.
“Alright, stop for a tick.”
Viggo stopped and turned around.
“Now, close your eyes and imagine those pillowy lips wrapped around your cock.”
Viggo closed his eyes and imagined. “I’m picturing lips…”
“And?”
“They’re not hers.” Viggo opened his eyes, shrugged and turned around again.
“What? Whose lips are they?” Orli poked Viggo in the shoulder and almost tripped as he walked behind the older man.
“Do you hear water? There might be a stream up ahead.”
“Touched,” Orli muttered. “In the head. You should seek help.”
Hour Three…
“Are you okay?” Viggo asked as he helped Orli up off the ground.
“Dandy.”
“Didn’t hurt yourself?”
“Just my pride.”
“Want to go back?”
“No.” Orli scowled and folded his bandana and retied it around his head like a sweatband.
“You have leaves on your back.”
“Brush them off.”
Viggo grinned and began to brush…
“Vig?”
“Hm?”
“That’s not my back.”
“You have leaves on your ass.”
“Uh huh.”
Hour Four…
Orli pivoted and glared at his friend. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“No.” Viggo held the camera against his chest and tried for an innocent air.
“You’re lying.”
“There was a…thing.”
“A thing.”
“A thing of Nature. Of beauty!”
“My ass?” Orli slapped his hands on his hips and waited.
“It…wasn’t your ass.”
“What was it?”
“A tree.”
“Uh huh.”
“A big tree.”
“Which one?”
“That one!” Viggo pointed to a random tree behind Orli but the Brit didn’t turn to look. Well, he tried.
“Liar!”
“It was your ass.”
“I knew it!”
Viggo grinned.
“You can’t show anyone,” Orli told him before turning around and walking deeper into the forest.
“I won’t.”
Hour Four…
“Give me the camera.” Orli held out his hand.
“Why?”
“…why would you ask me that?”
“What?”
“Give it to me.”
Viggo smirked and handed him the camera.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
“Go pose by that tree.”
Viggo looked at the tree then back at Orli. “Pose.”
“I have to make sure you understand the basics of modeling. For your upcoming interviews. When you have upcoming interviews. There will be pictures taken.” Orli nodded and jiggled the camera a little.
“And you’re the expert?”
“I’ve read a lot of magazines.”
“Give me the camera back.”
“No. Go.”
Viggo sighed. “No.”
“God, you’re absolutely no fun. Just stand there and brood.” Orli held the camera up.
“I don’t brood.”
The Brit looked up at the sky. “Why isn’t his nose growing?” he asked no one in particular.
Viggo threw up his hands in defeat and walked over to the tree. He leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest. “How’s this?”
“Boring. Take off your pants.”
“What?”
“I said…do a little dance.” Orli smiled brightly.
“The hell you did.” Viggo stalked over to the younger man. “Well?”
“You’re right, pictures are a bad idea.” Orli handed Viggo back the camera and continued on.
Hour Six…
“So tell me, since you’re so great with languages.”
Viggo grunted.
“How do you say “lost” in Elvish?”
“You’re not funny.”
“How about Danish? You’re Danish, right?”
“Not. Funny.” Viggo looked up at the sky and tried to figure out what direction they were heading in from the sun’s position in the sky.
“Elijah said you lived in
“
“So how do you say “lost” in-“
“You’re pushing it, and we’re in the middle of nowhere. No one will hear you scream,” Viggo warned.
“Yeah?” Orli thought about that for a second. “Good.”
Then he kissed Viggo right on the mouth.
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Date: 2007-10-19 01:02 pm (UTC)“You have leaves on your ass.”
“Uh huh.”
*snuggles fic* * loves*
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Date: 2007-10-22 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-22 02:58 pm (UTC)