Title:  Crash and Burn
Author:  Juniper 
Author's Email:  jenjuniper77@yahoo.com 
Pairings: Viggo / Orlando 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary:  Orlando and Viggo in New Zealand.  Misconceptions and 
confusion abound.
Disclaimer:  All in my head people….all in my head.


Part 1

Orlando’s POV

‘Why am I in New Zealand?’  I’ve asked myself this same question over 
and over for the past couple of months.  I’ve made good friends.  I’ve met 
a few girls.  I’ve had a few adventures.  But why am I here?

I’m supposed to be working on my career.  Just fresh out of drama school, 
I know that I am so lucky to have landed this part.  I love acting.  I’m 
having a blast filming these movies.  I’m learning so much that I didn’t 
learn in school.  Sometimes I feel like I just don’t fit in here.  Everyone is 
so experienced.  Even Elijah, and he’s a few years younger than I am.

Speaking of Elijah, here he comes, along with the rest of the Hobbits.  
We’re done filming for the week, so I know what that means…drinks with 
the boys and an early morning appointment with the toilet.  It’s the same 
old thing every weekend.  Maybe I won’t drink as much tonight.  I can 
make fun of the Hobbits for their shameless stunts and maybe I can even 
impress the old gits by not getting plastered.  I could use any extra respect 
from them I can get.

Don’t get me wrong…I get along fine with the elder members of the 
fellowship, but sometimes I get the idea that they think I’m just a young, 
impetuous idiot.  They treat me okay, it’s just that they patronize the 
younger guys in our group.  ‘Oh, look at Orlando.  Drunk again.’ ‘It’s 
playtime for the young ones again.’ ‘Go have your fun while us gentlemen 
talk business.’  I want to show them that I can be mature too.  I want to 
infiltrate their inner circle.

*-*-*

I walk into the noisy pub slowly, letting my eyes and ears adjust to the 
change in atmosphere.  I can spot Lij, Sean, Billy and Dom at the pool 
table playing doubles.  I hear a burst of hysterical laughter as Lij howls at 
some remark Dom has made.  Billy looks up after taking a shot to yell 
across the pub, ‘Hey Orli!  Finally made it, did ya?’  I smile and shoot him 
the bird as I head toward the corner booth where the ‘distinguished 
gentlemen’ are.  Halfway to the booth, I notice that Sean, Ian, Viggo and 
John are all chuckling and smirking at me as I approach.  I can almost hear 
‘Here comes Orlando.  What kind of entertainment will he provide 
tonight?’ in their quite laughter.

‘Hey guys.  Can I join you?’  I ask as I finally reach the booth.

‘There’s not a whole lot of room Orlando.’  Sean states.

‘That’s okay.  We can make room.’  I sit on the edge of the seat near 
Viggo.  Bracing my feet on the floor, I push against him, making him 
scoot over so I can share the seat.  ‘See?  I knew I’d fit.’

Viggo laughed.  ‘We could fit you in anywhere you skinny pole.’  He 
pushed back at me playfully, acting like he intended to push me off of the 
bench.

The laughter at the table grew louder as Viggo and I had a ‘king of the 
seat’ contest, pushing against each other to see who would prevail.  He 
was trying to knock me to the floor and I was trying to push him farther in 
on the bench, against John who was starting to sputter at us.  ‘Boys, I 
know I need to lose a little weight, but squishing me against the wall isn’t 
going to make me any thinner.’

Viggo turned to apologize to John just as I gave one final push.  As his 
body shifted, I leaned back hard, pressing my elbow into his upper thigh 
by accident.  ‘Shit – that hurts!’  Viggo gasped as I jumped up.

‘I’m sorry Viggo – I didn’t mean to do that.’  I immediately began 
massaging the spot I had abused with my elbow.

He grabbed my forearms and pulled them away.  ‘It’s okay Orlando.’

I reached for his leg again, intending to ease his pain, but before I could 
reach him, he gave my forearms a rough squeeze.  ‘Orlando – stop it.  I 
said I’m okay.’  Oh fuck – he sounds upset.  I look at him.  His red face 
and frown says it all.  Glancing around at the others, I see those 
patronizing smiles again.  I realize where I was massaging Viggo and I 
feel like a young, impetuous idiot.

I’m embarrassed as hell, I’ve not got the excuse of being drunk, and 
they’re all laughing at me.  I turn and leave the pub as soon as possible.  
My mission to act mature and gain their respect has failed.  I have once 
again crashed and burned.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

I was sitting in the pub with Sean, Ian and John watching the Hobbits play 
pool when Orlando arrived at the pub last night.  He walked in and smiled 
at some remark Billy made before flipping him off.  I figured he’d get a 
beer and head to the pool table to join them.  I think we were all still 
laughing at his greeting to Billy when he headed our way instead.  Our 
booth was pretty full, what with two grown men seated on each seat, but 
Orlando plopped down beside me and immediately pushed me over on 
John.

A good-natured pushing match began and before long John was 
complaining about being smashed against the wall.  I turned to apologize 
to him and the next thing I know is there is a sharp pain in my upper thigh, 
entirely too close to my cock for comfort.  Orlando starts apologizing and 
rubbing the spot.  To my horror, a weird sensation swirls through my belly 
and I can feel my cock stir and my groin begin to tighten.  ‘Shit,’ that isn’t 
supposed to happen, ‘that hurts!’

I grab Orlando’s arms and pull his hands away before he can feel anything 
and think that I’m a perverted old man.  ‘Orlando – it’s okay.’  I squeeze 
his arms tighter as he reaches for my leg again.  ‘Orlando – stop it – I’m 
okay.’  He looks at my face and all I can see are his eyes.  A veil falls over 
them as I watch.  His face reddens and he looks around at the other guys.  
The next thing I realize is that he’s gone.

The second-to-last thing I thought of before I went to sleep last night was 
the feeling I had when he touched me.  I had thought that being touched by 
another man would feel wrong, but it felt like it was the closest thing to 
right I had ever experienced.  The last thing I remember was the look of 
anger on his face just before he left the pub.

Looking back on it now, the only thing I can figure is that he felt me 
harden and it disgusted him.  Maybe I’ll lay low for a few days.  Maybe 
he’ll forget about what happened.


*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

Viggo’s been ignoring me for the better part of a week since the incident 
at the pub.  I know that he thinks that I’m foolish and he probably thinks I 
was just trying to feel him up when I was trying to help him.  The thought 
had never crossed my mind…before then.

After I left the pub, I walked awhile before I went home.  Thinking about 
touching him again was doing weird things to my senses.  Every time I 
turned my head, I caught a whiff of his smell as I leaned against him in the 
pub.  The rub of my shirt against my back reminded me of the feel of him 
pushing against me.  The texture of jeans over hard muscle still lingered 
on my fingertips.  
What am I feeling?  Better yet, why am I feeling it for him?  It’s obvious 
he doesn’t want me.  

Now, in the dim light of dawn, I head toward our trailer.  The trailer I 
share with Sean and Viggo.  Viggo – the first man that I’ve ever had these 
feelings for.  I don’t know how I’m going to face him.  It’s been awkward 
the past couple of days.

I enter the trailer, relieved to see I’m the first one here, and head over to 
the costume rack.  Taking my jeans off, I slip into my leggings and pull 
my boots on.  As I pull my t-shirt over my head, I hear the door open.  
Pulling my shirt the rest of the way off, I notice Viggo standing in the 
doorway.  He looks at me silently, his eyes raking down my body.

‘God Orlando – I’m sorry.’ He sighs as he walks closer.  I don’t 
understand what he’s talking about until he gently grabs my hand and 
turns it palm up.  His fingertips trace around the edge of a thumb-shaped 
bruise on my forearm.  He drops the first hand and pulls the other up to 
inspect the arm, where an identical bruise rests.  Funny…I hadn’t even 
noticed them.

His eyes sweep up to meet mine and he looks at me as he slowly raises my 
arm.  I jump at the feel of soft lips and soft whiskers rasping against the 
sensitive skin of my wrist.   His eyes hold mine as his tongue traces the 
shape of the bruise.  My breath hitches at the sensation and I close my 
eyes so I can concentrate on the feeling.

The door opens again and my eyes open as my hand is dropped and Sean 
enters the trailer to become Boromir.  When I dare to look at Viggo again, 
he’s at his table taping a few more photographs to his growing collage on 
the mirror.  His eyes meet mine briefly in the mirror, but he quickly goes 
back to his work.  I don’t know what magic spell he wove on me, but I 
know now that I’d do anything to be with him.  I want to be his lover.  I 
guess it’s time to find out what ‘anything’ entails.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

I felt so guilty when I saw the bruises I had left on Orlando’s arms.  He 
didn’t deserve to be hurt just because I was a little embarrassed.  I’m 
beginning to wonder, would it have been so bad if he knows I’m attracted 
to him?  The worst he can do is reject me.

Suddenly I’m standing in front of him caressing his bruises.  His skin is so 
warm and soft and smooth.  I know I have to taste it.  I raise his wrist to 
my mouth.  I kiss it lightly before tracing his bruise with my tongue.  Up 
until now his eyes have been locked with mine, but now the lids flutter 
shut, hiding the brown intensity of his stare.  I drop his hand as the door 
opens and hurry over to my mirror where I spend some time working on 
my collage.  As my eyes meet his in the reflection one last time, I make up 
my mind.  I want him.

Since I’ve never been with another man before, I decide I need some 
information.  I head to Ian’s trailer to see him, but he’s already on set.  As 
I spot him, I see Orlando walking away looking slightly shocked.

‘What’s wrong with Orlando?’  I ask as I sit on a rock nearby.

‘The boy just had a few questions and I’m afraid his brain is on overload 
at the moment.’ Ian chuckled as he sat in the sun with his head tilted back 
and his eyes closed.  He smiled, whether at the memory of his 
conversation with Orlando, or with the sheer joy of such a beautiful day, 
I’ll never know.

‘What can I do for you Viggo?  I assume this is no social call…’ he asked 
me in a knowing voice.

‘I need some advice…’ and so my lesson on same-sex relations was 
underway.

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

When I decided to find out what anything would entail, I was a little naïve.  
I knew that gay sex would literally ‘in-tail’ a whole new experience for 
me, but I had no idea how much I needed to know.  I’m prepared now 
though.  Now if I can just get Viggo alone.

I know that I come across to everyone as a sex-crazed lunatic, and I am 
when it comes to thinking about Viggo, but I really would like a 
relationship.  That’s what’s missing in my life right now.  Don’t 
misinterpret me though…I am looking forward to the sex.  I can only 
imagine what an older, world-wise, experienced man like Viggo can show 
me.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

If Orlando had asked Ian the same thing I did, I can understand why he 
would look so shocked.  There’s a whole lot to know about gay sex.  I 
mean, I had the general idea of what goes where, but then there’s all of 
these other terms, like gag reflex, guardian muscle and prostate that I 
know what they are, but they’re used in sex?

Ian said there would be pain also.  Can I hurt Orli when I’m falling in love 
– whoa – wait a second there – how was I going to finish that sentence?  
Am I in love with him?

Orlando walks by with the Hobbits, and oh yeah, I think I do love him.  
How can you not love a kind, generous, open man that just happens to be 
sex on legs?

Catching up with them I call, ‘Orlando – wait up a minute.’

He tells the Hobbits he’ll catch up with them and he stops to wait for me.

‘I’m really sorry about your arms…’

‘Don’t worry about them Vig.  I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it 
out.  It’s not like they haven’t been bruised before.  I mean – archery 
practice can be agonizing if you forget your arm brace.  I forgot mine…’

I hated to interrupt him, but I had to get this out now or I never would.  
‘Could you come over later for dinner?’

Note to self:  Shock is an effective tactic for shutting up a babbling 
Orlando.  He sputters around for a moment or two before answering.  
‘Sure.  What time should I be there?’

‘Around eight okay for you?’

‘Yeah – that’s great.  I’ll see you then.’

‘See you then.’

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

Viggo just asked me over for dinner tonight.  I was babbling on about 
some inane subject and trying to figure out how to approach the subject 
myself when he asked.

I must’ve looked like a fish as I stood there gaping at him.

