Title:  Behind the Wheel (1/1)
Author:  Moggie (moggie23x@yahoo.ca), aka <lj user="abluegirl">
Pairing: V/O
Rating:  NC-17
Summary:   Orlando and Viggo go for a little drive out in the country.  
What a nice, pleasant way to spend a day off from work!
Notes: Smut.  PWP.  I have a thing for fast cars.  
Feedback:  It puts a silly little grin on my face.  Yes please.
Disclaimer:  I don't know Viggo or Orlando.  Nor do I have any 
knowledge regarding their sexual orientations or personal life.  This is a 
work of fiction, pure and simple (well, maybe not pure…)
Archive: LBES, Lirimaer, Mirrormere, CIB, Of Elves and Men.  Others 
please ask - I am sure to say yes.
Author's Website: "Unfettered Words" 
http://pages.interlog.com/~illusion/VslashO/

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Orlando likes to drive really fast.    

This is part of his sensation seeking personality.   He has a reckless streak 
that lies behind his otherwise pleasant and happy-go-lucky personality.  It 
is the same trait that drives him to jump out of airplanes with only a 
parachute, and to careen down a snow covered hill on a board.  It is the 
trait that puts a hedonistic grin on his face, as he shifts gears and 
accelerates down the on-ramp, sending a thrill through his body as the car 
picks up speed.

"Oh yeah…"  The words escape his mouth practically as a moan.  The 
thrill of itself is almost erotic, and he gets a charge out of it every time.  

"Orlando, you drive like a maniac."

Orlando turns to grin at his passenger, totally energized by the power of 
the machine at his command.  "Hell, yeah, I do.  What of it?"

"I'm just afraid that you're going to get us killed, that's all.  Peter would 
have a fit if he had to replace Aragorn *again*."  

"Don't you worry, I know what I'm doing."  And indeed he does.  After 
years of navigating the narrow roads of England, his driving skills and 
reflexes are as finely tuned as that of a race car driver.   His hands caress 
the steering wheel like a lover as he weaves in and out of traffic, taking 
great joy in the speed and ease with which he pilots the car.

Removing one hand from the wheel for a second, Orlando slips a CD into 
the dashboard player.   The music fills the car, the thud of the bass line 
causing a slight vibration.   

"Depeche Mode.  Good choice."

"I figured we need a little driving music.  We've got a bit of a drive ahead 
of us."  

"Where are we going, anyways?"

"Just a little spot that I know of out in the country.  I thought that you'd 
enjoy it - you said you wanted to go someplace relaxing on your day off."

"This drive isn't exactly what I would call relaxing…"  Viggo's white 
knuckled hand is braced on the arm rest. 

"You know what they say, Vig.   The journey is the destination."

"As long as the journey doesn't end in a speeding ticket or a crash…"  
Viggo sighs, seemingly resigned to the fact that he won't get Orlando to 
slow his rapid pace through the traffic any more than he'd been able to 
stop him from bungee jumping in the past.  

However, if the truth be told, it kind of turns Viggo on to be with Orlando 
when he is as keyed up as this.  He turns in his seat to look at Orlando, 
who is intently maneuvering the sports car through the traffic and out of 
the city.  He younger man's eyes are hidden behind the sunglasses that he 
wears, but despite that, Viggo can discern a look of concentration on his 
face.  The intense appearance is tempered every now and then by the 
upwards quirking of the lips into a grin, as he steers the car around 
obstacles and increases the speed.

0rlando and Viggo have been casually fucking for months.   After the first 
time they hooked up, the fireworks between them naturally drew them 
back for more.  They discovered that they are incredibly in tune with each 
other, on an erotic level:  each of them seems to know, without asking, the 
best way to get each other off.   The fireworks between them occasionally 
manifest as friction on set - but when that happens, it only makes the sex 
better.   They fuck when they had the time and the inclination - in the 
trailer between takes, late night at each other's houses, on the beach.  The 
intensity of their fucking sometimes leaves them in a state of dazed 
aftershock, and they can never resist coming back for more.

