Title: In the Glowing 3/5
Author:  Moggie (moggie23x@yahoo.ca)
Pairing:  Viggo / Orlando
Rating: NC-17 
Summary:  In pursuit of a gorgeous shot, Viggo convinces the cast
and crew to spend the night out under the stars.   
Disclaimer:  I don't know Viggo or Orlando.  Nor do I have any
knowledge regarding their sexual orientations or personal life.  This
is a work of fiction, pure and simple.
Archive:  Viggorously, LBES, Lirimaer, Mirrormere, CIB, Of Elves and
Men.  Others please ask - I am sure to say yes.
Betas:  The wonderful Eruberueth Sadril and the fabulous Mysse!
For the previous chapters, refer to the author's website:
"Unfettered Words": http://pages.interlog.com/~illusion/VslashO/

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Viggo's eyes closed as Orlando's lips closed over his own.   Lips
that were soft, warm and gentle caressed his, and a wonderful feeling
of euphoria coursed through his being.   Orlando was kissing him, and
it was simply one of the best things that ever happened to him.  
Orlando's kisses were tentative and almost shy; it was as if he was
afraid that now that he had made his feelings known, they wouldn't be
returned.

Oh, but they were returned.  

Viggo's hand moved to clasp the back of Orlando's head, as he drew
him in and deepened the kiss.   Orlando let out a soft moan as
Viggo's lips parted beneath his, and pulled him in.  A thrill ran
through Orlando as he realized that Viggo wanted him, that he hadn't
been wrong when he thought that Viggo was attracted to him, that
Viggo now wanted to kiss him and be kissed in return.  After having
kissed him once, he found that he wanted to kiss Viggo forever.  

Orlando's tongue teasingly traced the sensitive skin just on the
inside of Viggo's lips before finally slipping fully inside to be
enveloped by the warmth of Viggo for the first time.  He found
Viggo's own tongue and caressed it, teasing with short gentle
movements - all soft, wet, gliding motion.   Viggo moaned in response
and tightened his grip on Orlando's head.  

Orlando wrapped his arm around Viggo and drew him closer, wanting to
intensify the contact between them as their tongues swirled in
intricate, intimate motion - exploring, teasing, learning.   The
breathing of each man increased in pace and soft sounds of pleasure
emanated them as the kisses that they shared moved beyond sweet and
explorative to a place that was deeper, more intimate and passionate.
 Hands were in constant motion - Viggo's stroking the back of
Orlando's head and neck, sending delicious little frissons of
sensation throughout Orlando's body; Orlando's hand on Viggo's back -
caressing and coaxing and moving them closer together.  

It was delicious, and it was all together too good.   Both men were
awash in the warm, physical sensations of kissing and of hands in
motion - sensations that reverberated through the core of each man,
peaking with little jolts of pleasure in their groins. 

They were both incredibly hard.   

Hard because finally after weeks of flirtation, they had finally
found themselves engaged in the physical contact that they had each
desired.   Hard, because the spark that had always existed between
them was exploding into an inferno of desire.  

Orlando broke the kiss, his breathing heavily.  His hand gently
moved Viggo's hair from his face, then remained there to stroke his
flushed cheek.   They regarded each other with dark, liquid eyes;
both men amazed and unbelievably aroused by what had just happened.   

"God, Viggo - I have wanted to do that just forever…"

"I know.  Me too.  I've wanted this for so long… just to be kissing
you like this…"  With that, Viggo drew Orlando in again and kissed
his already open lips, his tongue darting inside, seeking to learn
the texture and the taste of the other man.  Orlando moaned when
Viggo's tongue skimmed over his teeth then stroked against his tongue
- first gently, then with more fire and passion.   The pressure of
lips on lips became more intense, and the motion of hands on each
other's bodies became more urgent.   Orlando felt as though he was
being consumed by Viggo, and the experience was ecstasy.

Viggo began trailing open-mouthed kisses over Orlando's jawbone,
stopping to lick and suck a particularly tender bit of skin
occasionally, and Orlando let his head fall back, giving the other
man greater access to his neck.  His eyes were closed and he was
breathing heavily through parted lips; those noises of breathing
occasionally punctuated by whimpers as Viggo continued trailing
kisses to his throat, where his tongue found a pulse that was
fluttering wildly.  

