FIC: Fourteen Hours (2/2)

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The second freaking part. Grr... And if you're seeing this first, the first part should be right before this one. Or after. Whatever. *frustrated* Anyone know why I could post this in one piece in my journal but not here? Weird.

Hour Seven…

 

“Where did you learn that?” Orli asked dazedly as he leaned against a tree, the bark digging into his back. Viggo placed a kiss on the Brit’s thigh before pulling up his jeans and tucking him away.

 

“Ancient Danish secret.” Viggo pulled the sultrily smiling man into his arms and rubbed his jean-covered erection against Orlando’s hip. “Have any secrets of your own?”

 

Orli bit Viggo’s neck and gave a huff of laughter at the resulting moan. “Maybe…”

 

Hour Eight…

 

“You’re sure we’re heading in the right direction?” Orli looked around in consternation. “I don’t recognize anything.”

 

“We are.”

 

“We’d better be. I want to have sex sometime before midnight.”

 

“You think I don’t?”

 

“Why aren’t you carrying a condom? All of the American movies I’ve seen have the men carrying rubbers in their wallets.”

 

“All of them?”

 

Orli frowned. “Okay, one.”

 

“Which one?”

 

“That’s not the point!”

 

“Standing here arguing is not going to get you laid.”

 

“Are you threatening to withhold sex already?”

 

Viggo sighed and shook his head. “And you say I’m touched in the head?”

 

Hour Nine…

 

“I’m thirsty,” Viggo said softly.

 

Orli grabbed himself and grinned.

 

“Not quite what I was thinking of.”

 

The Brit shrugged. “Don’t say I never offered.”

 

Hour Ten…

 

“Is it getting darker?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“One of us should be wearing a watch.” Orli stuffed his hands in his pockets. “With a compass in it.”

 

“Orli, even if I had a compass, I still wouldn’t know how to find the set.”

 

“So you admit we’re lost.”

 

“Yes, we’re lost. We’re out in the middle of the fucking woods and I don’t know which way is the right one.” Viggo scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Happy?”

 

“Ecstatic.”  The Brit slid his arms around Viggo’s waist and nipped his chin. “I love your chin. This little dimple.” He touched it with his tongue.

 

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”

 

Orli kissed him.

 

Hour Eleven…

 

“Hey! I know this place!”

 

Viggo made a face. “You do?”

 

“Yes! I was staring at this tree because of the cool knots in the vines draping over it, when you took a picture of my ass!”

 

Viggo looked around. “I guess…” He looked back at Orli. “One picture.”

 

“You took one.”

 

“Your face this time.”

 

Orlando looked at his hopefully-soon-to-be-lover for a moment. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

 

“Stand by the tree you were admiring.”

 

Orli stood by the tree.

 

“Look at me.”

 

Orli looked.

 

“Think about what’s going to happen when we get back… Think about my hands all over you, getting you naked. Getting you hard.” Viggo held the camera up to his eye.

 

Orli began to pant.

 

“Think about me inside you, your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you into the mattress.”

 

“Viggo,” Orli moaned, eyes closing, head tilting back against the tree.

 

“Yes…”

 

Viggo snapped the picture.

 

“I don’t think I can walk like this,” Orli said, not opening his eyes.

 

“Your offer still open?”

 

Orlando grinned and unbuttoned his jeans.

 

Hour Twelve…

 

“Dog shit!”

 

“I’ve never been so happy to see feces in my life,” Viggo admitted, letting go of Orli’s waist so they could safely maneuver around the poo. Then he tucked the Brit close again.

 

“I want to eat first. Have about ten glasses of water. Then sex.” Orli tugged on one of Viggo’s belt loops.

 

“Sounds like a plan.”

 

Hour Thirteen…

 

“The forest hates me!”

 

Viggo knelt down beside Orlando and laughed.

 

“You saw it, right? That fucking root grabbed me!”

 

And laughed.

 

“Stop laughing!”

 

And got pushed over in punishment. Viggo just kept laughing.

 

Hour Fourteen…

 

“Where have you two been?” Peter tapped a bare foot as he gave his two stars a stern look.

 

Viggo hesitantly held up his camera. “Taking pictures?”

 

Orli inched away from Viggo. “He made me go.”

 

“Sean was ready to call the police,” Peter told them. “Elijah talked him out of it. Thankfully.”

 

“We weren’t lost,” Viggo defended himself. “Not all who wander are lost!”

 

Orli looked at his friend in shock. “I cannot believe you just said that. Doesn’t Chrissy in make-up have that on a t-shirt?”

 

“Um…”

 

“I’m just glad you’re back. No more wandering.” Peter frowned a little and let that sink in before walking away.

 

Viggo scowled at Orli. “’He made me go’?” he said in a soft, slightly menacing voice.

 

“Well…” Orli backed up a step.

 

“Were you in danger? Did I let anything happen to you?”

 

“The tree attacked me,” Orli reminded him. “Sent its root soldier –“

 

“You’re mad. If we fuck, will I go mad too?”

 

“No, no definitely not. As a matter of fact…” Orli leaned close. “It might be the only thing that can cure me.”

 

“We’d better hurry then.” Viggo grabbed Orlando’s hand and the pair sprinted for their trailer.

 

Post Orgasm…

 

“When are you going to develop your pictures?” Orli shifted under Viggo’s tickling fingers as they trailed down his back.

 

“Tomorrow, maybe. Unless we’re called to the set.”

 

“Hm.”

 

“That picture is for me. Only for me.”

 

“Can I see it?”

 

“Maybe. If you’re nice to me.” Viggo placed on of Orli’s hands on his reawakening cock.

 

“Oh, I’ll be nice…” Orli paused. “After this, we find real food.”

 

“After.”

 

 

The End