Title: Fine Wine
Author: Silverlake and Jenn
Author's Email: winged_guardian@comcast.net and 
jholsh1@towson.edu
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/David Wenham
Rating: NC-17
Summary: David is the shrinking violet, especially around 
Viggo, and it doesn't help matters because he has a crush 
on the man.  After being invited over to Viggo's apartment 
for a casual get-together, some long-awaited tension gets 
alleviated.
A/N: Silverlake was Viggo, Jenn was David.  **'s denote a 
character's inner monologue, since we can't italicize on 
here.  Feedback is awesome, and always appreciated.

***
Viggo sat in his chair uncomfortably, watching various cast 
and crew members bustle about the set. He shifted and 
tugged at the high collar of his costume, completely 
unaccustomed to the regal attire he found himself in. 
Ceremonial robes, complete with a cape and a crown topping 
his dark brown wig made up the ensemble. He looked around 
the set, made almost to perfection from Tolkien's books. 
The throne room of the king. He was supposed to be shooting 
a scene with David that day, one of the few that he had 
with the younger man. Though he had only filmed one other 
scene with him, he found David to be an exceptional actor 
and looked forward to working with him again.

David nervously approached the throng of technicians and 
actors. Today was the shooting for the coronation scene, 
one of the most important parts of the films. Garbed in 
attractive yet uncomfortable Gondorian celebratory attire, 
he slid into a folding chair that sat in a shaded corner, 
away from the buzzing crowd and hoped that he would go 
unnoticed until the cameras began rolling.

Unforunately for him, he didn't. Viggo's keen eyes spotted 
him holed up in the corner, and he started to stride 
purposefully over to him. "David!" he called with a slight 
wave.

David's eyes darted around at the people in his close 
proximity, hoping that one of them was named David, too. 
When Viggo stood a mere foot in front of him, he realized 
that he had no such luck. "H-hello, Viggo," David squeaked. 
"Lovely day, isn't it?" he asked, trying hard to be 
conversational.

"Yes, it's perfect. Not a cloud in the sky. It seems New 
Zealand is celebrating the fact that I become king today." 
He punctuated his feeble joke with a self-depricating roll 
of his eyes. "But what are you doing here by yourself?"

**"Trying not to be seen,"** David thought. Realizing that 
he was taking too long to respond, he managed to say "Just 
making sure I remember my lines... oh, er... even though I 
don't have any in this scene..." His cheeks flushed pink 
and his right foot began to tap nervously.

"I know. Just bow and nod. I think it's a shame; you're so 
good at bringing Faramir to life. Maybe I should run a 
petition to get you more scenes." 

He graced David with a smile, trying to make his co-star 
feel more at ease.

David smirked and felt comforted by Viggo's benevolence. 
With a chuckle, he replied "No, no, that's quite all right. 
But thank you! And might I say that you are an exemplary 
Aragorn. I'm glad that you got the role." David was smiling 
fully now, and his rapid pulse was steadily slowing down as 
he felt more and more comfortable.

"I'm glad I took it. I hadn't been planning on it at first, 
but my son swore he would never speak to me again if I 
didn't. Youth." He shook his head in amusement. "But thank 
you. I'm not used to having my acting...complimented."

"You'd better get used to it, you're going to be a real 
star," David said genuinely. He noticed that his eyes were 
totally fixed with Viggo's steely blue depths, and he 
abruptly looked away. 

Viggo chuckled softly at David's apparent discomfort. "I'm 
not sure I'm ready for mainstream Hollywood. It's the same 
for you too, you know. As soon as people see you as 
Faramir, you'll have women swooning, and girls writing your 
name in lipstick on their notebooks."

"Oh, I don't know about that.. I do have a girlfriend, 
after all," David said as nonchalantly as possible. **"Yet 
you're melting at the sight of this veritable stranger. 
Snap out of it, Dave!"** he chided to himself. He suddenly 
stood up and went over to the large cooler that sat a 
couple feet to his left. "Thirsty?" he asked, holding up a 
bottle of ice cold water. He hoped that Viggo would take 
the bait and change the conversation, or end it and put 
Dave out of his nervous misery.

"Parched," he said, gratefully taking the bottle from 
David. He cracked open the cap and took a long swallow, 
taking his time to savor the cool liquid as it slid down 
his throat. "Yes, I'm sure there will be many 'Mrs. David 
Wenham's after the movies come out."