Dinner tonight – at eight.  Ready or not…here I come.

Tbc




Part 2

Viggo’s POV

I watch silently as Orlando disembarks from his horse.  As Legolas, he’s 
looking around Rivendell with wonder-filled blue eyes.  I wonder if I can 
coax the same expression from brown eyes later tonight at dinner.  As 
Peter calls a halt to filming for lunch, I head toward the lunch tent for 
some food.  Waiting in line, I see Orlando slip out of the other side of the 
tent alone.  I grab an apple and a drink and decide to follow him.

Walking out of the tent, I look around, searching for a trace of where he’s 
gone.  Up ahead several feet, blond hair flashes in the sun at the edge of 
the trees.  I quietly follow the elf.

We walk deeper into the forest for several minutes before he finally stops 
and sits down on a fallen log.  I watch from a few feet away as he begins 
to peel a banana, looking at it skeptically before taking a bite out of it.  He 
takes a swig of milk as I walk toward him, intentionally making enough 
noise to alert him to my presence.

Gold hair flies as he swings his head around to see who has disturbed him.  
‘Oh, Viggo.  It’s you.’

‘Yep, it’s me.  Got milk?’

‘Duh – It’s right here in my hand.’ He looks at me like I’m crazy.  I can’t 
help but chuckle at him as I reach my hand up to trace my finger across his 
upper lip.  He breathes in sharply as I pull my hand back.

‘You had a milk mustache, Orli.  You looked like you should be in a milk 
ad.  I can picture it now..’ I say as I hold my hands out like I’m framing a 
scene, ‘Milk – a good source of vitamins for smooth skin and healthy 
hair…Who needs Pantene?’

I’m still laughing at his expression when he plants one hand firmly on my 
breastbone and pushes me back a little bit.  ‘I can’t help it because I’m 
beautiful.  You should be so lucky, filthy human.’

I place my hand over his as he gives me the slight push.  I don’t let him 
pull it away as he makes his remark.  ‘I am lucky Orli.’

Our flirting has suddenly turned serious and I’m standing here holding his 
hand, wondering what to do next.  I have an overwhelming urge to pull 
him closer and kiss him, but I’m not sure if I should.  Maybe we should 
talk about this before anything happens between us.  Maybe…

God his lips are soft.  I didn’t think a man’s lips could be so soft.

‘GUYS – everyone needed on set!’  Elijah bellows from the edge of the 
woods.

I jerk my head away from Orlando’s and he’s staring at me with wide 
eyes.  ‘Viggo – why did you just kiss me?’

Hell fire.  I did kiss him, didn’t I?  ‘We’ll talk about it later.’ I try to buy 
some time.  ‘Let’s get back on set.’  I turn and leave him standing in the 
woods.

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

What just happened?  I was minding my own business, trekking through 
the forest to find a quiet place to sit and think about what Ian had told me 
earlier.  Sitting on a fallen log, I peeled my banana when it occurred to me 
how phallic a banana is.  Could I ever actually do that to a guy?  I thought 
about trying it on the banana, but I settled for taking a bite instead.  Boy, 
am I glad I didn’t try to deep throat the banana, because Viggo comes 
walking up next to me as I take a drink of my milk.

Viggo asks me some crazy question about whether I’ve got milk or not, 
and I’m wondering about his vision because I’ve got a bottle in my hand 
right in front of him.  He then reaches toward me and runs his fingers 
across my upper lip.  Bloody hell!  What was that?  A bolt of electricity 
shoots through me and I stand there dazed as he rambles on about healthy 
hair.  I recover just in time to give him a push and make a smartass 
comment about him being a filthy human.

But when I push him, he grabs my hand against his chest and doesn’t let 
go.  I can feel his heartbeat under my palm as he looks at me before 
lowering his head to my lips and kissing me.  It’s just a mere brush of lips, 
but the sensations it causes fry my brain.

Next thing I know, Elijah is hollering at us to get back on set.  Wanker.

‘Viggo – why did you kiss me?’  I need to know if he felt what I felt.

Viggo’s wearing a stunned look as he lets go of me.  ‘We’ll talk about it 
later.  Let’s get back to the set.’ And poof…he’s gone, leaving me 
standing here alone, wondering what just happened.

*-*-*

I haven’t had any more personal contact with Viggo today.  It’s just past 
seven-thirty and I’m scrubbing at my ears trying to get the last stubborn 
bits of glue out of them before heading over to his house.  I’m so nervous I 
can’t stand it, and when I get nervous, my ears get red.  At least I’ll have 
an excuse for them being red all night tonight.  I finally get the last bit of 
glue out and run a comb through my hair one last time before heading out 
the door. 

It’s still ten minutes ‘til eight when I pull up in Viggo’s drive.  I walk up 
to the front door and stand there debating whether to ring the bell or just 
turn tail and run back to the safety of my apartment.  Ian’s instructions and 
advice keep running through my head, making me even more nervous.  I 
concentrate on Ian’s last piece of advice as I knock on the door.  He had 
tracked me down before leaving the set this evening.  He smiled at me and 
told me to ‘Just be yourself, Orlando.  Everything will work out for the 
best in the long run.’

I’m standing here on Viggo’s front step, waiting for him to answer the 
door.  A minute or two passes and I’d think he wasn’t home if I couldn’t 
see the lights on through the front windows.  I knock once more and the 
door opens immediately, a wet-haired and barefoot Viggo standing there 
with a smile on his face.  ‘Come on in Orlando.  Sorry I kept you waiting.  
I just got out of the shower.  I’ve been cooking for the past hour and I 
think it’s ready, if you are.  Let’s go on into the kitchen.’

Well, fuck me.  Viggo Mortensen is actually babbling.  He turns and I 
follow him into the kitchen with a slight grin on my face.  If I didn’t know 
better, I’d think that Viggo was as nervous as I am.  Whatever’s going on, 
his nervousness helps to ease mine and before long we’re sitting at his 
table, supper finished and sharing the last of the wine.

‘The pasta was great Viggo.  It’s my favorite meal.’  It really was good.

‘I know.  I asked around and found out.’  How sweet.  Why is he going to 
all of this trouble for me?

‘Let’s go into the den.’ Viggo rises and beckons for me to follow him.

We walk into a comfortable room that is lit softly by lamps throughout the 
room.  The dark green sofa is facing a humongous fireplace in which there 
is a small fire crackling.  There’s a Southwestern print rug on the floor in 
front of the sofa, and a few cushions tossed around nearby.

He leads me to the couch and we both sit down.  We sit in silence for 
several minutes before I ask nervously, ‘Viggo – about that kiss today – 
what does it mean?’

He sits there for several moments and I’m afraid that he chose to ignore 
my question.  ‘I don’t know what it means Orlando.’ His husky voice is 
almost a whisper.  ‘I don’t know what any of this means.  I’ve never 
experienced this before.  I feel so stupid…’

‘Viggo – what do you mean that you’ve never experienced this before?’  I 
look at him disbelievingly.  What happened to experienced, world-wise 
Viggo?

‘I’ve never had a relationship with a man before. That’s what I mean.’  His 
head is hanging low and he’s looking like someone just told him his 
favorite dog died.  

Huh…Viggo’s a virgin.  Well, not technically, but still.  So am I.  Maybe I 
should tell him.  I reach over to him and grasp his chin.  I raise his face 
until our eyes meet.  ‘I’ve never done this before either Viggo, but I want 
to learn with you.’

*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

He wants to learn with me.  He wants to learn with me.  He wants to learn 
with me.  The phrase keeps repeating itself in my head until once again 
our lips meet.  He has initiated the kiss this time however, and it’s a far cry 
from the slight brushing of lips we shared earlier today.

His lips are still soft, but the power behind them is fierce and passionate.  
His lips move against mine as he moves closer to me.  His tongue slides 
over my lower lip and I groan, allowing him access to my mouth.

He’s taken complete control as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth.  I 
wake up from my state of passiveness and our tongues begin to duel for 
dominance.  The wet muscles slide together as he pulls me even closer to 
him.  His mouth is so sweet.  He is so sweet – and yet wickedly sexy.

We had been sitting side by side on the sofa up to this point, but I need to 
be closer to him.  I move to my knees on the floor.  I’m kneeling between 
his spread legs as we kiss again and again, breaking only when our bodies 
demand oxygen.

He pulls away, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling 
slightly.  A jolt shoots from the point of contact straight to my cock, which 
has been semi-hard ever since our encounter in the woods today at lunch.  
I groan again and grabbing his behind, pull him closer to me.

The jolt that shot from my lips to my cock is a memory.  Now a full 
current of electricity races through my body from my head, along my 
chest, and to my groin, which is pressed tightly against Orlando.  I pull 
him even closer and grind my hips against his, wishing I could feel skin 
against skin as I hear him whimpering. ‘Oh god Viggo – oh Viggo.’

His hands are working at the buttons on my shirt, but he’s fumbling more 
than he succeeds.  Growing frustrated, I grab the edges of my shirt and 
yank them apart, sending the remainder of the buttons flying across the 
room.  He’s trying to push the mangled shirt off my shoulders as I pull his 
t-shirt over his head.  Finally our chests meet and we both moan as the feel 
of skin on skin becomes overwhelming.

He’s nipping at my neck and pulling me closer to his body.  I can feel the 
bulge of his cock through his pants as he moves against me.  ‘Orlando.’  I 
whisper his name reverently as I run my fingers from his shoulders down 
over his chest.  He arches toward me and sighs as I swirl my fingertip 
around a taut nipple.  I pinch it lightly and he whimpers again.  The 
sounds he makes are so sexy.  I continue to caress him, tracing my hands 
from his nipples down over his ribs and around to his stomach.  I reach his 
waistband and begin to undo it as he licks a path from my collarbone 
down to a nipple.  

I almost lose it as he latches on to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth.  
His tongue works in spirals before his teeth nip me.  I gasp and look down 
at him only to see those dark eyes shimmering dangerously at me as he 
looks up at me.

Gathering what concentration I can, I finish undoing his jeans and slip my 
hand inside.  I wrap my hand around the satiny hardness of his cock.  I 
stroke it lightly from base to tip, absent –mindedly discovering the length 
and breadth of his sex.  He grunts and begins to thrust against my hand as 
I caress him.  I’ve done this to myself countless times, but it’s never as 
sexy as this.  I almost feel like I will come just by caressing him, like he’s 
an extension of myself.  I can feel the wetness of his excitement and I push 
him back so he’s lying back on the sofa.  

I lean over and nibble at his nipple, listening to the gorgeous sounds he 
makes as I work to please him.  Before long, my tongue finds a pathway 
down to his navel, where I make a short stop to worship the sun.  
Orlando’s hands are twined in my hair and he’s trying to lightly push me 
lower.  I know what he wants me to do.  I’ve never done it before, but I’m 
willing to try it.  I want to learn with him.

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

Motherfuck!  What a sensation!  I feel like I’m going to die as Viggo’s 
hands run up and down the length of my cock.  He sure knows some sweet 
tricks.

Now he’s pushed me back against the sofa and I lie there in a daze, 
whimpering like crazy as he licks and sucks my nipples and makes a path 
toward my navel.  I can feel his tongue tracing around the tattoo on my 
abdomen and I lace my fingers through his hair and try to get more contact 
with him.

I buck my hips wildly at the first swipe of his tongue across the head of 
my cock.  He uses his forearms to hold my hips still as he runs his tongue 
along the vein on the underside of my cock.  I can feel myself swell even 
harder as he wraps one hand around the base of my cock while caressing 
my stomach with his other hand.  He smears precome around the sensitive 
tip before dipping his head to lick it off again.  As I look down at him, not 
really believing what he’s doing, he takes my cock into his mouth as deep 
as he can.

His mouth is hot and wet around me and the suction is incredible.  He 
pulls his mouth back up my length, tongue swirling the whole time.  I find 
it hard to believe that he hasn’t done this before.  It feels too fucking good.  
He looks up at me and our eyes meet as I watch my cock disappearing into 
his mouth.  The hand that was on my stomach slides down and under my 
cock to cradle my balls.  I can feel them tightening and know that I’m 
close.  ‘Viggo – I’m gonna come…’  I didn’t think he’d appreciate a shot 
of Orlando at this point in our relationship, but I must be wrong because 
he half-smiles around me and swirls his tongue around the tip of my cock 
one last time before taking it as far into his mouth as he can and sucking 
strongly.  I’m lost.  My whole body lets go and I come hard into his 
mouth.  I can feel him swallowing around me as my body continues to 
pump out my release.  I finally relax into the sofa and feel him gently 
licking me clean.  He pulls off of me with a soft pop and looks up at me 
with a smile.