"I don't know if I'll be able to control myself if you keep on
kissing me like that…"

"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself."  To prove this point,
Viggo claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss, and Orlando whimpered,
yielding to Viggo's mouth.  Viggo shifted his body so that he was
flush against Orlando's, and Orlando flung his leg over Viggo's
thigh, in a mindless attempt to get closer to the other man. 

Viggo moaned when he felt the bulge concealed in Orlando's jeans
come into contact with his hip.  A heady surge of desire rushed
through him when Orlando ground his hips against him and he realized
just how aroused the other man was.  He pushed his own hips forward,
against Orlando, needing him to know just how hard Orlando had made
him.

Orlando moaned openly into their kiss in response, tangling his
hands through Viggo's hair, letting the silken strands slip through
his fingers, luxuriating in the sensation.   As their lips and
tongues stroked and teased, Orlando's hips began moving in small,
rhythmic motions against Viggo, just enough to generate friction
against the hardness pulsing in his jeans.   

Viggo's hand began traveling in a downward path from Orlando's head,
raising goosebumps as it teasingly skimmed over the bare skin of
Orlando's neck.  He slowly stroked his hand down the length of
Orlando's back, enjoying the play of muscles under the fabric as
Orlando's body shifted in small motions against him.   His hand
paused at the waistband of the jeans that encased the slender hips,
and he ran his hand over the rough fabric - knowing that the skin
underneath would be wonderfully soft and smooth.    Orlando made a
soft, encouraging noise in the back of his throat, and Viggo's hand
slipped lower to cup Orlando's buttock, drawing their hips more
firmly together.   

They continued to kiss under the stars - fully clad bodies moving
and straining against each other; hands roaming over clothed muscles;
feasting on each other with lips and tongues that could not - would
not - ever get enough of each other.

Viggo's tongue returned to the pulse point on Orlando's neck,
reveling in the feeling of the blood rushing so madly beneath the
younger man's skin.   Orlando was letting nearly every breath out as
a whimper - Viggo's tongue and the feeling of his hard body against
him were driving him out of his mind with need.  Words began escaping
his mouth, although he was barely aware of what it was that he was
saying.

"God, Viggo.  So good, you feel so fucking good against me.   I
thought I'd go out of my mind if I couldn't touch you like this soon…"

"Mmmmmmm… it feels so amazing to have you in my arms, too.   To be
able to kiss you," Viggo captured Orlando's lips in a short, intense
kiss. 

"…and touch you," his hand tightened up on Orlando's jean clad hip.

"…and taste you," he ran his tongue up the length of Orlando's
throat; "…you taste divine."   As if to emphasize that point, Viggo
bit down gently on the sensitive skin at the juncture of Orlando's
neck and shoulders, eliciting a whimper.   The responsiveness that
Orlando exhibited in his arms added fuel to the flames of his desire -
he had dreamed of this, yes.  Wished for it.  He now realized that
those dreams could not hold a candle to the intensely physical
reality of this moment - a physicality that was heightened by the
powerful emotions that he felt for Orlando.

"You feel wonderful.   God, you're so hot… it makes me want to…" 
Viggo broke off, moaning breathing raggedly as Viggo realized just
what it was that he wanted to do to Orlando.  Repressing a desperate
moan, he bit down just that little bit harder into Orlando's skin,
eliciting a gasp from the younger man's lips.  The thought occurred
to him that if Orlando was this responsive while kissing fully
clothed, that Orlando naked and making love would undo him completely.

Viggo's sentence hung in the air, unfinished - the thought, the need
expressed by that incomplete thought, was tangible in the atmosphere
around them.  He found his head clasped in both of Orlando's hands as
Orlando guided their lips together for a short and yeaning kiss.  

"And just what does it make you want to do, Viggo?"  The timbre of
Orlando's voice was low, and he pushed his hardness against Viggo's
hip.  Dark lashes fluttered over his eyes as he searched Viggo's
gaze.  "I'm sleeping in the makeup trailer tonight.  Do you want to
go back there me, maybe?"  Orlando's lips drifted softly over
Viggo's, murmuring his last question in a low, sensual voice:  "So we
can touch and kiss and taste each other some more?"

"Yes.   God yes."  

"Okay."   Orlando smiled, and his eyes, which had been locked on
Viggo's, closed as he leaned forwards and captured Viggo's lips in
one more longing kiss, his hand stroking the side of Viggo's face.  
"Let's go."

