FIC: Moonlit Beaches

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Written for dienwfrom a prompt that if V/O should find themsleves on a moonlit beach... ^_^

Title: Moonlit Beaches
Aurthor: ranmaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A moonlit beach, a tile shower, and drunken hobbits.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.

Orli bent down to pick up another shell, grimaced when he realized it was a rock and let it thump back into the sand. He straightened and dusted his hands on his shorts. "Why are you finding all of the goods ones?" he groused to his lover who had stopped a few feet ahead to wait.

Viggo chuckled and held out the two shells he'd found, both unbroken, white and evenly grooved. "You can have them."

Orli sighed and shoved his hands in his shorts pockets. "That's not the point."

"What's the point?" Viggo tucked the shells into the loose nylon pocket of his camera bag. He reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind Orli's ear.

"The point," Orli stressed, catching Viggo's hand and tugging the older man closer. "The point is that I've been doing all of this bending over, arse up and ready and not once have you come up behind and rubbed up against me."

Viggo blinked. "We're on the beach."

"I know that."

"A public beach," Viggo added, thinking that maybe Orli had forgotten. They had had a few drinks at the bar before making their way down to the resort's beach. Orli was a lightweight on a good day...

"It's dark out."

"Orlando," Viggo began, distangling his hand from Orli's and framing the Brit's face. "It's a full moon. If we can see shells in the sand, people can see us making out."

"I'm not caring much right now." Orli swayed forward and Viggo moved his hands to Orli's shoulders to hold him still. And back, because if their hips came in contact, it was all over. All over every damned paper on the island. He had to get the Brit back to the villa they were sharing with Billy and Dom before...

"I want to fuck in the ocean," Orli moaned, hands busy with Viggo's belt.

"Whoa! Jesus! Orlan-" Viggo slapped the Brit's hands and backed up a couple of steps, rebuckling his belt and looking around for anyone else on the beach. Looking a little harder for the glint of a camera. "We can do this back in the room."

"Ocean!" Orli flung out and arm and stumbled. Viggo reached out but the younger man found his balance. "Um, I think I'm feeling the beers."

"No shit," Viggo muttered. "Come on, let's go back to the room, send the hobbits to the casino and we'll fill the bathtub and fuck in there."

"I think..." Orli abruptly sat in the sand, looking a little confused as to how he got down there. Viggo sighed but he was smiling as he sat next to the Brit.

"I think you're pissed," he said, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. He looked up at the moon and closed his eyes, letting the wind play with his hair.

"Yeah." Orli leaned against Viggo, head on his shoulder. "Sometimes, I don't like being famous."

"The drawbacks have a tendency to outweight the rewards," Viggo agreed. He took a chance and pressed a kiss to Orli's forehead. That wasn't something he often did with his male friends, but it was something he'd taken to doing to his elf and the hobbits. Of course, with his elf it meant a little something more.

"I want to be able to have sex in the ocean, or have you grope me on the beach without fearing that our pictures will be in the papers the next day." Orli sat up and copied Viggo's half-sprawl. "It's not fair."

"No but you love making movies."

"I love having sex with you."

Viggo laughed. "I hear a sulk coming on. You're impossible to argue with when you're drunk."

"This isn't an arguement." Orli scowled at the man beside him then grinned impishly. "But if it is..."

"Make-up sex?" Viggo nudged his lover with his elbow. "Brat. Sober up first."

"I'm sober." Orli pulled his legs up and sat cross-legged. "And sex in the tub?" He shook his head. "I'm not that flexible."

"The downstairs bath?" Viggo shifted as he started getting hard. "Standing up, hands on the wall?"

"Mmmm..." Orli slapped his knees. "Let's go."

Viggo helped his lover to his feet with only one minor incident but neither ended up in the sand again so he considered it a victory. They walked back to the steps leading up to the villa they were sharing with Billy and Dom, who they found giggling and drinking in the small, but deep, pool on the first floor patio. He gently pushed Orli towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the second floor and continued to the sliding doors and the pool once he'd made sure Orli wasn't going to tumble back down. Dom and Billy were both floating in the lighted pool in red and blue, respectively, round tubes. Someting like what a child might have. He didn't ask where they'd gotten them from. He didn't want to know.

"I'll give you both a hundred dollars to go to the casino for an hour."

"We won't listen to you molesting Orli," Billy assured him, his words slurring a little. The slurring made Viggo realize that he could not send his friends away because he'd be worried about what they'd do in their inebriated state and he'd much rather have all of his focus on Orli than the hobbits.

"Well..."

"I've got the lube!" Orli's exuberant voice echoed down the stairs and set Billy and Dom to laughing.

"Well, he's got the lube," Dom told Billy even-toned and the Scot nodded gravely.

"I hear it's an important thing to have during gay sex."

"Really." Dom hummed and kicked his feet to twist around to look at Viggo. "Go forth and fuck, my friend. You have the magical lubricant. And the elf!"

"I'm the elf!" Orli smacked Viggo on the ass and the sting made the Dane yelp in surprise. 

"You shouldn't be drinking in the pool," Viggo said sternly. He would have continued but was then the victim of a reach-around courtesy of his lover who snickered low and dirty before darting off for the bathroom. Dom and Billy were laughing and Viggo glared at them before following Orli. When he was in the doorway he caught a t-shirt in the face and tossed it over his shoulder before closing the door. Orlando was kicking away his pants, a mad little grin on his face. Viggo returned the grin and quickly got naked as Orli turned on the shower. Rather than the deep tubs the bathrooms off the bedrooms sported, the first floor bathroom had a stand up shower big enough for four people (not that they'd tried) that Viggo had wanted to fuck Orli in since they'd arrived two days prior. And now...