Orlando didn't suggest this little day trip for the purpose of mere 
sightseeing.  He had been told about this secluded spot by one of the 
extras on set - a gorgeous place in the forest, far away from the main 
roads, and totally isolated.  Chances are that nobody would happen upon 
them once they were there.  Knowing how in tune Viggo was with the 
great outdoors, Orlando thought that the trip there would be fantastic drive 
- and a great excuse to shag Viggo up against a tree.

They drive for almost an hour and a half - the journey filled with the 
powerful beat of the music, gorgeous New Zealand scenery, and random 
conversation.  Eventually, Orlando leaves the highway, then the major 
roads as he heads for some dirt roads that lead deep into a leafy, green 
forest.   The car continues its high velocity as it travels over the winding 
roads.  On certain steep down slopes, the stomach of each man jumps in 
the most delightful way - similar to the sensation one gets on a particularly 
good roller coaster.     

Driving with Orlando is a thrill, and it is getting to Viggo.  He looks at 
Orlando again, and sees that sinful mouth curled up into a grin.   It is clear 
that Orlando gets off on this.  And watching Orlando gets Viggo off.

Viggo's hand, seemingly of its own accord, moves to rest on Orlando's 
denim-clad thigh.   His eyes shielded by the sunglasses, Orlando looks 
down at the hand on his leg, and his grin becomes even more lascivious as 
the hand slowly slides upwards.    Orlando is not disappointed.  Viggo is 
definitely in the right frame of mind for what he has planned.

Viggo's hand reaches Orlando's crotch - he is not surprised to discover that 
Orlando is hard beneath his jeans, his cock causing a bulge in the fabric.  
Viggo presses down, feeling the length of Orlando's cock, sure he can feel 
it throb through the denim.   Orlando inhales shortly, and spreads his legs 
as much as he can while driving.  He keeps his eyes on the road ahead of 
him, his face still set in concentration as he navigates the twisting path.  
Viggo's tongue flicks out to lick his lips, as he observes Orlando's 
reactions - his arousal, usually so abandoned, is held under tight control as 
he drives.  The smallest hints give him away - the increased rate of 
breathing; the pulse visible at his neck, fluttering more rapidly; the flush 
of colour in his cheeks.

Viggo starts to stroke Orlando through the fabric, his hand moving 
sensually against the harsh fabric of the jeans.   Unable to resist, and 
wanting to drive Orlando to further distraction, he leans over and flicks his 
tongue over the delicate flesh of Orlando's earlobe.   He captures it in his 
mouth, and grazes it with his teeth as his tongue caresses the soft tissue.   
The hand, bolder now, slides upwards and undoes the button fly of the 
jeans.  It slips downwards, under the fabric and inside.   Underneath the 
jeans, Orlando is hot and pulsing in Viggo's hand, and his hips arch 
upwards ever so slightly at the touch.

Orlando lets loose a moan.  The mouth on the ear and the hand between 
his legs threatens to shatter Orlando's self control.

"Viggo, as much as I enjoy you molesting me while I drive, I suggest that 
you stop unless you really do want to get into an accident."

Viggo pulls away, reluctantly.  "Couldn't help myself.   For some reason, 
watching you drive is really hot."

"Do you think that you can control yourself for another five minutes?  
We're almost there." 

"It's possible."

Minutes later, Orlando turns off the road onto what seems like an old 
logging road.  The drive is bumpy, and Orlando becomes mildly 
concerned about the effect that it might have on his car - somehow he had 
convinced the studio to lease him a sports car, and he didn't want to 
damage it in case they changed their mind on the issue.  

Shortly, the car emerges into a clearing on a cliff side.   The cliff 
overlooks a river, running through a valley.  The majestic New Zealand 
mountains complete the vista, the peaks covered in snow and reaching for 
the sky.  It is beautiful, but neither Orlando nor Viggo are particularly 
interested in it at the moment.  They are rather pre-occupied with the 
thought of stripping each other's clothes off and releasing some of the 
tension that has built up during the drive.