God – he’s never looked sexier than he does at this moment.  I’ve got to 
do something about it.

*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

Whoa.  That was sexier than I ever thought it would be.  I can’t imagine 
why some people make such a fuss over the whole ‘spit or swallow’ thing.  
If it’s Orlando, I’ll swallow any day.  I wonder if Orlando would believe 
me if I told him I had practiced doing this on a Popsicle earlier tonight?  

I’m right in the middle of savoring his taste when he suddenly knocks me 
on my back on the rug.  He’s straddling me and he leans down to bless me 
with another of his soul-sucking kisses.  I’ve really got to learn how he 
does that.  His hands are working furiously at the buttons of my jeans and 
he’s pushing them apart and reaching inside my boxers to grab my cock.

My hips jerk up off of the floor as his slender hand wraps around my 
length.  ‘Viggo – so sexy – so hot…’ He’s whispering against my mouth 
as his hand begins to work on me.  His fingers dance slowly up and down 
before stopping to squeeze lightly occasionally.

I whimper – whimper I tell you (that’s a first, but apparently tonight is a 
night of firsts)- as he lets go of my body and stands up.  I raise myself up 
on my elbows ready to complain when I notice that he’s stripping his 
shoes, socks and jeans off.  Doesn’t the boy wear underwear?  I guess not.  
My wondering is brought to a halt as he kneels next to me and peels my 
jeans and boxers off.  He once again straddles me and I gasp as our cocks 
make contact.

His youth shows as he is hard once again.  He wraps his hand around both 
of our cocks and closes his eyes as he begins to properly wank us.  We’re 
both trying to thrust into his hands and he’s almost riding me when he 
stops.  I open my eyes and look at him questioningly.

‘I want you inside of me Viggo.’  He blushes sweetly as he looks at me 
pleadingly.

‘Orlando, there’s nothing I want more, but I don’t have anything to help us 
out.’ I pant as I try to get my breathing back to normal.

He reaches over to his jeans and pulls out a tube of lube.  ‘Where did you 
get that?’ I laugh at him.

Blushing again, ‘Ian gave it to me..’ he whispers.

I look into his beautiful brown eyes.  ‘Are you absolutely, positively sure 
that you want this?’

‘More than I’ve ever wanted anything.’ He leans down to kiss me again.  
We quickly get back into the swing of things as his hands drift from my 
shoulders down to my waist as he rolls over onto his back, pulling me over 
onto him.

We’re both hard and dripping as he hands me the lube.  I try to remember 
everything that Ian told me as I spread lube onto my fingers.  He grabs a 
cushion and places it under his hips as I trace patterns on his thigh 
lovingly.  He finally settles back and opens his legs, looking at me with 
trust in his eyes.

‘I want you Viggo.  Claim me.  Make me yours.’  Those dark eyes glint in 
the soft light of the room.  I spread his cheeks apart and trace a slick finger 
around the opening I find hidden there.  ‘Slow and easy’ that’s what Ian 
had told me.  Looking up at Orlando, I see that his eyes are closed and 
he’s lightly biting his lip.  He’s nervous.  I can see it in his actions, I can 
feel it in the tenseness of his muscles.

I push gently but steadily against the muscle that guards the entrance to his 
body and it gives slightly, letting the tip of my finger slip in.  He gasps.  
‘Orli, baby, are you okay?’

‘It just feels a little weird.’  I push my finger slowly in and I can feel his 
muscles tense even more.  His teeth are clenched, in pain or nervousness, 
I’m not sure.  I wrap my free hand around his softening cock and begin to 
stroke it.  He begins to get hard again and as I feel his muscles relax, I slip 
a second finger in.  He gasps again and I continue to stroke him.

‘More Viggo – more…’  I slip a third finger in and begin to search for the 
spot that Ian told me about.  Curling my fingers, I feel a nub and I know I 
found it when his eyes shoot open and he begins to push himself down on 
my fingers.  ‘Fuck Viggo – feels so good – more – want you…’ He’s 
panting incoherently and I continue to work him for a few moments more.

He whimpers when I remove my hands from his body, but I reassure him 
by caressing his thigh as I spread lube on my cock.  I move closer to him 
and place the tip at his entrance.  I press against him, feeling the resistance 
as I lean down to kiss him, stroking his cock.  Suddenly, there’s give and I 
slip in a little.  I begin to push in and he grunts, screwing his face up in 
pain.  I stop, not wanting to hurt him, but feeling like I’m about to burst.

When he realizes I’ve stopped, I hear him whisper ‘Ian says it’s worth the 
pain.’ And wrapping his legs around my waist, he pushes himself down on 
me until I’m completely in him.

‘Just wait – a minute.’ My heart breaks at the pain I see on his face, but 
then his eyes open and the dark depths of them contain a smoldering 
flame.  He pushes himself against me and then pulls back slightly.  ‘Move 
Viggo.’

Still not wanting to hurt him, my thrusts are slow and shallow.  ‘Harder.’ I 
push deeper into his body, still slowly stroking him.  I grab his hips and 
lift him a little, changing the angle.  I can feel my cock brush against 
something and he cries out as his body bucks.

I continue the slow slide of my thrusts, aiming at that spot that makes him 
react so strongly.  He’s constantly crying out and pushing against me.  His 
back arches up off of the floor and his hands slide on my sweat-slick back 
as he tries to urge me on. ‘Faster – faster…’ he pants.

My control is slipping and I’m more than happy to accommodate him as I 
begin to move faster and harder inside him.  His cries have changed to a 
keening wail as I rub over and over his prostate.  He reaches between us to 
grasp his cock, but I grab his hand, stopping him before he can.  ‘Just let 
go Orli – come for me – open your eyes and let me watch you come…’

At the sound of my voice, he opens his eyes.  I continue to thrust into him 
as his eyes widen and I can feel his muscles begin to clench down on me.  
Hot stickiness floods our stomachs as his body ripples around my cock.  A 
couple more thrusts and I explode into his velvet heat.

I collapse on top of him as his body milks every last drop of come from 
my orgasm.  Our foreheads touch and he lifts his face to place a small kiss 
on my lips.  ‘Wow.’

‘Yeah.’  Wanted:  coherency and words.

‘That was…’

‘Yeah.’

As his lips find mine again, I wonder – who needs words anyway?

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

For a second there I was worried.  I think Viggo wondered why I was 
carrying lube around in my pocket, but Ian had insisted I be prepared.  I 
still don’t think I quite grasped the complete concept of it all.

I am worried now though.  I’m lying here under Viggo, he’s got one finger 
up my arse and my body is so tense I can’t move.  I know that relaxing 
would make it easier, and I try to, but it don’t work.  He begins to stroke 
my cock again and I relax enough for him to slip a second finger in.  Soon 
he’s got me so worked up I don’t think I’d notice anything up my arse, but 
he slips a third finger in and finds the spot Ian told me about.  Man – did 
he ever find it.  It feels incredible.

I can only imagine how I look, screwing myself down on Viggo’s fingers 
and begging him to fuck me, but suddenly he’s pushing against me and 
kissing me and there’s too much pain to think.  I know my face is screwed 
up and I must look like I’m hating this.  I remember what Ian says about 
the pain being worth it, so I wrap my legs around Viggo’s waist and push 
myself down onto him.

Fuck!  This hurts so much!  I ask him to be still for a minute and finally I 
move against him, showing him I’m ready.  He’s nervous about hurting 
me though.  I can tell.  His movements are slow and shallow.  He raises 
my hips and his next thrust hits that spot and soon I’m rocking against him 
marveling at what a screamer I’ve turned out to be.  Now he’s rubbing 
constantly on that spot and I need to come so bad.  I try to reach down to 
wank, but he won’t let me.

‘Just let go Orli – come for me – open your eyes and let me watch you 
come…’

I look into his eyes, and the combination of all I’m feeling, his rough 
voice, and those passion clouded eyes are enough for me.  I fall apart in 
his arms, and he’s there to put me back together when it’s over.
We lie there on the rug in his den, cuddling and kissing.  ‘Viggo – if I had 
known it would be like this with us, I’d have been hitting on you as soon 
as you got here.’ I tell him honestly.

‘It was pretty good wasn’t it?’  He’s lying against my side with his head 
on my shoulder.  When he talks, I can feel his breath on my nipples, and 
believe it or not – I feel kind of turned on again.

He chuckles as he sees my cock twitch.  ‘I suppose you’ll want to be on 
top next time – right?’

tbc


Part 3

Orlando’s POV

Even though we’ve been together now for almost two weeks, that first 
night is the only night we’ve actually been together.  Things have been too 
hectic around the set to ever find any time to be alone, and we’ve both 
decided that we want to keep this between us for now.  This is a new 
experience for the both of us, and until we’re sure that it’s going to last, 
we’re not telling anyone.

In another two weeks, we’ll be going on location to begin filming Helm’s 
Deep.  I’m actually looking forward to it because it means nine weeks 
without the Hobbits and their prying eyes and enquiring minds.  It means 
nine weeks spent with Viggo.  We’ve already decided to stay in the same 
trailer together.  Peter was going to pair everyone up anyway, and we’ve 
managed to get him to put us into the same trailer for the sake of 
‘character development’.

I stand across the set from Viggo, watching as he and Sean film Boromir’s 
death scene.  The scene is breathtakingly heart breaking.  I feel slightly 
jealous watching Viggo lay over Sean as they film.  At my cue, I run into 
the scene and halt, managing to look stricken at the death of Gondor’s son.  
In reality, I’m gritting my teeth.  I know that Viggo and I have somewhat 
of a relationship, but I also know that I was his first.  What if he decides 
that he wants to see what it’s like with someone else?

Peter calls a stop to filming for the day, and Viggo stands, helping Sean to 
stand also.  When he makes it to his feet, Sean pulls Viggo into a tight 
hug.  My heart begins to pound as I watch Viggo hesitate for a moment 
before wrapping his arms around Sean and hugging him just as tightly.  
The pounding in my chest has escalated to a dull roar in my ears as I can 
tell that there is some kind of conversation taking place between the two 
of them and Viggo pulls back before laughing and slapping Sean on the 
shoulder.  Sean just gives Viggo a huge smile and winks at him.

I’ve seen enough.  I turn and head to the trailer as fast as possible.  Once 
I’m safely inside, I remove my costume as carefully as I can, slip on my 
clothes and leave the trailer.  I can hear Viggo and Sean coming toward 
the trailer, still talking and laughing.  I hurry in the opposite direction and 
make it into the makeup trailer just as Sean and Viggo come around the 
corner.

I scrub my face as an assistant takes my ears and wig off.  I want to get out 
of here as quickly as possible.  I want to go home and go to bed and 
escape from the doubt I feel because of what I just witnessed.  I want to 
escape from the pain of losing Viggo.

I’m finally ready to go, so I leave the trailer and head toward the spot 
where I parked my car.  As I slide into the seat, I hear a faint ‘Orlando’, 
but I act like I didn’t hear anything and pull out, turning in the opposite 
direction of my apartment so no one will follow me.  I need to be alone 
now.

Dusk is falling as I drive the long way around to my apartment.  Before 
I’m halfway home, the tears are falling too.
*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

Today has been a wonderful day.  Then again, every day since Orlando 
and I had dinner has been wonderful.  True, we’ve not had any more time 
alone since then, but there have been secretive glances and smiles 
swapped across the set whenever possible.  It’s simply knowing what there 
is between us that makes things wonderful.

We filmed a big scene today – the death of Boromir.  I ended up lying 
over top of Sean for most of the day as take after take was filmed.  I was 
so into the moment of Boromir’s death that it was no task to cry.  I can’t 
wait to see the dailies, to see the reaction shots of the remaining 
fellowship.  I can’t wait to see Orlando’s reaction.  He always looks so 
cool and detached as Legolas that it will be a relief to see some emotion 
on his blond counterpart.

