Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Boundaries (2/?)
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, Lirimaer, Viggorously.  All others please ask.

Summary: Talking it over.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Warnings : this is for the whole series - BDSM, harsh
language, toy use, extreme kink (specifics will be
posted per chapter)

Warnings this chapter : fluff

Author's notes : Thanks again to the divine Elizabeth
for giving her blessing to this series and providing
help.

Posted Sept. 5, 2003

*****

Holy shit.  The box has a plethora of things that I've only
seen in catalogs.  Several different types of leather restraints, rope,
dildos of various shapes and sizes, butt plugs, riding crops, floggers,
paddles, chains with snap clips, nipple clamps, cock rings...
I'm sure there's more stuff in there that I can't see, but
fuck, that's a *lot* of gear.

Orli's standing very still, waiting for me to say something, and I
kick myself for being startled in the first place.
You've prided yourself on your open mind, Viggo, now
put your money where your mouth is.

I climb out of bed and take both of his hands in mine.
I look deep into his eyes and say, "I don't care that you're 
kinky, Orli.  As long as it's okay with you that I'm non-kinky."

Orli beams and kisses me thoroughly.  He says, "The proper
term is 'vanilla'.  And I'll never use any of this on you unless
you want me to.  Promise me that you believe that?"  He
looks incredibly vulnerable right now, and my heart just
aches.

"I believe you, Orli," I say, holding his gaze and 
squeezing his hands.

He reaches out to touch my cheek and we just look at
each other tenderly for several minutes.  Unfortunately,
I started out the night tired, and I break the mood
by yawning.  "I'm sorry, I want to talk more, but I'm 
exhausted."

Orli climbs into his bed and holds out his arms.  "Come here,
you silly man.  Let's get some sleep."

I nod wearily and tumble in, pulling Orli against my
chest.  I hear his sigh of contentment as I immediately
drift off.

***

As usual, I wake up before Orli does.  We've changed
positions during the night, and I'm spooned against him.
Smiling, I study his face as he sleeps, idly stroking his
cheek.  I can never get enough of how
beautiful he is, and he looks so innocent right now.
I can hardly imagine him whipping someone with a cruel
smile on his lips and enjoying it.

Oh fuck, stop that, Viggo.  You're being stupid.
Orli's always been tender and giving, and it took
a lot for him to tell you about this.

Orli starts stirring and I plant small kisses on his neck as he
wakes up.  He purrs and pulls me in for a long kiss.  I open
my mouth to his, languidly tasting him.

"Morning," he says, nipping my lower lip.

"Morning." I stroke his face, watching him shyly lower his
eyes.

I pull his face up to kiss him again, and I say, "Do you
still want to talk?  We have some time."

He nods.  I decide to start.  "As I said last night, if
it's okay with you that I'm completely vanilla, I'm
fine with you being kinky."

He looks at me questioningly, "Completely vanilla?
Aren't you even into plain old bondage?"

I shake my head.  "Exene was really into it. I let her
tie me up once, but it didn't do anything for me."

"I'm sorry for my reaction last night, Vig.  Not everyone's
as understanding as you are."

"And I wish that I could be the least bit interested in BDSM 
because it would make you happier."

Orli kisses me thoroughly and says, "You're too sweet.
But that's why I love you."  

"And I love you."  I look over at the clock.  "Shit, we
need to get out of here."  Damnit, I lost track of time
again.  Oh well, with any luck, we'll only be half
an hour late if I hurry.

Orli smiles cheekily, "Fancy a wager, old man?"

Uh oh, he's scheming again, but he knows I can't resist.  
"All right.  What do you have in mind?"

"If I get out the door first, you come dancing with me this
weekend," he says.  Damn, he's always made fun of 
how it takes me forever to get out the door.  Figures that
he would try something like this.  

"And if I get out the door first?"

"I'll treat you to a nice picnic out on the beach.
We'll sit, talk, whatever it is you want to do."

Hmmm, that's a nice bribe, and now that I
think about it, I have a good handicap in my
favor.  "Deal."

"All right, we start on the count of three...one, two, THREE!"

I leap out of bed and start getting dressed.  Orli's pretty 
fast, but he forgot one very important thing:
I only brought one set of clothes with me.  I just jump
into my stuff from yesterday, saving time by not bothering
to put on my underwear, while Orli's busy pulling out 
clean clothes.