David laughed at loud at the absurdity of Viggo's last 
remark. Choosing not to correct Viggo and convince him that 
he actually was married, he simply grinned and said 
jocularly, "Perhaps even some Mr. David Wenham's, too!" 
David bit his tongue after the words left his lips. **"Why 
did you say that?! Arrgh.."**

Hoping Viggo couldn't read his mind, David quickly shifted 
gears and changed the subject again. "What's taking so 
long?" he said, looking at the set swarming with people.

"You know Peter...Everything has to be absolutely perfect." 
He straightened his robes subconsciously. "Say, 
David...What are you doing tonight?"

**"Drinking beer and jerking off,"** he thought. "Nothing 
that I know of... why?" David knitted his brows, trying to 
appear as cool and confident as he could. He took a 
thoughtful sip from the plastic water bottle in his hand, 
sloshing the cool liquid around his mouth before swallowing 
it.

"Why is it that you never join the cast when we go out? You 
should come with us sometime. The hobbits' antics are more 
than worth the embarrassment of being out in public with 
them."

David shifted his weight back and forth on his feet, 
chewing his lip in contemplation. "I guess I felt those 
outings were more for the Fellowship," he offered as an 
excuse. "But sure, I'd like to go out with you.. I mean 
them... sometime." The corners of David's mouth were 
upturned in a forced smirk.

"Well, you're more than invited. You're the brother of a 
fellowship member, so I think you should come along!" His 
perspicacity picked up on David's hesitation to join in the 
large group. "Or maybe not. I think that the hobbits...and 
that elf," he added as an afterthought, "Might be a bit 
much for a first timer. Maybe you would...like to come to 
my flat for a few drinks instead?"

David's ears perked at the mention of a one-on-one get-
together with Viggo. "Sure!" he exclaimed with a little too 
much enthusiasm.

Viggo laughed throatily. "I knew there was some excitement 
under all of that shyness. I'm supposed to be shooting 
until nine, so how does ten sound? It'll give me a chance 
to get rid of all of this Man-Of-Gondor grime I will have 
accumulated."

David nodded, his eyes sparkling with glee at the 
invitation. "That's fine. I believe I'm to be working with 
John some more on our Minas Tirith scene..." He was 
starting to babble, but promptly stopped and smiled. "Shall 
I meet you at your place... ?"

"Yes, that would be perfect." He left momentarily to 
retrieve his notepad that he always kept close to him for 
poetry's sake. "Here are some directions," he said, 
scribbling quickly on a sheet of paper, "It's not too hard 
to find."

"Fantastic." David pocketed the slip of paper carefully. 
"Can't wait!"  **"Too enthusiastic... relax, Dave."**

Peter's voice was then heard calling for the actors to 
assemble on the set. "Ready to roll, you lot!"

"Here we go," David said, walking right beside Viggo as 
they strode to the set.

***
David nearly forgot the precious slip of paper that Viggo 
had given him, telling him the way to the man's apartment. 
He rummaged through his clothes desperately, cursing his 
forgetfulness. Finally he remembered that he had placed it 
on the refrigerator when he got back in from makeup.

Giving himself a final once-over in the mirror, David 
sighed.  "Well, this is it."  He flipped off the light and 
exited his apartment, descending the stairs down to his 
car.

Meandering through the streets to Viggo's apartment, he 
passed a liquor store. "Better bring a present," he 
thought, pulling into the parking lot. 

***
Whistling a tune as he sauntered down the hallway to 
Viggo's apartment, bottle of wine in hand, David withdrew 
the paper and glanced at Viggo's apartment number. Finding 
it, he rapped on the door and rocked back and forth on his 
heels.

Viggo opened the door, grin in full force. His hair was 
wet, and still dripping slightly onto a towel wrapped 
around his neck. "David! Perfect timing. Just got out of 
the shower."

"Oh, sorry! I can wait out here for you to get dressed, I 
don't mind," he said shyly, blushing almost imperceptibly 
to see Viggo out of costume and in such an intimate 
setting.

"No, come on in. I'll only be another minute." He stepped 
back from the door to allow the flustered Aussie to step 
in.

Gingerly, David crossed the threshold into Viggo's 
apartment. The air was tinged with the scent of exotic, 
aromatic spices. "Did you cook?" he asked, looking at his 
surroundings. "It smells wonderful in here."

"Yes. Just lasagna, something simple. I was hungry, and I 
figured that you would be too, being that we both had a 
long day of shooting." A worried look suddenly crossed his 
face. "You haven't eaten already, have you?"

"Nope, haven't had a bite," Dave said, patting his stomach 
as it rumbled quietly. Remembering the bottle of wine he 
brought, he held it out, handing it to Viggo. "I took care 
of the beverages." He smiled brightly, showing a flash of 
his teeth.