As Peter calls a halt to filming, I rise from the ground and offer a hand up 
to Sean.  The emotions of the scene have got to him too and he pulls me 
close and hugs me, telling me what a good friend I have been to him.  I 
waver a moment before wrapping my arms around him and thanking him 
for being a friend to me.  As he gives me one last squeeze, he says, ‘Go 
find your elf, Viggo.’  I look at him questioningly until I see the look in 
his eyes.  He knows.  I laugh before slapping him hard on the shoulder.  
He smiles back and winks at me.

When we leave the set, Orlando is nowhere to be found so we walk to the 
trailer together.

‘How did you know?’ I’m curious what gave us away.

‘It’s pretty obvious in my opinion.  Plus, it doesn’t hurt that I walked into 
the trailer one day and you were kissing his wrist.’  I have to agree with 
him.  We have been pretty obvious.  Maybe we need to be a little more 
discreet and distanced when we’re in public.  ‘How long has this been 
going on, Viggo?’

‘Since that day.  We’ve not had any chance to be alone since then though.  
I was hoping to go see him tonight.  Maybe I can catch him before he 
leaves today.’  We walk around the corner of the trailer and I could have 
sworn that I saw a flash of blond hair flying through the makeup trailer 
door.

Half an hour later, I head to the parking area in time to see Orlando sliding 
behind the wheel of his car.  I call for him, but he doesn’t hear me.  He 
pulls out of the lot and heads toward town.  I have no idea where he’s 
going, but I figure I’ll just head on home and try to call him later to see if I 
can go over.

-- 2 hours later --

I’ve tried calling Orlando several times, but his phone is busy.  He must 
really be chatting with someone to stay on the phone so long.

I try his phone over and over for the next two hours.  It stays busy.

I give up at eleven o’clock and go to bed.  I haven’t spoken with Orlando 
at all today and I miss him.  I finally fall asleep, wishing I could have just 
heard his voice before sleep claimed me.

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

I walk through my front door, taking my phone off of the hook as I go 
past.  I go into the bathroom where I take care of business before heading 
straight to bed.  I cringe at the sight of my tear-streaked face as I pass the 
mirror.

I lie down in bed and curl into a ball.  I will not let him hurt me.  I will not 
let him hurt me.  I will not let him hurt me.

The voice repeats in my head as I fall into a fitful sleep.

- The Next Morning -

The alarm clock wakes me at five o’clock and I pull myself out of bed.  
Although I made it into bed much earlier than usual, I still feel exhausted.  
Rubbing the grit out of my eyes, I head toward the shower.

As the hot water pounds over my tired shoulders, I can almost forget why 
I feel the way I do.  Maybe things will be better today.  Walking past the 
phone on my way out, I place it back in the cradle.  

Time to head to work.

I make it to the set early again, but Sean and Viggo have already made it 
there.  I walk into the trailer to find them sitting on the couch drinking 
coffee.  Together.  Uhh.

‘Good morning sunshine.’  Sean smiles at me as I walk through the door.

‘Yeah.  Right.  Morning.’  I don’t try to act all chipper.  I don’t feel like it.

‘Who were you on the phone with so long last night?’ Viggo’s asking as 
he rises to come meet me.  He raises his hand to rest on my shoulder, but I 
move away from him to get my costume and go into the changing area to 
get dressed.

‘Nobody.  I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone last night, so I took the 
phone off of the hook and went to bed as soon as I got home.’ I call 
through the door as I dress.  Finishing, I walk out to the main area again.  
Viggo’s standing where he was when I left.

‘I tried to call…’ he starts, but I don’t give him the opportunity to finish.

‘Sorry.’ And with that, I leave the trailer and make my way to makeup.  
God only knows what a job they have cut out for them this morning.

*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

I was sitting on the couch in the trailer sharing a cup of coffee with Sean 
when Orlando came in this morning.  He looked terrible.  He must have 
been on the phone all night to look this tired.

Sean chirped, ‘Good morning sunshine.’ But Orlando only grunted an 
answer.  I asked him who he had been talking to and tried to get him to 
stop for a moment as he grabbed his costume.  He shrugged my hand off 
of his shoulder before walking into the changing room.  That’s odd.  This 
is the first time he’s used the changing room since the shoot started.  He 
usually just strips down and changes in front of everyone.

I hear his voice through the door.  ‘I took the phone off of the hook.  I 
went to bed as soon as I got home.’  He must not have slept well then.

As he walks out of the changing area, I approach him.  ‘I tried to call…’ 
But he mutters ‘sorry’ and is out the door before I can say anything else.

‘Huh.’ Sean states behind me.

‘Yeah. Huh.’ I don’t know what’s going on.

*-*-*
I’ve barely seen Orlando all day today.  The only words he has said to me 
since this morning are the ones that have been scripted for the scenes 
we’ve been filming.  There’s been no opportunity to talk to him since 
we’ve been filming the foot chase through Rohan scenes.  All of the 
scenes have been just Orlando, myself and either John or in some cases, 
his double, Brett.

During lunch Orlando meandered off into the woods again by himself.  I 
meant to follow him, but as I was getting ready to leave the scene, Peter 
called me over to talk about changing some of the scripted lines for 
Aragorn.

At the end of the day, I was really looking forward to an evening spent 
with Orli.  We also had the next two days off.  Unfortunately, the Hobbits 
cornered Orlando before I could and I overheard him agree to go to a pub 
with them.  Walking a few feet behind the Hobbits and Orli, Sean asked 
me if I’d like to go get a drink later.  ‘Sure – why not?’  Maybe we’d go to 
the same pub as the rest of the guys.

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

He doesn’t want me.  I knew it.  I satisfied his curiosity and now he’s 
moving on to bigger and better things.  I walked in the forest today at 
lunch, hoping he’d try to talk to me, but he never made any effort to find 
me.  So, when the Hobbits suggested drinking at the pub, I agreed.  
Getting sloshed might be a great way to forget for a while.

As we all walked toward our cars, I heard Sean ask Viggo out for a drink.  
My spine stiffened as I heard Viggo accept.  So, I guess they’re going out 
now.  I was just a one-time fling for him.  To my horror, I can feel my 
eyes start to tear up.

Noticing my stiff posture and the shine in my eyes, Dom looked over at 
me.  ‘Are you okay Orli?’  I have never been so glad that I have contacts 
to blame the redness and wateriness of my eyes on.

‘Yeah.  Let’s hit the pub.’

*-*-*
We’ve been at the pub for over an hour now.  I’m well into my fourth beer 
and there’s a pleasant buzz in my head as I dance in the middle of the 
floor.

Lij is dancing nearby and I hear him say ‘There’s Viggo and Sean.’  I look 
over to the door where they are standing close together, looking the crowd 
over.  They see us on the floor and wave.

‘Fuck Viggo and Sean…’ I spit out before grabbing a girl and beginning 
to seriously dance.

I drink several more beers and dance with many more people, male and 
female, over the course of the next two hours.  By the time ten o’clock 
rolls around, I’m so drunk that I don’t know what’s going on.

I stagger back to the table that our group has gathered at and manage to sit 
down.  That’s a big accomplishment for me considering I’m starting to see 
double.  I order another beer, but Viggo waves the waiter away.  ‘You’ve 
had enough Orlando.’  I look at him and see a quite anger burning in his 
eyes.

‘Whassa matter Viggo?’ I’m slurring my words pretty badly by now.  
‘Canna bloke havvenny fun ennymoor?  You are.’  Why is he looking at 
me like that?  I think he regrets ever sleeping with me.  ‘You minnot want 
me fer your fun…but sumbunny else might.’  A hush falls over the table, 
but I don’t notice.  All I notice is the flash of anger in his eyes that grows 
brighter as he stands.  

‘As I said earlier, Orlando.  You have had quite enough.  You’re going 
home now.’  He pulls me out the door and to his car.  I can’t buckle my 
safety belt as starts the car, and he reaches over me to get it.  I smell his 
scent as he reaches past me.  God he smells so good.

‘Why dontcha want me anymore Viggg?’ I whisper as I inhale his unique 
scent.

He doesn’t answer, only straightens up in his seat and puts the car in gear, 
pulling out of the parking area.  I lean my head on the cool glass of the 
window before falling asleep.

*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

We finally figured out what pub the boys had went to and made it there in 
time for me to see Orlando grab some pretty young girl and begin dancing 
with her.  I have no clue why he’s been acting so odd lately.  Maybe he 
regrets what happened between us.

Over the next two hours, the Hobbits actually manage to go easy on the 
alcohol, but not Orli.  He’s drinking and dancing up a storm as he makes 
his way around the club.  He finally makes his way back to our table.  
Sitting down, he orders another beer, but I send the waiter away.  ‘You’ve 
had enough, Orlando.’

He looks at me with glazed eyes before starting to ask ridiculous slurred 
questions that most everyone can’t understand.  I am able to understand 
what he’s asking, but not why.  He finally manages to shock the whole 
table into silence when he states that even though I don’t want him, 
someone else might.

He’s definitely had enough.  I grab him roughly by the arms and take him 
out of the pub.  I sit him in the car and manage to get it started as he 
fumbles with his seatbelt.  I finally reach over him to help him buckle in.  
As I lean over him, I feel his warm breath against my neck.  ‘Why dontcha 
want me anymore, Viggg?’

I straighten up and shift the car in gear.  I puzzle over his comments before 
realizing I didn’t answer him.  ‘I do want you Orlando.  Only you.’  I look 
over at him to find that he’s already asleep.

Tbc



Part 4

Viggo’s POV

Getting Orlando from my car to my house is a chore.  Especially when 
he’s drunk, passed out and drooling.  Yes – drooling…all over the front of 
my shirt at the moment.  I’ve got him propped against me and I’m trying 
to find my house key so I can open the door.

As I reach forward to insert the key in the lock, I almost overbalance with 
Orlando, and he almost ends up face-first against the door.  Luckily, I 
catch him in time.  Damn, he’s a heavy sleeper.  I almost drop him against 
the door and all he does is snuffle and bury his face in my neck.  Great, 
now there’s drool on my neck.

I finally manage to half-carry half-drag him into the house.  I pull him into 
the bedroom and lay him on the bed.  Kneeling before him, I pull his shoes 
and socks off.  I rise and remove his shirt and jeans, tucking him into bed 
in his boxers.  I stand and watch as he settles into the softness of my bed 
and sighs.  His face is so innocent and trouble-free as he sleeps.

I walk into the kitchen, digging out some aspirin and pouring a glass of 
water before returning to the bedroom.  Placing the items on the 
nightstand, I head to the bathroom and get ready for sleep myself.  I notice 
that Orlando has turned onto his side as I move to the bed.  I crawl into 
bed and place a light kiss on his smooth shoulder before turning over and 
closing my eyes.

‘Good night, Orli.  I love you.’  I whisper as I snuggle deeper into the 
covers.

*-*-*

I wake up as the sun rises over the horizon.  Orlando is still sleeping 
peacefully beside me.  I lie there and watch him.  A thin beam of sun 
streams through the window and ends on the golden skin exposed where 
he has kicked his legs out from under the bed covers.  His skin is 
beautiful, smooth and olive and kissed by the sun.  Soft, dark hairs are 
sprinkled across the surface of his legs.  His body contrasts wonderfully 
with the crisp white of my bed sheets.

His curls are tousled and his chest moves up and down in the even cadence 
of sleep.  The sound of his breath is quite in the stillness of the room.  
Lying on his back, one arm is stretched above his head.  The other is bent 
at the elbow, his fingers curled and resting on his stomach.  I take in the 
sight of him.  Where he has a light dusting of hair on his arms and legs, his 
chest is smooth and hairless.  A faint trail of hair begins right below his 
navel and leads down, underneath the sheets, and his boxers under that.  
Half of his tattoo shows above the mess of the sheets that are wrapped 
around him.

Seeing him lying here like this confirms one thing:  this is where he 
belongs.  Come what may, I plan on keeping him here as long as I can.