They reluctantly disentangled their limbs, and Viggo got stood,
feeling cold in the night air now that he was deprived of the warmth
of Orlando's body.  He extended his hand, and helped Orlando to his
feet, pulling the younger man against his chest.  He wrapped his arms
around Orlando, needing to feel him back within his embrace, the
warmth of his body against his, and his lips so close… so very close
and swollen from their kissing.   Lips that Viggo so desperately
needed to kiss again.

Their lips met in a wet, open-mouthed kiss, needing to taste as much
of each other as they could.  Their arms wrapped around each other,
drawing their hard, straining bodies together. Hands mapped the
contours of musculature hidden under layers of clothes, aching to
touch the skin that lay underneath.

Orlando broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, his eyes searching
Viggo's as his hands clasped the other man's face. He pressed a
gentle kiss to Viggo's lips before saying, "Viggo, we should go to
the trailer.  If we don't go now…" Orlando shuddered, and he kissed
Viggo again, passionately this time, barely in control of his
reaction to their newfound intimacy.  He wanted to get as close to
the other man as he could, and that was something that he couldn't do
out in the open.   

As the kiss ended, Viggo's eyes remained closed.  He sucked his own
lower lip into his mouth to savour the taste of Orlando.  He wanted
this; he wanted this wonderful, sensual kissing and so much more. 
And Orlando was right - what he wanted to do, hoped to do, with
Orlando could only be done in the privacy of the trailer that Orlando
had planned to sleep in that night.

"Okay, Orli.   Lets go." 

Orlando quickly bundled up the blanket that they had been lying on. 
They each grabbed their flashlights, and flicked them on,
illuminating the ground in front of them with two wide circles of
light.   Viggo put his arm around Orlando's shoulders, drawing him
close, and Orlando's own arm made its way around Viggo's waist, as
they began making their way back to the circle of trailers.

"You know we didn't actually do that much star gazing."

"I guess we didn't.   I'm starting to think that you just used the
stargazing as an excuse to get me alone in a dark place."

"Of course I did!  Couldn't let an opportunity like that go by. 
Lets see… go back to the trailer alone after drinking too much at a
campfire, or go back to the trailer with you after making out under
the stars."   Orlando turned to Viggo as he said this, and captured
his lips in a short kiss.  "Tough choice."

"Well, I'm glad that you came up with this idea.   I was a little
disappointed when I heard how many people were going to be here
tonight.  I was trying to think of ways to get you alone before you
suggested this, and the best I could come up with was accosting you
on the way to or from the john."

At this Orlando laughed, and shook his head.  "That's bloody
romantic, Viggo."

"I thought so.  But I like your idea better."

They walked along in silence for a few beats before Orlando spoke
again.  "So you had the same ideas as me about tonight?   Viggo, I am
so glad that it's not just me… I've wanted to do this with you for
the longest time, but I wasn't sure if you felt the same way about
me."

Viggo stopped and turned Orlando to face him, marveling over the
softness of the skin as he cupped the younger man's jaw in his hand. 
"I do Orlando.   I've wanted you since we first met.  And I want you
to know…" his eyes dropped momentarily as his heart leapt in his
chest with fear and anticipation at the thought of revealing how he
truly felt.  He met the other man's gaze again, seeing desire, and
hoping that he wasn't imagining the other, deeper emotions that lay
within those dark brown eyes.  "You should know that for me, this
isn't just about tonight.  I want *you*, Orlando."

Orlando pressed a soft kiss to Viggo's lips.  "I know.   I want you
too, Viggo."   He kissed Viggo again, soft and sweet.  "Tonight."  
Lips opened, and the kisses that they shared became more demanding. 
"Tomorrow."  The word was breathed into the space between their open
mouths.  "For as long as you'll have me."

"You might be stuck with me for a long time, then, Elfboy."     

"I can't wait."

"And I can't wait to get you back to the trailer."   With that,
Viggo kissed Orlando passionately, his tongue pushing past the other
man's open lips, caressing the soft pink tongue that he found there. 
The kiss broke, and Viggo found Orlando grinning at him.

"Oh, and why is it that you want to get me back to the trailer so
fast?"  Orlando looked at Viggo seductively, through lowered
eyelashes.   "What are you going to do to me once we're there?"