"Red wine." He grinned, "Did you know that I was making 
pasta tonight?"

Dave shook his head. "No.. is this okay?" His face was 
drawn into a concerned expression, and he hoped he hadn't 
already botched the evening.

"It's perfect!" He set the bottle down on the small table 
set up in the middle of the room. "Make yourself at home; 
I'll go and throw some clothes on."

David plopped down on the seat. A taper candle was set in 
the middle of the table and a matchbook laid next to it. He 
lit the candle as he watched 

Viggo disappear into what he guessed was his bedroom. 
Exhaling heavily, he tried his best to relax. David was 
determined to enjoy himself tonight, and not let his 
strange attraction for the older man interfere. He did have 
a girlfriend back in Sydney, after all.

Viggo emerged several minutes later wearing a pair of 
sweatpants and a threadbare sweater. "I hope you're hungry. 
I've made enough for an army."

David looked at Viggo with a small smile. "Should've 
brought some orc captains with me if I'd known that," he 
joked weakly.

"Or how about some rangers. We have the appetites that 
could eat the high king of Gondor out of house and home," 
he quipped.

"Do you know how much John has to eat in that one scene? 
He's got like, an entire chicken and plates full of grapes 
and tomatoes..." David said with laughter in his eyes. 
"Gondorians can eat their fair share, too." He reached for 
the bottle of wine. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, thank you." He disappeared into the kitchen 
momentarily and returned balancing a tray of lasagna in one 
hand, a bottle opener and two wine glasses in the other. He 
set the tray down and eagerly opened the wine, pouring each 
of them a healthy glass. "I hope you like my cooking..." he 
said sheepishly, motioning for David to help himself to the 
dish.

David obligingly heaped a generous square of the pasta onto 
his plate. Within minutes it was gone, as was half the 
contents of his wine glass. "It's delicious, Viggo," he 
complimented as he reached for the wine bottle. Viggo was 
about to refill his glass as well, and their fingers 
touched as they both wrapped their hands around the bottle 
neck.

Viggo snatched his hand away quickly as though he had been 
burned. He then laughed nervously as if to brush off his 
abrupt motion. "You first."

"No, you, it's fine." David was blushing again, but the dim 
candlelight effectively hid his reddened cheeks from 
Viggo's eyes. 

"No, please, you're my guest." He took another bite of 
lasagna and was left with a string of unnoticed mozzarella 
dangling from his lip.

David motioned with his finger to his lips. "You got.. 
cheese," he said, forgetting about the wine. Before Viggo 
could respond, he reached over and removed the stray string 
of cheese from Viggo's face, his fingertips grazing the 
soft skin of the man's lips. "Got it," he whispered. His 
hand remained dangerously close to Viggo's face, and his 
finger's gently caressed Viggo's velvety lips as if they 
had a mind of their own.

"Thank you," Viggo whispered, shivers running down his 
spine from David's light touch. 

"You're welcome," David uttered, his voice nearly cracking 
from the seemingly-tangible tension that filled the air, 
nearly smothering him. 

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and placed them clasped 
together in his lap, where a bulge was rapidly growing.

Viggo cleared his throat uneasily. "Are you done? I'll take 
your plate to the kitchen." He started to stand, but sat 
back at the table quickly when he realized his baggy 
sweatpants did nothing to conceal his growing erection. "On 
second thought, I don't think I'm quite finished yet."

David's eyes missed nothing. "I'll take care of it." 
Whether it was the wine or some divinity guiding him, he 
did not care about his brazen erection. He stood up and 
picked up his own plate as well as Viggo's. He found his 
way to the kitchen, throwing a glance to Viggo that said 
"are you coming?" over his shoulder.

Viggo's eyes snapped automatically to the front of David's 
pants as he walked by him. **"He couldn't possibly..."** 
Snatching up the emptied wine glasses, he followed the 
other man to the kitchen, still slightly embarrassed at the 
state of his body.

David was carefully setting the dishes in the sink and 
rinsing off the red spots of tomato sauce that were left 
over from their food. He sensed that Viggo was standing in 
the doorway, and without turning around, he said "Bring 
those wine glasses over here, I'll wash them out for you."

"You don't have to wash anything, David," he said, 
hesitantly approaching the sink. "You're my guest. I can 
take care of it later."

Feeling a bit awkward now for taking control of the dishes, 
David turned off the water and turned around, leaning 
against the counter. "Very well then." He searched Viggo's 
face out of the corner of his eye for some sign to go on. 
Boldly, he asked "So what shall we do until 'later'?"