The sun has made its way into the morning sky and I know that I need to 
get up and get moving.  As much as I’d love to spend the day in bed with 
Orlando, I have a painting to finish and there is still the small matter of a 
discussion with Orlando.  I make my way into the kitchen to begin 
breakfast.

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

Where am I?  What happened?  I’m lying in a warm, soft bed somewhere.  
My head is splitting and I feel like there are weights on my eyelids.  On 
top of all of that, my mouth feels like cotton and tastes like crap.  I 
must’ve drunk a lot last night.  Especially to not remember where I’m at or 
how I got here.  I hear the faint ring of a telephone in the distance.

Risking a worse headache, I finally manage to pry my eyes open enough 
to glance around.  Well, I was right about the warm soft bed.  I’m in 
someone’s bedroom, obviously not one of the Hobbits’, because I don’t 
recognize it.  I slowly rise to a sitting position and lean back against the 
headboard of the bed.  I glance around, trying to find a clue about where 
I’m at.

A paint splattered t-shirt draped over the back of a chair gives me the hint 
I need, and I realize that I must be at Viggo’s.  I still don’t remember what 
I’m doing here, but I must have made a fool of myself last night.  I 
probably ruined Viggo and Sean’s date at the pub.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and decide to sneak out as quietly 
as possible.  As I stand, a wave of dizziness washes over me and I 
immediately sit back down on the bed.  Glancing to my left, I see some 
aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand.  I swallow the pills and 
water thankfully.  Moving slowly to the bathroom, I relieve myself and 
wash my mouth out until the awful taste is gone.  I return to the bed where 
I lie back and try to diagnose how bad I feel.

Other than a headache and the horrid taste that was in my mouth, I’m no 
worse for wear.  I don’t feel sick to my stomach, which is a good thing.  I 
actually feel kind of hungry.

I hear Viggo talking and footsteps coming down the hallway toward the 
bedroom.  As he gets closer to the room I can hear his end of the 
conversation.  ‘Yeah – everything’s okay.  I’m sorry I had to leave so 
early.  We’ll do it again some other time…see you Sean.’

God my head is pounding.  My physical condition has suddenly 
deteriorated.  I’m lying here on Viggo’s bed dying while he’s making 
another date with Sean.  Did I mean nothing to him at all?

He finally walks through the doorway, a tray with food on it in his hands 
and a cordless phone pressed between his ear and shoulder.  ‘Goodbye.’  
He sets the food on the nightstand and straightens, shutting the phone off 
and laying it beside the tray.  ‘Good morning, Orlando. I made you some 
breakfast.’

I nervously begin to eat as he sits on the bed next to me.  My hungry 
stomach really enjoys the fruit, waffles and juice that he has brought me, 
but my confused mind is too busy to appreciate the fact.  

‘Viggo, I want to apologize for ruining your night last night.  I didn’t 
mean for you to have to take care of me.  I just wanted to have a good time 
at the pub.  I drank too…’ Oh god – I love the feel of his stubble against 
my face.  Whoa – why is he kissing me if he’s interested in Sean?

‘Viggo?’ I manage to ask as he draws back and smoothes my hair back off 
of my face.

‘Yeah baby?’  He’s calling me baby?  What’s going on here?

My mouth finally catches up with my brain.  ‘Viggo – what’s going on 
with us?’

He smiles at me and takes one of my hands into his.  ‘Whatever you want, 
Orlando.  If you want it to be friendship, we’ll be best friends.  If you want 
it to be more, well, then I’m open to that too.’

‘But – what about Sean?’  I can’t be in a relationship with Viggo if I can’t 
have him all to myself.

‘What about Sean?’  He looks slightly confused.

‘I saw you both on the set the other day, when you were filming Boromir’s 
death scene.  You looked pretty happy together.  And then I heard him ask 
you out for a drink yesterday. It’s okay if you want him.  I’ll step back and 
let you have him if that’s what you…’  My speech is stopped as Viggo 
leans toward me and kisses me softly again.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

I pull back from Orlando’s soft lips and open my mouth to explain.

‘Orlando, when you saw me and Sean together on set the other day, there 
was nothing going on.  Everyone’s emotions were running high and he 
hugged me and thanked me for being such a good friend.  He then 
proceeded to tell me to ‘go and find my elf’.  He knows about us Orlando.  
And he approves of us.’  I stop and wait for him to digest what I’ve said.  
‘When you heard me accept his invitation for drinks yesterday, that was 
because I heard you agree to go out for drinks with the Hobbits.  We came 
to the same pub you did so I could be with you.’

Orlando lowers his head.  I can see a faint blush on his cheeks.  He sniffles 
and I reach my hand out and lift his face until his eyes meet mine.  ‘I’m 
sorry I messed things up between us Viggo.  I’m such a fool.’  A single 
tear slips from the corner of his eye, down along the contours of his 
beautiful face, and to the corner of his mouth.

‘Orlando, you’ve not messed anything up.  Everything’s going to be fine.  
I love you.’  I kiss the corner of his mouth, where the tear still lingers.  I 
trace the faint trail of salt over his cheekbones and to the corner of his eye, 
where I place soft kisses on his closed lids.  

He pulls back from me.  ‘Do you mean it Vig? Do you love me?’  His 
need for reassurance is heartbreaking.

‘I really do love you Orlando.  More than I thought I could love anyone.’  
His mouth meets mine and the passion that is contained in his kiss takes 
my breath away.  His tongue runs along the seam of my mouth and I open 
to him, dueling with him as he kisses me.

Pushing me onto my back, he straddles me.  As he kneels above me, he 
raises his head, his eyes almost black with emotion.  ‘I love you too, 
Viggo.’

He once again lowers himself until he is lying flush against me.  His lips 
move from my lips, down the column of my throat, toward my collarbone, 
leaving butterfly kisses in their path.  His mouth latches onto my skin, his 
tongue swirling in the hollow at the base of my neck.  My cock begins to 
swell as he continues to lavish my throat with kisses.  I pull his lips up to 
meet mine and kiss him savagely.

He moans and I flip him over, settling between his legs on the bed.  My 
hands slide over his chest, caressing smooth skin and pinching pebbled 
nipples as he lies there gasping beneath me.  I trace my tongue over his 
chin, feeling the light stubble there and sliding down his neck, tasting the 
faint salty taste of his skin.  I kiss a nipple and suck it into my mouth as he 
groans louder.

My right hand slides from his side down around his hip and under his 
boxers to grasp at a smoothly rounded cheek I find there.  He gasps as my 
fingers graze the crevice of his bottom.  He presses himself to me and I 
can feel the heat and hardness of his cock through the denim of my jeans.  
His hands are tearing at my shirt and trying to pull me up to him.

He whimpers as I rise from the bed, but as I begin to remove my clothes, 
he straightens up on the bed and moves toward the middle.  Leaning back 
on a pillow, he gives me a seductive smile as he reaches down the front of 
his boxers.  He begins to stroke himself and I feel myself grow impossibly 
harder as I watch the movement of his hand underneath his boxers.  As I 
watch, his breath quickens and he begins to squirm a little.

I crawl onto the bed and reach over to stop his hand.  His eyes, which were 
closed in the bliss of his impending orgasm, shoot open and he whimpers.  
‘Viggo…need to come…’

I lean down to kiss him, pulling his boxers down over his hips.  His 
erection springs free and he groans again as my hands stroke his legs as I 
remove the boxers.  Nuzzling his ear, I whisper, ‘I want you to fuck me 
Orli.’

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

Oh man – oh man – reality check needed here.  Viggo just asked me to 
fuck him.  I’ve never done this before.  I’ve only had it done to me the one 
time with Viggo, and Ian’s advice to me has long since left my lust-addled 
brain.  Come on Orlando – get it together.  Your sexy lover just asked you 
to fuck him.  What are you waiting for?

‘Viggo?  Are you sure?’  I’m nervous as I lie there looking up at him, into 
those beautiful, stormy eyes.

‘Yeah baby – make love to me.’  He lies down beside me and pulls me 
into his arms.  ‘I want to feel you inside me this time.’  Well – if he insists.

I pull him close to me and kiss him, trying to make him understand what 
this means to me through a simple kiss.  The kiss quickly becomes so 
much more than simple.  I’m stroking the inside of his mouth as we kiss, 
our lips sliding and teeth scraping together.  As my tongue retreats back to 
the sanctuary of my mouth, his follows and plays some more.  The kiss 
disintegrates into short hurried kisses as he begins to rub against me.

We’re both gasping at the feel of our cocks sliding together.  At the feel of 
satin skin over tempered steel.  I lower my head and suck a nipple into my 
mouth.  I feel him groan against me as I scrape my teeth over the sensitive 
nub only to soothe the ache with my tongue.  

I’m not sure how to proceed from this point, but I try to remember what he 
did to me when we were together before.  My arms wrap around him, and 
I trace one hand down the length of his spine and into the crevice between 
his cheeks.  My middle finger brushes over his opening and he squirms 
closer to me.

I pull away from his kisses long enough to ask, ‘How do you want to do 
this?’

He looks at me with glazed eyes for a few seconds.  ‘Whichever way feels 
natural to you baby.’

Kissing him one last time, I move off of the bed and find my jeans.  I 
reach into my pocket to pull out the small tube of lube I’ve had there for 
the past two weeks, hoping this moment would happen.  I head back to the 
bed and settle behind him.

I slide one arm underneath him and spread my palm on his belly.  His 
breathing quickens as my fingers thread through the hairs there.  Pulling 
myself tight against him, I groan as my cock slides along the crease 
between his cheeks.  I wrap my arm around his waist and grasp his cock.  I 
begin to stroke him.  Long slow strokes from base to tip, stopping every 
other stroke to spread precome around the head of his cock.

‘Orlando – I need you now…’ He gasps and pushes back against me.  My 
cock twitches as he rubs against it.

Pulling my hand away from his erection, I spread some lube on my 
fingers.  I slide them between our bodies and into the crease of his bottom.  
He’s groaning steadily as I swirl my finger around his opening.  He 
presses against me again, and I slide a finger into him.

Oh – he’s so hot and tight and velvety.  I’ve never felt anything like this 
before and I can’t wait to actually be inside him.  I rub his belly with my 
free hand to reassure him as I search for that spot inside him.  Curling my 
finger, I finally find it and he pushes back against me again.  I rub the tip 
of my finger over and over that spot until he’s writhing against me.  I slip 
a second finger in and continue to caress him.  A third finger is added and 
he’s pushing against me so hard I think I’m about to fall off of the bed.  I 
can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the lower side of the palm I 
have splayed on his belly.

‘Damnit Orli – do it now.’ I pull my fingers from his body, nudging him 
closer to the other side of the bed.  I don’t want to fall off whilst in the 
throes of passion.  Squeezing some more lube into my hand, I grasp 
myself and spread it over the length of my erection.  

When I’m satisfied that there’s enough there that I won’t hurt Viggo, I 
place a hand between his legs.  I lift his upper leg up and pull it up toward 
his chest.  He holds it there and I move close behind him.  As I place the 
tip of my cock at his opening, I decide to make sure this is what he wants.  
‘Viggo, is this alright with you?’

‘Yes Orlando – I want this more than anything…’  I begin to press against 
him and there’s a little resistance until I finally slide into him.  I stop 
halfway and give him a few moments to adjust.  Soon his muscles have 
relaxed and I slide the rest of the way in.  The heat and pressure of him is 
so great that I have to stop and collect myself or it’ll be over with before it 
even starts.

I slide my leg over his lower leg and pull his upper leg down over mine.  
With our legs laced together like this, I can reach his erection.  I wrap my 
fingers around him and begin to move inside of him.  

My thrusts are long and slow and deep.  I stroke him at the same pace that 
I thrust into him.  Viggo is pushing against me as I push into him.  ‘Faster 
Orlando – faster…’  I obey.  My own body is demanding that I speed up.  
I suck on his shoulders and the nape of his neck as I slide into him and 
pull almost all of the way out.  In and out, faster, deeper.  The bliss is 
almost overwhelming me.  ‘Viggo – can you come with me?’

He twists his upper body until he looks into my eyes.  ‘I love you 
Orlando.’  I feel the muscles in his belly begin to clench and the trembling 
of his body starts a chain reaction.  His hot semen fills my hand as his 
body contracts around my cock.  I thrust erratically as my orgasm 
overtakes me and I fill him deep inside.