"Well, I was thinking that I would kiss you some more."  Viggo
pressed a short kiss to Orlando's lips, and continued to talk in his
low, raspy voice.  "Kiss you until you think you can't take it
anymore, until you think you're going to explode.  Then I was
thinking I would undress you slowly, and worship your body with my
hands and tongue. Then…"   Viggo stopped, and ran his hand down
Orlando's throat, causing a shiver to work its way through the lithe
frame.   Orlando's eyes, bright with desire, remained fixed on his. 
"Then, I would make love to you until the sun comes up."

Orlando closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath, letting it out
slowly.  He opened his eyes again and when he spoke again, his voice
was shaky.  "Well then, what are we waiting for?"   

Orlando took Viggo's hand again, and tugged it gently as they made
their way over the rocky landscape towards the trailer.  



Title: In the Glowing 4/5
Author:  Moggie (moggie23x@yahoo.ca)
Pairing:  Viggo / Orlando
Rating: NC-17 
Summary:  In pursuit of a gorgeous shot, Viggo convinces the cast and crew to spend the 
night out under the stars.   
Disclaimer:  I don’t know Viggo or Orlando.  Nor do I have any knowledge regarding 
their sexual orientations or personal life.  This is a work of fiction, pure and simple.
Archive:  Viggorously, LBES, Lirimaer, Mirrormere, CIB, Of Elves and Men.  Others 
please ask – I am sure to say yes.
Beta:  The wonderful Eruberueth Sadril
For the previous chapters, refer to the author’s website: “Unfettered Words”: 
http://pages.interlog.com/~illusion/VslashO/

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The campfire was still burning, sending sparks and smoke ever upwards towards the 
night sky, as the pair re-entered the circle of trailers.   A smaller group than before was 
still gathered around the flames – rounds of raucous laughter occasionally punctuated the 
sound of low voices that emanated from the group.   They were thoroughly enjoying the 
conversation and the wine, and did not notice two figures slip by in the darkness, making 
their way into one of the trailers.     

The door closed with an audible click – loud in the trailer where the only other noise was 
the breathing of the two men who had just entered it.  The light of the moon did little to 
illuminate the space, and a pale slender hand reached out to flick on a light switch.

Viggo leaned against the counter that was just inside the door of the trailer.  Now able to 
see Viggo in the artificial light, Orlando noticed that his hair was a tousled mess, his lips 
were fuller than was usual, and his clothes were more rumpled than they had been earlier 
in the evening.  He looked as though he had been thoroughly kissed. It was a look that 
Orlando found absolutely irresistible.   

“You look disheveled,” Orlando said with a playful smile.  He moved to stand in front of 
Viggo – so close to him that their bodies were almost touching, faces so near to each 
other that the were breathing the same air.  “Filthy human.”   Orlando teased as he ran a 
finger from Viggo’s collarbone to midway down his chest.

“And whose fault is that?  I seem to remember a certain Elfboy who couldn’t keep his 
hands off of me.”  Viggo smiled and his arms went around Orlando’s waist, pulling their 
bodies closer together.

“I think that it’s your own fault for being so kissable.”   Orlando’s eyes closed as he 
pressed a soft kiss to Viggo’s lips, before breathing more words into the air between 
them.  “And so damned shaggable.”   His hands went to Viggo’s hips, aligning their 
bodies.    He drew a deep breath when he felt the hardness in Viggo’s jeans push up 
against his own erection through their clothes.

“Well, the means by which I got so disheveled was certainly pleasurable,” Viggo 
murmured. He looked into those dark brown eyes, sparkling with playfulness and 
mischief, not inches away from him.  “Why don’t we see if you can’t mess me up some 
more?”

“Yes, why don’t we…” Orlando leaned in, and captured Viggo’s lips in a kiss once more.   
Not a soft kiss this time; this kiss was open-mouthed, wet and demanding.   Viggo 
acquiesced under the pressure of Orlando’s lips, admitting his questing tongue.   The kiss 
became more visceral and intense: the lips and tongue of each man seeking to taste as 
much of the other as he could as they twined their arms and torsos around one another, all 
constant motion and breaths let out as moans.

Temporarily breaking contact, Orlando stepped slightly away from Viggo, grasping his 
hand.  As he held Viggo’s eye, Viggo thought that he was very picture of temptation:  the 
curls of his mohawk mussed and twisting in every direction, moist lips glistening, and 
skin that was flushed and glowing.  Dark eyes that radiated sensuality completed the 
alluring picture, eyes that looked directly into Viggo’s.  In that moment, he felt that they 
looked straight into his heart, into his soul, that they saw what it was that Viggo wanted 
most.  