Still, even with that advantage, I still need to outrace the
human whirlwind, and I just barely have time to
grab Anduril before I shoulder past him through the door.

"Bringing port is fine," I say as he locks up.  I'm grinning
from ear to ear.  "And don't forget the lube."

He kisses me lightly.  "Don't get too smug.  If I hadn't 
offered you that bribe, you'd still be scrummaging about
for your script, even though you *know* they'll be handing
us rewrites this morning."

"Know-it-all prissy elf."

"Smelly human."

I ruffle the strip of hair on his head.  "Shouldn't we be getting
to work?"

He pouts and starts walking towards the car.  I follow, and as
he gets in, he says, "I *could* just leave you here, you know."

"I don't think Pete will appreciate that.  He needs me for
a lot of scenes today."

"I'll just tell him that you're sick and that I can double
for you.  I think Aragorn would look smashing with a mohawk,
don't you think?" He leans in and hisses, "Or are you 
frightened?" in an imitation of my Aragorn voice.  At least I think he's
trying to imitate my voice.  It sounds more like a cross
between an Uruk-Hai gargling and Gollum slurping down a fish. 

"I am frightened of no mere ranger," I reply in my best Legolas
voice.  

Orli bats my hair and says, "Wanker!  You make it sound like
Legolas is gayer than Felicia in 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert'!"

"Well, I hate to tell you this..."

Orli goes into full-on pout mode at this point and looks completely
adorable.  I kiss his protruding bottom lip and say, "I'm sorry.  
Let me make it up to you?"

He beams and starts the car.  "I'll hold you to that, you know."

"I know."

***

Sean is in the Cuntebago when we arrive.  He says, "Someone call
Guinness, Viggo's actually on time."

I laugh and say, "You have Orli to thank for that."

Sean smiles at me and I feel a little ache inside which I squelch.
I was attracted to Sean when I first arrived, but unfortunately, 
he's straight.  That's a moot point, though, because I'm
with Orli now.

"Well then..." he says before he folds his large arms around Orli,
giving him a huge bear hug.  "Thank you for hauling Viggo's
arse in and keeping Carolyn's blood pressure down.  What's
your secret?  Lord knows we've tried everything from early
wake up calls to threats."

"Oof," Orli says, waving his arms around frantically to indicate
that Sean is cutting off his air supply. Sean lets him go 
and he continues, "It's smashingly easy, you just have to 
have offer Viggo sexual favors, like..."

"Oi!  Too much information!" Sean says, cutting Orli off. 

I laugh as I sit down in my make-up chair.  "It's not like you
have virgin ears, Sean."

Sean says, "I still don't need to hear about it."  

Orli laughs and musses Sean's hair.  "So, I should snog Viggo
in front of you instead?"

Sean groans and looks at Orli murderously.  Thankfully, before it can
degenerate too much, the make-up artists arrive.

Sean and I are out of make-up first because we don't have to
deal with prosthetics.  As we're walking to costuming, I say,
"Sean, could I ask you for a huge favor?"

Sean pauses.  "Huge?  I don't like the sound of that."

"I'll make it worth your while."

"It depends on what you want, mate."

I tell Sean my plan, trying not to smile as his eyes get wide.

"You're nutters."

"Come on, Sean.  Please?"

"All right, but you'll *owe* me."

I clap him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Sean.  You're the best."

He mutters, "And I'm barking mad for agreeing."

***

"Everyone but the hobbits can have a twenty minute break!  I need them for
reaction shots," Peter calls out.  The hobbits good-naturedly
grumble about being worked to death, and the rest of the
cast scatters.

Orli grins as he hurries towards me.  "Care to find someplace
quiet and snog a bit?"

I catch Sean's eye and nod.  He starts walking towards the 
trailers after acknowledging my signal.  I then grab Orli's arm firmly.
"I have a better idea," I say as I drag him off the set.

"What...Viggo?"  Understanding soon dawns on him, and he
picks up the pace.

We come up to the Cuntebago and Sean's standing outside.
I wave at him as I drag Orli inside, and Sean rolls his eyes.

As the door closes behind us, I pull Orli to me and
kiss him until he goes limp in my arms.  While he's
blissfully cradled in my grasp and making soft, incoherent noises,
I reach down and start unlacing his leggings, smiling
when I feel that he's already rock hard.