I don’t want to leave his body, so I lift my hand to my mouth and lick his 
come off of it.  He tastes so good.  I kiss his lips and share his taste with 
him.  ‘I love you too Viggo.’

We doze off, still connected – mentally – physically – and most 
importantly – emotionally.

tbc


Part 5

Viggo’s POV

I walk into the trailer I’ve been assigned to at Helm’s Deep.  We’ve only 
arrived on location today and Peter’s giving us all a chance to settle in 
before filming starts tomorrow night.  I have no idea where Orlando is at 
the moment, but I think I see a clue lying on the floor in front of me.

A pair of shoes is strewn carelessly in front of the door.  I almost trip over 
them as I close the door behind me.  Looking toward the bedroom, I close 
my eyes and let my other senses take over.  I use my hands to feel my way 
to the door.  As my feet catch on something, I open my eyes to see a pair 
of jeans crumpled just inside the open bedroom door.  I lift my eyes to the 
bed where Orlando is lying.  He’s on his stomach in his boxers and an old 
t-shirt.  One leg is bent at the knee and his hand is curled under his cheek.  
He’s out cold.  I can’t say I blame him.  

The last two weeks have been exhausting for us both.  Peter has been 
working us all very hard in order to get ready for the filming sequence at 
Helm’s Deep.  Any time we’ve had off work has been spent in each 
other’s arms, either in his bed or my bed, or in some opportunities – places 
I never would have dared before.  Let’s just say that Orli really got into the 
Elf mindset, and we christened one of the talans in the Lothlorien scene.  
We also managed to sneak off together to enjoy the balcony at Imladris as 
well as Meduseld in Rohan.  We even ventured back into the Moria set on 
a more adventurous outing.  Needless to say, we both escaped that 
encounter with scraped knees and a slight knot on Orlando’s head.  It also 
led to a new rule…always pack a blanket when we go on an ‘adventure’.

I remove all of my clothes except my boxers as I stand and watch him.  
He’s really the most gorgeous creature I have ever met.  I climb around 
him and settle in behind him on the large bed.  As I rest my hand on his 
back, he cuddles a little closer to me, mumbling a little in his sleep.  I 
wrap myself around him, whispering soft words into his ear as he quiets 
down again.  The last thought that crosses my mind as I fall into sleep is 
that I am in love with this boy.  I would do anything for him and will love 
him for the rest of time.

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

Waking up in Viggo’s arms is heaven.  We’ve both slept clear through the 
rest of the day and it’s dark outside as I open my eyes.  That’s okay 
though.  We need to adjust our sleeping schedules for the duration of the 
Helm’s Deep shooting.  I probably need to wake him up soon, but for now 
I’ll watch him sleep.

Those stormy eyes that I love so much are lidded as he rests.  I smooth his 
hair back behind his ear, tracing my finger along his jaw line, over the soft 
stubble that he has cultivated for this role.   My fingertip wanders over the 
scar on his upper lip before exploring the softness of his lower lip. His 
breath ghosts across the back of my hand as I caress him gently.

I move slightly away from him and study his body.  His skin is tanned and 
smooth.  The hairs on his chest are extremely sexy and I cannot resist 
scraping my fingernails through it as I continue to peruse him.  The 
muscles in his chest are defined from the swordplay that he has had to 
learn.  A small brown disc of a nipple rests on each side of his beautiful 
chest.  My fingers wander to them, a thumbnail scraping over each.  He 
moves in his sleep and I use the pads of my index fingers to soothe the 
spots where I scratched him.

Sitting up in the bed, I still watch him as he sleeps.  He’s half-hard, 
whether from sleep or my actions I’m not sure.  I gently pull at his boxers, 
managing to pull them off of him slowly, without waking him.  I study his 
cock as I sit there.  I make the decision that I want to taste him.  In the 
month that we’ve been together, he’s done it for me a few times, but I’ve 
never done it for him.

I lean in closer to him, watching the sleep rhythms of his body.  I settle 
with my face close to his hips.  Dipping my head, I bury my head in the 
curls at his base.  The smell of him is comforting to me, making me want 
more.  As I watch, his cock begins to swell.  The heat of my breath must 
be causing the reaction.  As he reaches full hardness, I continue to 
examine it.  He’s quite large, in length and width.  It amazes me that we 
can fit together like we do, but it always feels perfect…right.

Resting my cheek against his lower belly, I run a questing fingertip up his 
length.  After several more tentative strokes, precome begins to bead on 
the tip.  I swipe my fingertip across the head and lick the moisture from 
my hand.  Hmmm…slightly bitter, a little sweet…not bad at all.  My mind 
is definitely made up.

I wrap my fingers around the base of his arousal and move my head even 
closer.  I circle my tongue around the crown of his erection.  As I take the 
tip into my mouth, I hear a quickly indrawn breath.  Seems as if big Viggo 
has decided to wake up and join the party.

I wrap my lips around him and suck lightly.  He’s beginning to squirm, so 
I move to straddle him, to hold him down.  I take as much of his hard 
length into my mouth as I can.  Sliding my head up and down on his flesh, 
I move into a rhythm that obviously pleases him, if the sounds he is 
making are any indication.  ‘Orli…baby…’  His hands are running along 
my thighs, skimming under the edges of the legs of my boxers.

I pull my mouth off of him with a wet pop and look over my shoulder at 
him.  ‘Shhh Viggo…let me do this for you.’  I can feel him relax under me 
and his head falls back against the pillow, accepting what I’m doing to 
him.  I change tactics.  Lowering my head once again, I place open-
mouthed kisses along his length, sucking lightly and using my teeth very 
gently.  By the time I reach the head, his cock is weeping continually.  
Using my tongue, I lap it up before once again taking him into my mouth.

Remembering the instructions Ian gave me, I relax my throat and swallow.  
As I swallow, I feel him slip deeper into my mouth.  Another swallow and 
the tip of his erection is in my throat.  I stop for a minute and decide that 
yes, I can still breathe, before beginning to move my tongue around.  I can 
feel him gasp and his moans are pretty regular as I pull almost off of him 
before plunging down onto him again.  My hands, which have been 
holding his hips, have wandered to his balls now.  I can feel him 
tightening as I continue to swallow around him.

Oh fuck – that’s not fair.  I was getting ready to finish him and now his 
hands are inside the flap of my boxers and he’s pulling my cock out.  I rise 
up slightly and look underneath myself.  Sure enough, his hands are 
stroking me quickly toward completion.  The sight of the purple head of 
my cock leaking onto his chest shoots a bolt of desire straight to my groin.  
He’s moving his hands and all of the sudden he’s pulling my boxers down 
as far as they’ll go on my spread legs.  He grabs hold of my hips and pulls 
me up to his face.

I feel an odd sensation that I’ve never felt before, and it takes me a second 
to realize what it is.  He’s actually licking me… you know… there.  Man – 
it feels good too.  The warm wetness of his tongue is circling my opening 
and I whimper as he pushes it inside in the most obscene soul kiss I have 
ever had.  I can’t take any more.

I pull away from him and pull my boxers off.  My shirt goes flying across 
the room and I pull myself along his body.  He’s pulling himself up into a 
half-reclined position and we maneuver until our groins meet.  Fire shoots 
through me as I raise myself above him.  His cock is still glistening with 
my saliva and his precome.  I smear it to cover him and hold him as I slide 
down onto him.

The little preparation I’ve had makes this burn a little – but it’s a slow 
burn that turns into a passionate fire.

*-*-*
Viggo’s POV

I woke up surrounded by the warm bliss of Orlando’s mouth.  When I 
thought it couldn’t get any better than that… he proved me wrong.  Now 
I’m reclining on the pillows as he sits on my lap, riding me.  Those long 
gorgeous legs are bent on each side of my hips, his elegant, delicate back 
is arched and he moves against me.  It’s all I can do not to come as I watch 
myself stretching his opening as he moves on me.  I rise into a sitting 
position as the site of myself disappearing into him almost overcomes me.  
I pull him back against me and the sweat that has built on both of our skin 
adheres his back to my chest.

I try to hold back as he rides me, but the feeling is too much.  I thrust to 
meet him, my arms wrap around him.  I hold him to me with one hand 
against his heart.  My other hand wraps around his weeping cock as his 
movements make him thrust into my hands.

Our rhythm is starting to get erratic now.  Before long, there is no rhythm 
to our actions…just desperate thrusts.  He begins to convulse around me 
and my reaction is overwhelming.  I lose myself, spraying deep inside him 
as he comes over my hand.  

I fall back on the pillows, enjoying the aftershocks of our lovemaking.  He 
reclines against me, his head lying on my shoulder.  He turns to me and 
kisses the bottom of my chin.  ‘I love you, old man.’
‘I love you too, elf boy.’ I manage to say as I try to catch my breath.  We 
lie there like that for a few more moments before he rises gingerly off of 
me.  There’s a soft sound as I slip from his body and he moans.  ‘Did I 
hurt you baby?’

‘No – it’s all good Viggo – I needed that.  I needed to know that you still 
want me – that you still love me.’  He’s moving off of me to go to the 
bathroom.

Grabbing his hand, I pull him to me and kiss him.  ‘Never doubt it 
Orlando – I do love you.’

*-*-*
Orlando’s POV

We’ve been at Helm’s Deep for six weeks now.  Six weeks of paradise – if 
you can call it that.  True, we’ve had a hellish work schedule and even 
worse working conditions, but I’ve had Viggo to get me through all of it.  
I don’t know how I would have made it through if I didn’t have him to 
give me love and encouragement.  

We’ve been together for two and a half months now and everything is 
getting stronger – our feelings – our relationship – it feels as if it’s 
escalating to a new level.  A level of commitment I’ve never experienced 
with anyone – male or female.

We filmed a reshoot of Aragorn’s return to Helm’s Deep today.  As I 
handed Viggo the Evenstar pendant, I realized that I don’t want to lose this 
man.  Not Aragorn – not Viggo – not any part of this man that I love – 
ever.  I’d spend the rest of my life with him if that is what he wants. 

Of course – this realization brought forth other worries and questions.  
What if he doesn’t feel the same?  What if this is some ‘what happens in 
New Zealand stays in New Zealand’ fling?

There’s a break in filming.  I glance across the set to see Viggo standing 
with Miranda.  I’d be jealous if I didn’t know that Miranda and Karl have 
something going on.  Tolkein would roll over in his grave if he thought 
Eomer and Eowyn were getting it on.  


Karl walks up beside me as I stand and watch Viggo and Miranda.  ‘I’m 
grateful that I don’t have to worry about Viggo.’  I turn to look at him.

‘Why do you say that?  He may be over there asking her to leave you and 
run away with him.’  I’m joking and Karl knows it.

‘Yeah – I’d be worried…but I know what’s going on.’  He smiles at me 
slyly.

‘What do you mean?’ I try to look as innocent as possible.

‘Me and Miranda had it figured out a week after we got here for the shoot.  
Why do you both keep it hid?’  He’s still smiling at my shocked 
expression.

‘I don’t know.’  And with that, we head over to Viggo and Miranda.  Karl 
walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist.  He gives her a 
light peck on the mouth and I am jealous now.  Jealous over the freedom 
they have with the openness of their relationship.

I turn to Viggo and grab his arm.  I pull him backwards toward the 
weapons room.  ‘Orlando – what are you doing?’  He’s questioning me as 
I pretty much drag him through the door.  Slamming the door behind me, I 
push him against it and press my mouth against his.

He opens for me immediately and we kiss until we’re short of breath.  
‘What’s wrong baby?’  He whispers into my ear as he smoothes my hair 
down my back.

‘Viggo – I’m tired of hiding what we are.  Sean knows.  Karl and Miranda 
know.  I’m pretty sure that Ian has it figured out – he’s not blind.  Why do 
we have to hide?’  I sound pretty desperate by now.

He looks at me, staring into my eyes for several moments.  He pulls me 
closer and just before he claims my lips he whispers, ‘We don’t have to 
hide any more.’