Orlando is first out of the car, after the engine is turned off.  He stalks over 
to Viggo's side of the car, and is there waiting for him when the passenger 
door opens.   Viggo emerges and closes the door, regarding the feral 
Orlando with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.  Orlando hadn't even 
bothered to refasten his jeans.

Orlando approaches Viggo, and when he reaches him he presses the full 
length of his body against the other man's, and pushes him back against 
the car.  His hands are braced on the hood, on either side of the Viggo's 
body.   The smirk remains on Viggo's face, and if possible, becomes even 
wider.  

"What's so funny, Vig?"  Orlando pushes one leg between Viggo's forcing 
the apart as he thrusts his hips forward, letting the other man feel just how 
hard his arousal is.  As the pressure increases sharply on Viggo's groin, he 
draws a sharp breath.

"You are.  You didn't bring me out here merely for relaxation purposes, 
did you."  His arms slide around Orlando's body.  They settle on his firm 
buttocks and draw the younger man more firmly against him, enjoying the 
delicious friction when Orlando's thigh rubs against his cock.

"Of course not."   Orlando's lips are dangerously close to Viggo's and the 
words move over the other man's skin like fire. "I had an entirely different 
purpose in mind."  

Orlando's lips claim Viggo's in a kiss that seeks to expel all of the pent up 
need and arousal that had built up during the drive.  Viggo's lips part 
underneath the pressure, and Orlando's tongue drives its way into Viggo's 
mouth.   He seeks out the heat and slickness of Viggo's tongue, and is 
immediately rewarded when he feels it twist against him.  Viggo returns 
the kiss with equal passion and vigor, sucking Orlando's tongue further 
into his mouth, sucking it as he loves to suck other, more sensitive parts of 
Orlando's body.

Orlando's hips rock against Viggo's, as Viggo's hands tighten their grip on 
Orlando's buttocks.    Viggo feels his need growing - incredibly excited by 
the release of the desire that Orlando had kept in check during the drive.  
He grinds his hips against the other man's, arching away from the car 
towards the taut young body that is pressed against his.

Orlando moves his mouth from Viggo's and trails it over his cheek to the 
ear.   "God, Viggo, you had me so turned on during the drive out here.  I 
wasn't sure that I was going to make it.  When you put your hand down 
my jeans, I knew that the first that I was going to do once we got here was 
fuck you."  The mouth uttering those teasing words fastens onto the 
earlobe, the tongue flickering over the sensitive flesh.

"You want to fuck me?"  Viggo's tongue slides over the sensitive flesh of 
Orlando's neck, drawing a whimper from the other man.

"Yeah."   Hips thrust against each other, seeking hardness and heat.

"Is that why you brought me here? To fuck me in the great outdoors?"  
Viggo's hand travels further down between Orlando's legs, and presses 
gently upwards against he sensitive balls between his legs.

"Yeah."  Hands move to hold the back of Viggo's head, winding through 
the hair as his tongue explores the skin of Viggo's ear.

"I like the way your mind works." 

"Of course you do.   Don't I always have great ideas?"  Orlando presses 
more fully against Viggo, and brings his hands to the hips that are 
pinioned against the car.

"Devilishly inspired, I would have to say."  Viggo's lips claim Orlando's in 
a searing kiss, tongue pushing inwards, seeking it's equal.  

"GodIWantYou."  Orlando's words come out as one long breath between 
kisses.

"Show me."  

Orlando kisses Viggo fiercely, the intensity of his arousal preventing 
anything that would resemble gentleness to surface in this encounter.   As 
he continues to assail Viggo's mouth, his hands move from the hips to the 
belt buckle.  They make short work of the fastenings that hold the jeans to 
hips - buckle undone, button unsnapped, zipper pushed roughly down.   
The jeans and boxers soon follow the downward path.   

A hand grasps the hard column of flesh that rises between Viggo's thighs, 
and the contact of skin on oh-so-sensitive skin sends a delicious thrill 
through his body.  He moans into the kiss, his hand clasping the back of 
Orlando's head. A few strokes of the hand on his heated flesh, and his 
breathing becomes more erratic and fevered. His hand clutches at the car 
behind him, seeking purchase.