He took a step towards David, and then another, slowly 
closing the distance between their body. Maybe it was the 
wine, maybe it was his fatigue from the long day of 
shooting, but he was enticed by his co-star. "I think we 
can figure something out," he said quietly.

David turned his head slightly and looked up at Viggo with 
partially lidded eyes. He felt like his heart was going to 
burst out of his chest and hop around the room, he was so 
enamored by the man. His hand was suddenly reaching over to 
Viggo, resting upon the small of his back and tickling the 
man's skin through his thin shirt.

Viggo closed the last bit of distance between them, arousal 
shooting through him as their erections brushed together 
slightly. "David, you..." he breathed.

David's breath snagged when he felt Viggo's hardness 
against his own. Instead of making a verbal response, he 
guided his lips up to Viggo's slightly parted mouth and 
traced the man's lips with his tongue, first the upper then 
the lower. Lips tingling from the sinful contact of David's 
tongue, Viggo clasped his hands behind David's head and 
drew the man closer to him. 

He kissed David gently at first, but his lips grew more 
insistent as the feel of him against his body invaded his 
senses. He moaned slightly and pushed his tongue past 
David's lips and invaded the warm heat of his mouth.

As he allowed Viggo to explore his mouth, David's hands 
crept ever nearer to the waistband of Viggo's sweatpants. 
Using his right and left index fingers, he traced lazy 
circles around Viggo's navel before hooking them into the 
waistband. He could feel the heat of Viggo's arousal 
emanating upwards. A gentle thrust of the hips from Viggo 
cued David to go further, and he let a hand travel down and 
cup Viggo's balls, gently massaging them in his quivering 
fingers. Viggo groaned into David's mouth as his hips came 
forward to meet his hand readily. David shuddered as he 
felt a droplet of precum ooze from Viggo's throbbing cock 
onto his wrist. 

"God, David," he moaned as the man teased his balls, but 
skillfully avoided his erection. His eyes flicked towards 
the bedroom, wanting to throw the younger man on the bed 
and fuck him senseless, but he was too loath to lose the 
contact, even momentarily.

As if he could read Viggo's impassioned thoughts, David 
murmured lustily, throatily, "Bed... where?"

"Too far," he said back, the same lust-filled tone to his 
voice. He leaned forward and captured David's lips again, 
his tongue ravaging his mouth.

"Unnngh," David moaned. "Good.. I don't think.. I would've 
made it... that far," he gasped between fervent tongue 
swipes and licks. He sucked Viggo's lower lip into his 
mouth and nibbled on the flesh as he withdrew his hands 
from Viggo's crotch and grabbed the man's wrists, pulling 
him down to the floor.

Viggo straddled David's hips, tossing clothing off 
feverishly, the articles landing on the counter, in the 
sink, over lamps. He brought his lips down and kissed along 
David's heated flesh, leading a slow trail down his chest 
and closer to his throbbing erection.

David's moans became louder with each centimeter that 
Viggo's lips passed on their journey to his cock. His 
entire body was shaking with untapped excitement and he 
squirmed impatiently, waiting for Viggo to take him deep.

Viggo seemed to oblige, but his lips stopped just shy of 
the heated erection, instead making their way back up 
David's chest. 

"Fucking tease..." David hissed through gritted teeth. He 
bucked his hips upward, pressing his erection against Viggo 
forcefully.

"Patience, son of Gondor," he rasped, holding David's hips 
down. He continued his ministrations on the flat plains of 
his stomach, paying attention to the sensitive spots he 
found with his explorations.

David whimpered pathetically, writhing and wriggling 
helplessly underneath Viggo's lips. His hands grabbed the 
back of Viggo's head and tried to push his face to pay 
attention to his cock as he raised up his hips further.

"I want to hear my name on your lips, David. Let me hear 
you..." He inched his lips slowly back down to David's 
twitching cock that was aching for attention.

"Viggo," he whispered... "Do it Viggo, please," this time 
slightly more audibly.

Finally Viggo obliged, bringing his mouth down onto David's 
cock and taking all of him in. He sucked slowly, bringing 
his tightened lips from the base of his cock to the head, 
and back down again, his tongue running along the 
considerable length of the shaft.

Already feeling mere seconds away from his peak, David 
mewled and groaned noisily. "Oh shit, Viggo... yes, Viggo, 
yes yes..." He shut his eyes tightly, focusing on the 
incredible sensations that Viggo's deft tongue, lips, and 
teeth wrought upon his engorged flesh.