Tbc


Part 6

Orlando’s POV

Well, Viggo and I have decided that we’re not keeping ‘us’ a secret 
anymore.  I mean, we’re not going to go to great lengths to show our 
relationship in front of our friends, but we’re not going to hide anymore 
either.  We have a week left here at the Helm’s Deep set before we head 
back to civilization.

Not surprisingly, we’ve been out with Karl and Miranda several times in 
the past two weeks.  Being able to be ourselves in front of friends is a 
wonderful feeling.  We no longer care to hold hands above the table or 
share a quick kiss if the mood takes us…which it does – quite often, in 
fact.

All of the Helm’s Deep cast and crew are meeting tonight at a little 
gathering Peter’s put together for us.  Viggo and I are going as a couple.

I head toward the shower to get begin getting ready as Viggo calls from 
the front room of our trailer.  ‘Orli – I’ll be back in a few moments.  I need 
to go pick something up.’

Turning the shower on, I call back, ‘Okay – take your time.  I’ll be in here 
for a few minutes anyway.’  I climb into the pounding warmth of the 
shower and begin to wash my hair.  I’m soon finished and I leave the 
shower and begin to towel myself off in the small room.  As I pull a robe 
around me, I open the door and walk into the bedroom to get dressed.

As I move toward the bed to get dressed, I notice a note lying on my 
pillow.  I read the words with a smile on my face, moving to the closet to 
find the outfit that Viggo has requested I wear tonight.  The note was short 
and sweet.  Asking that I wear the black slacks and burgundy shirt that he 
helped me pick out in a shop last week.  After writing that he loved me, he 
asked me to meet him at the restaurant in which the party would be.

I dress hurriedly, taking a little extra time with my hair, which has finally 
started to grow back after the Mohawk.  I pull on my shoes and exit the 
trailer to find Karl waiting for me.  ‘Need a ride?’ He’s smiling at me and 
I wonder what he’s doing here.

‘Where’s Miranda?’ I ask him as I settle into the passenger seat of his car.

‘She had a few last minute things to pick up in town before meeting us at 
the restaurant.  Viggo asked if I’d give you a ride since he needed the car.’ 
Karl drove smoothly down the road as we talked.

‘I appreciate the ride.  I also want to thank you and Miranda for being so 
supportive of mine and Viggo’s relationship.  I know that many people 
will condemn us, but it’s great having friends who are accepting.’ I feel 
the need to let him know that I do appreciate the freedom that he has 
helped give us over the past two weeks.

‘Think nothing of it Orlando…think nothing of it.’  Pulling into the 
parking area of the restaurant, he gave me a wicked smile and said, ‘Well 
– let’s get this show on the road.  Are you ready?’

Grinning back, I growl ‘Bring it on…’

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

God, I can’t believe I’m this nervous.  I’m sitting here in a dark corner of 
the restaurant that Peter has reserved, waiting for my boyfriend to show 
up.  My boyfriend…huh.  If I’m not careful, I’m likely to burst into 
schoolgirl giggles any moment now.  I’m glad Miranda is here beside me.  
Her presence is giving me the extra boost of confidence I need for what I 
have to do.

I can’t believe I’m gonna do this.  The whole night has a surreal feeling to 
it.

I hear a slight commotion toward the front of the restaurant and I glance 
up to see Orlando and Karl shaking hands with some of the crew members 
from the shoot.

Orlando is so gorgeous that I have to literally concentrate on breathing.  In 
and out, in and out, damn it…my mind is making lewd suggestions about 
other things that go in and out.  Who can blame me?  He does look 
sinfully hot tonight.

The black slacks we picked out hug his body beautifully.  The burgundy of 
the shirt contrasts nicely with his olive skin, dark hair and brown eyes.  I 
notice that my eyes are not the only ones glued to him as he makes his 
way to our table in the back.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles at me…for me…as he walks my way.  
As he and Karl make it to our table, he slides into the booth next to me.  
He jokingly elbows me in the thigh and I am reminded of the first bolt of 
real attraction I felt toward him in that pub three months ago.

The night I felt that first stir of passion for him, I never imagined it would 
grow into this…this all consuming need for him.

Did I by chance mention how nervous I am about tonight?  I only hope 
that everything goes as planned.

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

Viggo looks sexy brooding at a dark table in the back of the restaurant, but 
his face lights up in a bright smile as me and Karl make our way over to 
where he and Miranda sit.  I slide into the booth next to him and act like 
I’m going to elbow him in the thigh again, like the first night our attraction 
reared its head.  I can tell he remembers, because as he stares at me, his 
pupils dilate softly and his breath quickens just a slight touch.

As I settle in beside him, I lift my hand to run my fingers through the lock 
of hair that falls across his forehead.  As I brush the unruly strand off of 
his lovely face, he turns his head and presses a kiss at the base of my palm.  
I love this man.

‘Oh, aren’t they sweet, Karl?’  Miranda smiles at me as I glance her way.  
She too has a wicked glint in her eyes.  What’s going on tonight?  Why is 
everyone looking at me like something’s going to happen?

Dinner is wonderful.  Viggo has ordered me a wonderful vegetarian 
lasagna and wine.  We enjoy a delicious dinner before the crowd moves 
into the backroom for dancing.

As the crowd begins to thin out a bit, I look at Viggo pleadingly.  ‘Dance 
with me Vig – please?’  Not giving him time to think, I grab his hand and 
pull him onto the floor.  Finding a quite space between a few of the Uruk 
Hai cast members, we begin to dance.  

We dance for a long while.  Song after song.  Slow dance and fast, frenetic 
movement.  Finally the last song is played and we wrap our arms around 
each other, sharing small kisses as the crowd disappeared.

As we left the restaurant, I remember that we forgot all about Karl and 
Miranda.  ‘When did Karl and Miranda leave?’ I ask Viggo.

Opening my door for me, he waited until I was seated in the car before he 
answered.  ‘I saw them walk out about half an hour ago.  I guess they went 
on home.’

I snuggled to his side as he drove us back to our trailer.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

As we pull up in front of our trailer, I can tell by the faint glow from the 
windows that Karl and Miranda have fulfilled their end of my request.  
The rest is up to me.

I hop out of the car and run around to open Orlando’s door before he can 
get out.

‘Viggo – what’s gotten into you tonight?’ He asks as I help him from the 
car.

Nuzzling his ear, I whisper, ‘Nothing…yet.’

He giggles, swatting my shoulder before wrapping his arms around my 
neck and pulling me to him for a kiss.  A kiss that starts out sweet and 
gentle before raging into a passionate embrace.  We both end up gasping 
for breath as he releases me.
‘Let’s get inside and get some rest for tomorrow.’  I whisper as I give him 
one last squeeze.  ‘Go ahead and unlock the door while I get my sword out 
of the car.’  I have no intention of taking Anduril in tonight, but he needs a 
head start to the trailer if my plans going to work.

I can hear him mumbling as he searches for the right key to unlock the 
door.  I walk up behind him as I hear a triumphant ‘Aha’.  He pulls the 
door open and freezes.  A white rose lays in the entryway.  He bends to 
pick it up before turning to look at me.

I can see the firelight of several candles reflected in his eyes as they search 
mine.  ‘Go on in.’ I encourage him.  A trail of roses leads him into the 
bedroom.  In the bedroom, vases of white roses and lit candles grace every 
available surface.  A single white rose lays against the black silk of his 
pillow.  A parchment note is attached by a piece of red silk ribbon.

As he walks forward to pick up the rose, I drop to one knee behind him.

*-*-*

Orlando’s POV

I don’t quite know what to think about all that has gone on tonight.  
Everyone’s acting kind of secretive and indulgent around me.  Makes me 
feel like they know something bad about me and no one is willing to break 
the bad news to me.

After dancing for well over two hours at the restaurant, Viggo finally 
decides to take me home.  He is such a gentleman to me, opening my door 
and helping me into and out of the vehicle.  Apparently the 
gentlemanliness ends when he tells me to unlock the front door while he 
gets Anduril out of the car.  After fumbling with the keys for several 
moments, I finally find the correct key and manage to open the door.

A white rose waits for me.  I pick it up and look at Viggo questioningly.  
He smiles sweetly at me, nods his head and tells me to go on in.

I follow a trail of roses into the bedroom, picking them up as I go.  As I 
cross the threshold to the bedroom, my eyes grow large with shock.  Our 
bedroom is covered in white roses and candlelight.  A single rose rests on 
our bed with a note attached.  I walk over to it and pick it up, reading and 
re-reading the simple message inside.

“Orlando – A rose for each year of forever – Viggo”

I whirl around, hoping to get an explanation…hoping this means what I 
think it means…only to find my beautiful and wonderful lover on one 
knee.

‘Orlando – I know that this relationship is young.  I know that you’re 
young and I’m not.  I know that you’re the only man I’ve ever been with, 
but I also know that you’re the only person I want for the rest of my life.  I 
know that we can’t get married, but I want us to be committed to each 
other.  I want to bind myself to you for the rest of my life…’  Tears 
streamed from his eyes as he waited for my answer.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pulled him to me, pressing our 
lips together.  Sweeping my tongue past his lips, devouring his soul, I pull 
back and look at him with tears in my eyes.  ‘Why can’t we bind ourselves 
together Viggo?  Why don’t we have a ceremony here, in New Zealand?  
In Middle Earth?’ I whisper into his ear as I hug him tightly.

‘So – is that a yes?’ I pull back to find him smiling at me.

‘You couldn’t get rid of me now for anything.’ I reply as I continue 
squeezing the life out of him.

He manages to work his way out of my arms long enough to pull a ring 
out of his pocket.  As he places it on my hand, he translates the Elvish on 
it.  ‘To wherever it may lead.’  

I place my hand on his cheek.  ‘As long as it’s with you.’

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

After kissing Orlando as if my life depended on it, I rose to my feet.  
Pulling him up by his hands, I pulled him into my arms.  As our mouths 
met, our tongues and teeth clashed.  He nipped at my lower lip as his long 
fingers began to unbutton my shirt.

Deciding that I liked where this was going, I quickly began to reciprocate, 
undoing his buttons as well.  As the last button popped free, I swept my 
hands up and across his chest, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders.  His 
olive skin glowed golden in the light of the candles, the light highlighting 
and shadowing his features in an indecent way.  My hands itched for my 
camera.  I wanted to capture this moment for eternity.

As Orlando pulled my shirt from my pants, his hands moved to my belt 
buckle.  He unfastened the silver clasp and unfastened my slacks, pushing 
them to the floor.

As I pulled him to me, I slid my hands over the smooth skin of his back.  
One hand traced his scar upwards while the other settled underneath his 
waistband.  As our kissing heated up again, our clothes quickly became 
too much.  

He groaned as I pulled out of his arms, but he smiled as he saw what I was 
doing.  Removing my clothes as I walked toward the bed, I pulled the 
covers down and lay back in the middle of the bed.  ‘Well, what are you 
standing there for?’

His smile turned wicked as he stripped the remainder of his clothes off.  I 
laughed as he took a flying leap, landing almost on top of me.  ‘Are you 
that anxious for my life to be over with so you can find someone else 
Orlando?’  I joked with him, but his laughter stopped.  A worried 
expression slid over his face.
‘I don’t ever want to lose you Viggo.  I never want this to be over.’  He 
draped his body over mine and pressed soft kisses over my face.

As the kisses grew heated, he began to rub his erection against my hip.  
‘Aah – Viggo – feel so good…’ Orlando moaned as I reached down and 
took his cock into my hand.  He thrust against my hip as I stroked him.  
‘Close Viggo – too close – stop…’  I stroked him harder, swallowing his 
moans as he came hard into my hand.

As he lay there limply beside me, coming down from his high, I nudged 
him onto his back.  Reaching between his legs, I used the wetness he 
flooded my hand with to prepare him.  Inserting two fingers into his 
opening, I worked him open slowly.  Rubbing my fingers over his gland, 
he was hard again in no time.  ‘Please Viggo – hurry…’

I pulled his legs up, resting his calves on my shoulders.  I placed the tip of 
my erection at his entrance and began to slowly push in.  The tightness 
and heat was exquisite.  No matter how many times we had done this, it 
always felt like it should be the first time.