Orli moaned softly as he stepped under the spray and Viggo found himself mesmerized by the rivelets of water as they ran down the Brit's shoulders, down his chest and stomach and down into dark pubic hair surrounding a rosey-tipped erection. He swallowed and gripped the edge of the counter. How was it he still felt weak at the thought that this sexy man was his? How was it possible that they still wanted each otheras much, if not more, than when they'd began this crazy relationship during 'Rings'? Had he ever felt this constant need for Exene or for any woman he'd been with before Orlando? Would he ever feel it with someone else? Christ, he hoped he never had to find out.

Orlando's skin was slick under his hands, hard in all of the right ways and when the younger man stepped closer to bring their bodies flush, they fit. They fit, and when Orli looked at him with those brown eyes and eyelashes made spikey from the water, Viggo felt a burning in the back of his throat and his eyes because this was It. This was the Love that inspired poetry and songs, that wars were fought over and people died for.

"Vig?" Orli scratched his clipped nails gently at the base of Viggo's spine, making the older man shudder.

"I love you," Viggo told him, not giving Olri time to respond before taking his mouth in a kiss. He loved kissing Orlando, the way the younger man kissed with his whole body; hands gripping and kneading Viggo's shoulders, chests and hips pressing and rubbing. Viggo slowly walked Orli back to the tile wall, grinned at the hiss as the cold tile hit hot skin, and just kept on kissing until Orli shoved him back, gasping about lube and now and fuck me.

Pushing inside of Orli, Viggo held his breath and only let it out at the impatient slap of Orlando's hands against the wall and a backwards thrust he stilled with hands on the younger man's hips. He had to go slow or he'd be coming before he was all the way in. Finally, finally he was there and he slid an arm around Orli's chest and eased him upright, his other arm slung low around the Brit's waist, keeping them connected. Orlando was trembling, fingers scrabbling weakly against the tile before gripping the arm against his chest.

"How can..." Orli moaned and shook his head a little before letting it fall back, throat exposed. "Fucking amazing," he rasped. He nipped at Viggo's chin and lifted his head, placing his hands back on the wall. "So full of you... God..."

Viggo let himself go, leaned over his lover, fingers threading with Orli's and fucked. Reveling in the way Orlando's voice echoed off the walls, hoping the entire resort could hear this, how good he was making the Brit feel. Amazing. Amazing and his. A litany of mine mine mine rolling through his mind, maybe falling from his lips. How can it be this good? How... Fucking in, that hot tight channel Viggo's own private heaven. Pulling out just to get back in, over and over until the world narrowed down to an orgasm that felt like it started at his toes and just rocketed through his body and exploded in his heart and out of his dick.

When he came back to himself, he was panting into Orli's neck, his lover moaning softly with his cheek pressed to the tiles. The Dane straightened and hugged Orli upright and they both groaned as he slipped out. Orli was shaking and clutching Viggo's arm as if it was the only thing keeping him upright. "Okay?" Viggo asked, licking the water on Orli's shoulder. He realized he'd barely even felt the shower
cascading down on them.

"Mmmmm..." Orli rubbed his cheek against Viggo's. "You didn't give me a chance to say it back," he said after a moment. He turned, slowly and on shaky legs, and looped his arms around Viggo's neck.

"Say what?"

"I love you too."

Viggo grinned. "You say it all of the time."

"So do you." Orli pressed a kiss to Viggo's cheek. "It just seemed...different this time," he said softly near the older man's ear. Viggo nodded but didn't speak. They stayed like that for a moment more but then heard a crash in the livingroom that had them pulling apart, shutting off the taps and running for the door, towels slung around their waists. They found Dom laying spread-eagle on the floor with Billy sitting beside him, patting his cheek.

"He's sleeeeeepiiiiiiiinnnnng," Billy drawled out and Viggo quickly checked to make sure that was the case and it wasn't a head injury. Dom took that moment to snore contentedly and Orli and Viggo both sighed in relief.

"You ruined the afterglow," Orli muttered with a scowl. He cuffed Billy on the back of the head and went back into the bathroom.

"Ooops," Billy giggled.

Viggo looked at the bathroom then at Billy. "Let's get you to bed so I can salvage the afterglow," he told the Scot who oblingingly held up a hand. They left Dom on the floor since he seemed happy there and Viggo dropped Billy on the nearest single bed in the second bedroom. He met Orli in the hall between the rooms.

"I put Dom's jacket under his head for a pillow," Orli whispered. "He's going to be in bad shape tomorrow."

"I'm making eggs and sausage," Viggo threatened. "I want to see them with green-tinged skin."

"You're evil," Orli said but he was grinning.

They got under the covers of the double bed and spooned together, Viggo behind Orli. He wasn't ready yet for another go, but the older man knew it wouldn't be long before his face would be in the pillow with Orli behind him. It was a very pleasant thought.

"Vig?"

"Hm?"

"It was different, wasn't it?"

For a second, Viggo didn't know what Orlando was referring to, then he remembered the conversation in the bathroom and his heartfelt declaration. "Yes," he said softly. "It was."

"If it came down to it, I'd come out for you. No matter what the consequences."

Viggo closed his eyes and hugged Orli closer. "I know."

"Good." Orli was quiet, then he said, "Then we could fuck in the ocean in broad daylight."

Viggo smothered his laughter against Orlando's neck.

The End