Viggo quickly set a pattern of sucking hard, then backing 
off when he felt David coming close to his orgasm, making 
the experience as pleasurable as possible for the other 
man.

Riding the waves of bliss that Viggo unleashed upon his 
organ, David began to steadily rock his hips up and down, 
fucking Viggo's mouth with ever increasing fervor.

Viggo finally allowed David his orgasm, sucking hard until 
the man came, then drinking down the seed that spurted into 
his mouth easily.

Tides of ecstatic heat subsiding, David's body went limp 
temporarily but was awakened again when Viggo's lips 
returned to his own, kissing hungrily and causing David's 
saliva to intermingle with his own fluids on Viggo's 
tongue. The warm shaft of flesh against his leg sparked 
renewed desire within him, and his erection quickly began 
to build back up as he enjoyed the feeling of this long-
forbidden contact finally becoming reality. "Viggo, do you 
want me to be inside of you?" David choked, his voice 
gritty and thick from hormones. He moved his lips away from 
Viggo's mouth and planted firm kisses on his neck and chin.

"I want to be in you, David." He brought his lips down to 
tease his earlobe, worrying the sensitive skin lightly 
between his teeth. "May I?"

David nodded and his heartbeat quickened as he fully 
realized what the request meant.

"I don't have any...I don't have any lubrication with me," 
Viggo said regretfully. "Is that all right?"

David's eyes widened at the notion of Viggo penetrating him 
dry. "Um... " He glanced around quickly, eyes vainly 
searching for something to substitute for lube. 

Viggo's eyes fell on the almost emptied bottle of wine 
resting on the edge of the counter. "The wine," he said, 
his voice ragged, "We can use the wine." 

He reached for the bottle and brought it down to the floor 
with them, swishing the liquid around inside.

"That's kinky," David muttered in a rough voice. "I like 
it." A wicked glint sparkled in his eyes as Viggo grabbed 
for the bottle. David shyly turned over, making himself 
available to Viggo so he could be slicked up.

Viggo poured a bit of the wine onto his hand, then slowly 
inserted a wetted finger into David's entrance, probing him 
until he found his sweet spot. He brushed up against it, 
pleasuring him to ease the pain when he inserted a second 
finger, and then a third.

Feeling fingers moving around inside him, stretching him 
out for the first time, David felt ripples of a whole new 
kind of pleasure radiating from his ring. "I'm ready, 
Viggo," he breathed.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back. Emptying the rest of the 
wine onto his throbbing cock, Viggo positioned himself at 
David's puckered entrance, applying pressure slightly.

"Yes!" David grunted. The softness of Viggo's head against 
him sent a shock of excitement to his groin where his cock 
was growing hard again.

Bringing his lips down to engage David's, Viggo slowly 
pushed past the resistant ring until he was fully sheathed 
in David's body. He waited until the man adjusted before 
beginning to move, angling his thrusts to brush against his 
prostate.

Tears of agonizing joy glistened in David's eyes and 
spilled over in salty streams on his cheeks as Viggo filled 
him up. The pain was sweet in the most twisted way, but was 
set off by the previously unfelt pangs of bliss that the 
swipes of Viggo's cock over David's prostate caused. His 
lips met sloppily with Viggo's and he cried with rapturous 
suffering into the other man's searching mouth.

Surrounded by David's tight heat, it was all Viggo could do 
to keep from driving into him with all of his might. He 
adopted a smooth rhythm of thrusts, feeling his orgasm 
pooling deep within him. His thrusts became more and more 
erratic as he came closer and closer to his peak, his 
breath coming in short gasps.

David felt his orgasm burst forth as Viggo's cock slid over 
his prostate in three consecutive strokes. His seed spurted 
out and dripped steamy beads of cream as he wailed Viggo's 
name.

Viggo came soon after, David's name simply a passionate 
shout that rolled off of his tongue. Collapsing onto 
David's body, he withdrew from him gently.

David coiled his fingers around a stray strand of Viggo's 
hair, thumb lightly caressing the man's cheek. Both their 
faces were glowing in post-orgasm, and they smiled weakly 
to each other. "Wow.." was all David could say as the two 
men lay naked, tangled with each other on the kitchen 
floor.

"I don't think I can say much else but that either..." He 
nuzzled David's cheek contentedly.

David laughed quietly, breathing in the light scent of 
perspiration mixed with the aroma of the red wine and their 
bodily fluids. "I don't think we need to say anything 
else." David kissed Viggo's forehead, lips ghosting over 
the sweat-beaded brow. "Nothing else..."

END