Sliding in as far as I can go, I rest there for a minute.  Giving our bodies 
time to calm down a little, I revel in the feel of his body rippling around 
my flesh.  It’s such an amazing feeling.  I don’t imagine I’ll ever tire of it.

I’m finally able to move and I begin thrusting lightly.  Orlando lies before 
me, looking into my eyes as I move in his body.  I pull his legs off of my 
shoulder and wrap them around my waist.  The first thrust I make after 
doing this is greeted by a loud gasp and a widening of his mocha eyes.  
Each thrust passes over his prostate and before long his eyes are fluttering.  
His hips are pressing up to meet every inward stroke I make.  His cock is 
pressed up against his belly, leaking more as I press against his prostate.

My movements are becoming more erratic as I near orgasm.  I can feel his 
inner walls gripping me tightly, milking me as he gets closer.  His hand 
reaches toward his cock, but I stop him.  Twining our fingers together, I 
place both our hands on him, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

‘Aaah…Vig…ooh…unh…’ Creamy liquid covers our hands as he 
clinches around me.  Two or three more strokes and I’m coming inside 
him, spilling my soul into him.

I collapse onto him, catching my breath for a few moments.  As I try to 
move off of him, he holds me tight.  ‘Love you, Viggo.’ He whispers 
sleepily.

‘Love you too, Baby.  For the rest of forever.’

tbc (maybe – if inspiration strikes)


 Part 7

Orlando’s POV

I’m nervous as Viggo and I arrive back in Wellington after being on the 
Helm’s Deep set for the past nine weeks.  I know that there are going to be 
questions about our relationship from the Hobbits.  I’m not sure they’ll 
understand us, or how deep we are.

It’s late as we pull into Viggo’s drive.  We stopped along the way home 
several times to enjoy the scenery.  ‘I hope you don’t mind that I brought 
you here instead of to your apartment.’  He’s looking at me and I can see 
the uncertainty in his eyes also.  It’s like we’re both afraid that Helm’s 
Deep was some alternate universe and that everything will be different 
here.

‘I would have minded if you hadn’t brought me here, Vig.  You know I 
want to stay with you.’ I place my palm on his jawline.

I could see the relief in his eyes as he pulled me across the seat for a kiss.  
Letting me go, he moves to get out of the car.  I grab his arm.  ‘Viggo – 
nothing’s changed.  Nothing will be different here from how things were 
last week.’  I held my hand up to him.  ‘See this ring?  Someone I love 
told me that the inscription says ‘to wherever it may lead’, and I trust him.  
Things are going to be fine.’

He smiles sheepishly at me, reaching out to twist the ring on my finger.  
‘I’m just worried about what everyone’s going to say…’

‘Viggo – it doesn’t matter what everyone says.  I love you and I’m going 
to be with you – no matter what.  Promise me that no matter what reaction 
we get, you won’t have second thoughts about us – about me, and I’ll 
promise you the same.’  I twine our fingers together.

‘I promise, Orli.  No matter what happens.  You’re mine forever.’  He 
kisses me again.  ‘Sealed with a kiss.’

*-*-*

We unload our bags and head up the front walk towards Viggo’s house.  
He unlocks the front door and tosses his bags inside.  Pulling me in behind 
him, he closes the door.  He wraps one arm around my waist, nuzzling my 
neck as his other hand fumbles for the light switch.

He finally finds the switch, because the room floods with light and a 
massive cry of ‘SURPRISE’ bellows throughout the room.  I can feel 
Viggo groan into my neck as I reluctantly open my eyes to see what’s 
going on.

The room is overrun with Hobbits, a wizard, a dwarf, an elf-princess, a 
maiden of Rohan and the Marshall of the Riddermark.  I glance around at 
the crowd, expecting to see disgust or disappointment, but all I find are 
pleasantly smiling faces.

‘Umm…Viggo – we seem to have quite a bit of company.’  I murmur into 
his ear.  I can feel him sigh against my neck.

‘I noticed.’  He sounds disappointed.

Liv walks up to stand in front of us.  ‘Could I see my future husband’s 
face please?’

Viggo removes his face from the crook of my neck and straightens beside 
me.  His arm, however, remains wrapped around me.

Drawing herself up to her full elf-princess stature, Liv states in a regal 
voice, ‘On behalf of all free-people of Middle Earth, and of the fellowship 
of the cast, I wish to extend our congratulations on your new relationship, 
as well as the impending commitment ceremony that shall take place.’  
She barely finished her pronouncement before collapsing in a fit of 
giggles.

‘You mean – you all know?’ I know I sound dumbfounded, but quite 
honestly – that’s how I feel right about now.

‘Sure.  A couple of little birds told us.’ Elijah stated, winking at Karl and 
Miranda.

‘Okay gentlemen – who brought the champagne?’  Ian asked, walking past 
us into the kitchen.  As he passed, he patted me on the shoulder.  ‘I take it 
that you heeded my advice, dear boy?’

I could only nod at him as Karl opened the champagne and the drinks 
started flowing.

*-*-*

Viggo’s POV

Suffice it to say, it was a complete and utter shock when, in the middle of 
kissing my delicious boyfriend’s neck, a ‘SURPRISE’ loud enough to 
wake the dead rang throughout my living room.  Realizing what a 
suggestive situation we were in made my face heat with embarrassment.  
Not embarrassment over Orlando – but in the intimacy of the pose.  I felt 
like hiding my face in the warmth of his neck forever.

As fate would have it, Liv demanded my attention, proceeding to give our 
relationship everyone’s blessing.  Glancing around at my friends, I could 
see honesty and sincerity in all of their faces.  They were truly okay with 
this new development.

*-*-*

An hour later, the champagne is down to the last drop and Orlando is 
yawning loudly.  I realize that it’s time to run everyone off.  Standing up, I 
decide to make an impromptu speech.  ‘I want to thank you all for being 
so understanding and accepting of us, but as you can see, the hour grows 
late and the elf grows tired.  I think that we’ll call it a night for now.’

My speech has the desired effect and people file out of the house, shaking 
our hands and offering congratulations on the way out the door.  Karl and 
Miranda are the last two to leave.

Miranda smiles bashfully.  ‘I hope you don’t mind that we set this up.  We 
knew you planned to tell everyone tomorrow, but we wanted to make sure 
they all understood the importance of this.’

‘Actually Miranda…’ Orli’s soft voice is interrupted mid-sentence by 
another yawn, ‘I’m glad you did tell them.  Made it a whole lot easier for 
us.  Thank you.’  He manages to finish, before wrapping his arm around 
my shoulders and leaning his head over on me.

‘Yeah – thanks guys.  I was worried about how we would tell everyone.’  I 
shake Karl’s hand and then pull Miranda’s hand to my lips, kissing the 
back of it before letting it go.

‘Well, I guess we’ll head on home then and let you guys get some rest.’ 
Karl pulls Miranda out the door before calling over his shoulder.  ‘See you 
both on set Monday.’

The door shuts quietly behind him.  I reach across and turn the lock, 
flicking the switch for the outdoor lights off.  I nudge the shoulder that 
Orli has plastered himself against.  ‘Wake up sleepyhead.’

‘I’m not really so tired, you know.  I thought they’d never leave.’  His lips 
are hot against my skin as he begins to suck on my neck.

Growling in the back of my throat, I lift him from the floor, wrap his legs 
around my waist, and carry him into the bedroom.

*-*-*

Three months later ---

Orlando’s POV

Viggo and I are having our commitment ceremony later tonight.  Since our 
ceremony won’t be legal anyway, we’re doing it the way we want to do it, 
with our friends serving in various capacities for this night.

I’m not sure how Viggo feels, but I feel kind of nervous.  I’m not having 
second thoughts of any kind, but I’m just anxious to get this thing started 
so we can start the rest of our lives as a couple – a committed couple.

It’s a warm clear night as I walk into the clearing where Viggo and I 
shared our first kiss.  The fallen logs are covered by elves, hobbits and 
men.  Sean has returned and stands as the best man for us both.  Ian will 
conduct the ceremony.

The weather is warm enough that everyone is barefoot.  Someone – 
probably Viggo – has sprinkled white rose petals over the floor of the 
forest within the circle of our friends.  They feel velvety soft on the soles 
of my feet as I walk towards my lover.

As soon as I enter the clearing, Viggo stretches his arm out to me.  When I 
am within reach, our hands intertwine, pulling us closer together.

Facing Ian, we both give him an imperceptible nod.  Clearing his throat, 
he begins.  ‘We have come together as friends tonight, to witness the 
joining of these two men.  Two men who have chosen to share the rest of 
their lives as one.  Two men who promise to be faithful to each other for 
all time.  This love will not wither as it grows old, but will grow stronger 
with each passing day.  Viggo – what vow will you make to Orlando this 
night?’

Looking into my eyes, Viggo smiles before speaking.  ‘The vow I make to 
Orlando stands not only for this night, but for all time.  Orlando – you 
have brought new life to me.  You have opened my eyes and made me see 
things that I was blinded to before.  You have opened my heart and made 
me feel more strongly and more truly than I have ever felt before.  You 
have stepped into my empty arms and filled a void that left me aching.  I 
loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you for all of our 
tomorrows.’  As the tears run down his cheeks, he slips our ring onto my 
finger.  It’s the same ring he gave me during Helm’s Deep – but it means 
more to me now than it ever has.

Ian turns toward me, a pleased smile on his face.  ‘Orlando – what vow 
will you make to Viggo this night?’

I smile through my tears, gazing into Viggo’s eyes and running my thumb 
across his hand as I begin to speak.  ‘As with your vow to me Viggo, I 
vow for all time to love only you.  To be only yours.  I have given you my 
heart to care for and I will nurture yours in return.  I will live with you in 
love, whatever life may send our way.  My love for you will only grow 
stronger as the ages pass by, for it is ageless.  I loved you yesterday, I love 
you today, and I will love you for all of our tomorrows.’  I repeat the last 
line of his vow to him as I slip a matching ring onto his finger.

Ian’s voice sounds slightly watery as he finishes our ceremony.  ‘Before 
these witnesses here tonight, let it be known that you are partners, soul 
mates, bonded.  Let it be known that these vows will be recognized and 
respected by all who know and care for you.  Let these covenants be 
sealed with a kiss.’

Ian steps back as Viggo pulls me into his arms.  His lips are soft and sweet 
on mine as he kisses me for the first time as my spouse.  Applause rings 
through the moonlit clearing as our friends rush to congratulate us once 
more.

*-*-*

Several Years into the Future

Viggo’s POV

Being with Orlando has been the highlight of my existence.  I worried in 
New Zealand that life would be difficult for us and that people wouldn’t 
accept us.  I was right to worry – to some extent, but things haven’t been 
as bad as I would have imagined, and having Orlando to come home to 
makes it all worthwhile.

There was some fan backlash after Orlando and I came out after the 
Return of the King premiere, and Robin worried that Orlando’s career 
wouldn’t survive the controversy.  However, a very strong opening 
weekend and a sustained box office for Troy proved Orlando’s romantic 
bankability, even though he was openly with me.  He has since starred in 
several movies – quite often as a romantic lead – still the hit with the 
ladies it seems.

My movies didn’t suffer too much as a result of the controversy.  Other 
than the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I’ve never had any blockbuster movies.  
Just modest successes that have made life comfortable and have allowed 
me to pursue my passions of art, poetry and Orlando, although not 
necessarily in that order.

Our families and friends have remained supportive over the years, proving 
to be rocks during our times of doubt.  We owe a lot of our success to 
them.  They have fought a lot of our battles for us.

I’m pulled out of my silent musings as the sheets stir next to me.  I turn 
onto my side, propping my head up so I can view one of my favorite 
sights.  As I watch, dark eyelashes flutter, raising to expose sleepy brown 
eyes.  As he catches me staring at him, he smiles at me, turning toward 
me.  He pulls me down into his arms and greets me with a kiss.  ‘Good 
morning love.’  It’s the same greeting that I’ve heard countless times over 
the years.  The same greeting that I’ll hear many times in the future.  And 
each time I hear it, I know that I’ll still be amazed at the intensity of our 
feelings for each other.

As I return his kiss, I wonder – can life get any better than this?
 

THE END