He purrs softly as my fingers touch him and he starts pushing his
crotch into my hand.   He's already making it damned hard to
think, but I manage to finish unknotting the ties and pull them down.

I drop to my knees and I run my fingernails gently on the underside
of his cock.  He whimpers and clutches my shoulders for support.

"Viggo..." he breathes.

"Hush, you don't want Sean to hear.  Let me apologize for 
being mean to you this morning," I say huskily 
before I push my head under his tunic and start tracing 
lazy circles on the tip of his erection.

He pushes towards me, but I grip his hips tightly to keep him from 
moving, causing him to protest.  The complaints 
soon fade as I proceed to blow hot air on his cock, 
causing him to hiss.
 
I press my lips onto the tip again, gently teasing the slit open 
with my tongue and exploring it.  It's hot under his tunic, and sweat is 
already starting to bead on my face, but I ignore it, 
concentrating instead on licking Orli until he's panting
heavily.

He grips my shoulders hard and says in a choked voice, "Viggo..."
I start tracing my tongue under the ridge, listening to
his soft cries.  Smiling, I continue my slow torture, and his
body is shaking with the effort of trying to hold his moans
in.  It's starting to get stifling under here and I can't
see his face, so I push his tunic up.  God, he's so
sexy.  His eyes are fluttering shut and his cheeks are 
flushed from arousal.  I can see that his mouth is tightly closed, 
and he's biting his lip in an effort to keep silent.

Watching his face, I continue circling around his erection with my 
tongue, savoring the taste and texture of the velvety skin 
until he's about ready to explode.

"Vig..." he says thickly, looking down at me.  He's not
wearing his contacts today and his eyes are almost black
with lust.  I suck on the tip of his dick some more, smiling
as he swallows a loud mewl.  

His fingers start digging in my shoulders and I know that he's
desperate.  "Vigg...Fuck!" he says as I suddenly inhale his
cock, causing his body to convulse.

His knees buckle even more, and now I'm supporting most of
his weight on my shoulders.  His breath is coming out in wheezing gasps 
now as I suck him as hard as I can, swirling my tongue 
around the length.  He's trying his best not to make noise, 
and I'm sure the effort is making his head spin.

I start bobbing my head up and down, gently grazing my teeth
along his dick as I pull back, before I swallow him deep again. 
I then switch my grip slightly, so that his ass is cradled in my
hands, and I begin to knead the cheeks as I lavish my
attention on his hard shaft.

Orli sucks in a loud whimper and I can tell by the quiver in his
body that he's getting close.  I speed up, humming
softly as I lap my tongue along the seam, and sucking
for all I'm worth.  

That's enough to send him over the edge.  His nails
bite into my shoulders as he pushes his hips against me,
letting out a muffled groan as he spurts deep in my
mouth.  I eagerly swallow all of his release, loving the
taste of him.

I continue sucking gently on him, bringing him down 
slowly.  As he collapses over me, I clean off his cock
and pull back, trying not to get anything on his costume.

Orli's still wobbly, so I continue to hold him while I stand
up, noticing that his gaze is slightly unfocused.  I gently 
stroke his back, looking at his blissful face.

"Hey," I murmur, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Hey..." he says dreamily.  We suddenly hear Sean knocking 
on the door.  "Two minutes left," he says.

That snaps Orli back to reality.  He pulls up his leggings and
quickly laces them up.

As he's knotting the ties, he looks at me and says, "Are you *sure* 
you don't have a kinky bone in your body?
Making me hold in my screaming is a trick a top would use."

I feel my ears burning, and Orli grins.  "C'mon Vig, duty calls," 
he says as he opens the door.

Sean takes one look at my face and says, "We'll have to make you King
of the Lobsters now, Viggo," before he laughs out loud.

I mutter a nasty Danish curse under my breath and Orli
gives me a peck on the cheek.  "Just ignore the wanker.  What
you did was wonderful, thank you." 

He looks at Sean. "And how in hell did he press-gang you into
lookout duty, Mr. Don't Snog In Front of Me?"

It's now Sean's turn to blush.  "Um, he asked me really nicely?"

Orli grins even wider and he turns towards me.  "And 
now you're begging prettily to other men?  Viggo, I'm shocked."

I turn red again.  This is going to be one fuck of a long day.

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end part 2