Orlando knows what Viggo wants.   He drops to his knees in front of 
Viggo, not caring about the dirt that is staining the knees of his jeans.   
The only thing on his mind, besides sinking into the tightness of Viggo's 
body, is how good he knows Viggo tastes, and how good he can make 
Viggo feel.

A tongue snakes out between kiss swollen lips, and runs up the underside 
of the rigid, heated length of Viggo's erection.  It reaches the top, and 
swirls around the head, licking as if savouring rich, sweet ice cream.  
Viggo looks down at the decadent sight before him - Orlando Bloom on 
his knees before him, eyes closed and mouth open as his tongue moves 
over his cock.   'Oh gods, yes,' Viggo thinks to himself.  'The boy is so 
good at his.'

And then, Viggo is unable to form a single other coherent though, because 
his cock is suddenly fully enveloped in Orlando's mouth.

Orlando sets a rapid and hard pace on his flesh, his mouth moving up 
Viggo's cock, and back down again, the tongue sliding firmly against the 
underside with each down stroke.  His hands take hold of Viggo's hips, 
bracing him firmly against the car.  Viggo's hands grasp at the cold, 
smooth surface of the car behind him, trying to find some measure of 
stability as his legs are weakened by the relentless rhythm of Orlando's 
lips and tongue on his flesh.   

Viggo's head tips back, and his breath comes rapidly through his teeth - 
the harsh breathing turns degenerates into moaning, as Orlando 
deliberately slows the pace, drawing out the pleasure.   The mouth draws 
back, and Viggo again looks down to see a silvery thread of saliva 
connecting his cock to the wet, pink tongue that is protruding out of 
Orlando's mouth.  Dark eyes look up at him from underneath lowered 
lashes, and it occurs to Viggo that this is possibly the most erotic thing he 
has ever seen in his life. The tongue begins to lick around the head of his 
cock once more, teasing at the slit and licking at the pre-come that has 
begun to ooze from the orifice.    A smile appears on those oh-so-sinful 
lips, 

"Mmmmm, Viggo.  You taste so good."   And with that, the heat of 
Orlando's mouth surrounds him again, and Viggo lets loose a low, deep 
moan.  Orlando is done teasing - he sucks hard and fast on Viggo's cock, 
knowing just how to give the other man the most pleasure.  The slickness 
and the heat that perpetually moves over his incredibly sensitive skin 
causes the sensations coursing through Viggo's body to reach a fever 
pitch.  Orlando moans as he works the flesh, knowing that his lover is 
close, and the vibrations that this generates pull even more lustful sounds 
from Viggo's mouth.  

Orlando releases the grip on Viggo's hips, allowing them to move freely.   
They thrust in time with the movement of Orlando's mouth on his flesh, 
threatening to bruise Orlando's lips as he thrusts into that wanton mouth.  
Viggo's hands grasp Orlando's head, and with a hoarse yell, he comes.  
The cock pulses within Orlando's mouth, and he tips his head back 
slightly, accepting the semen as it flows down his throat.  

The lips move gently around Viggo's cock as Orlando gives him a second 
to recover.  He hears Viggo's breathing return to something approaching 
normal, and feels the other man's hands gently stroke his head. Despite the 
tenderness, Orlando knows that his own need is too strong at the moment 
for such pleasantries.

Orlando jumps up off his knees, and presses his body back against 
Viggo's.  He kisses Viggo with some ferocity, tangling his hands in the 
other man's hair.  Viggo's tongue slides into Orlando's mouth, exploring 
and seeking the taste of his come that still lingers there.

"My turn."  Orlando's voice is fraught with need, and the sound comes out 
almost as a growl.

"Mmmm… yes it is.  What is it you want?" Viggo teases gently, knowing 
that his lover has worked himself up into quite the state.

"Need to be inside you.  Now. Here.  Up against the car."  The pure 
hunger in Orlando's voice sends shivers from the top of Viggo's spine 
down to this sacrum.   Orlando is lust personified:  all lascivious kisses, 
grinding hips and hot calloused hands that wander over Viggo's bare skin, 
creating delicious friction. Orlando's breathing is heavy, and Viggo can 
feel his chest heaving against his own.  Viggo pulls back to look Orlando 
in the eyes, and finds them dark and full of need.  

He can never resist Orlando when he is like this - a blindingly gorgeous 
dark god of lust.

"Then take me,"   Is all that Viggo simply says.  With that, Orlando leans 
in to claim Viggo's mouth in a fiery kiss, his lips claiming and marking, 
the tongue plundering.  Abruptly, he feels the younger man take a hold of 
his body, and he is almost violently turned around to face the car.   His 
hands land on the top of the hood, and he braces himself for the onslaught 
that he knows is about to come.

His movements ever so slightly frantic, Orlando quickly opens the car 
door and reaches inside to retrieve something.  Viggo spies a small tube in 
his hand.  Lube.  Orlando sees him smiling.

"You know what they say in Boy Scouts, Viggo.  Be prepared."  The 
young, lithe body presses itself against Viggo's back.   The still clad hips 
press themselves into Viggo's naked buttocks - the rough fabric and the 
open buttons rubbing roughly into the soft skin.  

"You were never a Boy Scout."   Hands snake around to the front of 
Viggo's body, and run up underneath the shirt to pinch the nipples to 
hardness.

"Doesn't matter, the sentiment still holds."  Viggo feels breath in his ear as 
the words are uttered.  A mouth closes around Viggo's earlobe.  He feels 
the hot, wet motion of the tongue massaging and kneading the little flap of 
flesh.   

Orlando's hips grind hotly against his, and then the hands around his body 
suddenly move away.  There is the sound of fabric being hastily pushed 
down the long legs.  The clothes are quickly kicked away, and then the 
warmth of Orlando's body returns to its place behind him.  Now, there is 
nothing to separate their skin - Orlando's cock, hard and throbbing, presses 
between Viggo's buttocks, as the hands resume their tortuous motion on 
Viggo's body.  Orlando drops wet, hot kisses across the back of Viggo's 
neck and shoulders.  A hand moves and finds its destination, settling on 
the hardening cock between Viggo's legs - stroking and grasping the flesh.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Orlando quickly slicks up his fingers.  His 
hand trails across the hips, then down - down between the parted thighs in 
front him.   He finds his target and slips the finger inside.

Viggo groans.  He loves this - the anticipatory stage, before he is 
breached, before the hard and fast fucking begins. The talented finger 
quickly finds his prostate, and brushes against it - stroking and massaging, 
touching his most intimate spot, causing waves of incredible pleasure to 
radiate throughout his body.  The finger is joined by another, and they 
continue to move inside him. He arches his back and presses against the 
body behind him.  He lets loose a moan, desperate for something more - 
something larger, thicker, longer and harder.

He doesn't have to wait for long.  Orlando's need is too great.   There is a 
pause while Orlando prepares himself.  Viggo waits, hands braced against 
the car, naked from the waist down, legs parted, hips pushed back.  His 
cock rises proud and hard between his legs.   His whole posture is one of 
waiting and needing to be fucked.

"God Viggo, you look so hot like that - all hard and ready for me."  

Viggo looks over his shoulder, and sees Orlando, his hand stroking his 
now glistening cock.  The look in the man's eyes is one of pure desire.

"Then come and fuck me, Orlando."   Viggo directs the full force of his 
smoldering glance at the highly aroused younger man.  "Do it.  Now."

Viggo steadies himself against the car as Orlando reaches for his hips.   He 
feels the tip of Orlando's cock press against his entrance, and he opens his 
legs even wider, to allow greater access.  An arm reaches around to the 
front of Viggo's body, and presses firmly against his chest, the warm and 
solid hand between his pectoral muscles.  Pressing Viggo's torso back 
towards, him, Orlando eases his cock forwards and into the welcoming 
heat of Viggo's body.    Viggo grunts as Orlando's cock passes the 
guardian muscle, stretching him further.   It hurts a little, as it always does 
at first - Orlando's cock is long, like the rest of him - and much thicker 
than his slim frame would lead one to believe.

Mouth open and eyes closed, Orlando pushes inexorably forward, easing 
the full length of his cock into Viggo's body.  He pauses to give the other 
man a chance to adjust to his presence.   Viggo exhales and closes his eyes 
as he leans backwards into the other's embrace.  He savours the feeling of 
the one steady hand on his chest, the other grasping his hip, the body 
pressed up against his, and the hard cock in his ass.    It is a feeling of 
being possessed.  Of being taken.

"Oh, god, you feel so good, Orlando."

"So do you.  So tight.  So hot - oh, and you feel so good against me."  
Orlando's mouth is again right beside his year, and as the words are 
uttered, Viggo can feel the lips moving against his sensitive skin. 

Orlando begins to move.  He rocks his hips backwards, withdrawing 
almost completely.   Viggo makes a noise of protest when the contact 
between the bodies is lessened, then moans lasciviously when the hips 
drive forwards against him again.  Orlando's cock drives into his body, 
stroking against Viggo's prostate.  This tears a cry of pleasure from Viggo 
as the intense sensation floods his nervous system.   Again and again 
Orlando repeats this assault on Viggo's body and senses - withdrawing 
almost completely, and thrusting in fast and hard, deliberately hitting 
Viggo's sweet spot each time.  

Heedless of Viggo's moaning and writhing, Orlando continues the 
delicious slow motion fucking.  Each time he withdraws, the muscles of 
Viggo's body clench down on his cock; and each time he thrusts in, the 
warmth and tightness envelops him once more.   The intense sensation is 
soon too much for Orlando, and he lets go with a hoarse cry, and begins to 
pound hard and fast into his lover's body, fucking him roughly against the 
car.    

As the movements become rougher and more fierce, the hand at Viggo's 
hip moves to grasp Viggo's aching cock.   Orlando strokes the hard 
column of flesh in time with each thrust.   Orlando's hips pump against 
Viggo's, finding a rhythm that is as old as time itself - in and out, harder 
and faster, demanding that Viggo's body respond to his.   Viggo's hips 
move in counterpoint to Orlando's, mirroring undulation of the hard, lean 
body behind him.    

The breathing of both men is quite ragged now.    Their eyes are tightly 
closed, oblivious to the glory of nature around them.  All manner of 
shamelessly lustful noises issue from their open mouths. With each breath 
Orlando takes, a curse or word of praise is uttered.  "Oh god.  Oh yeah.  
Fuck.  This is so fucking good Viggo.  So hot.  So bloody good."  Viggo 
can only moan wordlessly as his body is taken, the pleasure escalating 
with each skilled stroke of Orlando's cock into his ass and over his 
prostate.  

Viggo's cock pulses hotly in Orlando's hand, and the man's breathing 
reaches a fevered pitch.  Orlando knows that he is close, and thrusts even 
harder and faster into his lover's willing body, seeking his own release.   
Viggo's muscles clamp down on him as he begins to come - and Orlando 
is undone.    

When they come, they both scream their release - voices raised in pure 
ecstasy as the pleasure claims their bodies.   A handful of birds, startled by 
the noise, take flight from the trees around them, and fly off into the 
distance.

Viggo collapses against the car, breathing heavily.   He feels a heavy 
pressure as Orlando falls against his back, and smiles when the arms 
encircle his body.  Orlando lays his cheek against Viggo's shoulder, 
turning his head to the side with an expression of absolute bliss on his 
face.

"God that was fun."

"Sure was, Elfboy."

"Didn't I tell you that I have great ideas?"

"You most certainly do.  What else do you have planned for the 
afternoon?"

"Just you wait and see.  This is going to be the best day off ever."

"It already is, Orlando.  It already is."



~  END  ~