“Come.”  Orlando tugged Viggo’s hand, and turned towards the short, narrow hallway 
that led to the bedroom.

They stopped just inside the door to the small space, and Viggo wrapped his arms around 
Orlando from behind, running his hands over the chest that was rapidly rising and falling 
in time with the younger man’s breathing.    He leaned into Orlando, and nuzzled the soft 
skin at the back of his neck, dropping kisses and inhaling his scent.  Orlando closed his 
eyes and drew a deep breath as he arched his neck to the side, exposing his throat for 
Viggo’s warm, open-mouthed kisses.   The kisses moved from the sensitive skin at the 
juncture of Orlando’s neck, trailing warm and wet up to his face.  He turned his head 
towards Viggo, allowing the sensuous mouth access to his jaw as they moved closer to 
his own open lips.

Orlando turned in his arms, and their lips found each other again, drinking in the taste and 
the sensation of each other.    Orlando’s hands moved between their bodies, and went to 
the buttons of Viggo’s shirt.  One by one, the nimble fingers worked the buttons out of 
their holes, until the shirt was hanging open around Viggo’s body.   

Orlando broke the kiss, leaving the both of them breathing heavily and staring into each 
other’s desire darkened eyes.   He wanted to see Viggo’s expression, see his reaction as 
he touched the naked skin of his body for the first time.  Holding the other man’s eyes, 
Orlando’s hands parted and moved underneath the soft fabric, finally coming in contact 
with Viggo’s skin.   

Viggo’s eyelids fluttered and he drew a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of Orlando’s 
warm hands touching his body.  It was both delightful and maddening: finally having 
Orlando’s hands on his skin sent fire burning through is veins – he wanted nothing more 
than to strip off Orlando’s clothes and throw him on the bed.   Yet, at the same time he 
also wanted to draw out this first time with Orlando.  He wanted to savour the experience, 
to savour the young man who was stroking his hands over his pectoral muscles, and 
looking at him with an expression that was tender and oh, so filled with lust.

Orlando’s hands reached his shoulders, and pushed the shirt off and to the floor.  Viggo 
groaned as Orlando once again kissed him, his lips and tongue moving as molten lava 
against his own.   The heat of those lips against his, and the feeling of Orlando’s clothed 
body pushing up against his – chest to chest, pelvis locked to pelvis – broke the last 
thread of restraint.  He kissed Orlando back – hard, wanton and demanding – and felt 
rather than heard the other man moan into this mouth as Viggo ran his hands over 
Orlando’s body, pulling at the shirt that still clothed him.    

The kiss broke briefly as he pulled the shirt over Orlando’s head, throwing it to some 
dark, forgotten corner of the room.   Then, their mouths met again and their bodies were 
drawn back together to rock against each other in a demanding rhythm, sweaty skin 
pressed against sweaty skin.  Hands moved relentlessly over muscles, gripping, stroking, 
and touching everywhere that the flesh was hot and bare.  Orlando moved a hand between 
their bodies, sliding down over the taut stomach that was so close to his own, coming to 
rest on the hardness that was straining against Viggo’s jeans.   Deliberately teasing, he 
cupped it and pressed down as he kissed Viggo harder, reveling in the groan the other 
man let out when he pushed his tongue into his mouth.

Viggo began pushing his hips against Orlando, trapping his hand against his groin, 
between their bodies.  The feeling of Viggo’s erection underneath his hand and the 
knowledge that it was he, Orlando, who had turned his friend on to such a degree, only 
served to increase Orlando’s own arousal.  He had to touch him – he had to feel him, 
without the clothes, without the jeans in the way of his hands.  

He fumbled with the button of Viggo’s jeans.  Once undone, he unzipped the fly eagerly, 
wanting to get inside to the flesh that lay underneath.   Opening the jeans, he pushed his 
hand inside and under the fabric to find Viggo’s length hot and pulsing.  When he closed 
his hand around Viggo’s cock, and stroked from base to tip, Viggo’s response was a 
deep, rumbling groan and a tightening of hands on Orlando’s body. 

Orlando’s hand continued to move on Viggo’s flesh, and bolts of pleasure reverberated 
throughout his body.   Viggo’s mind was starting to swim – all he knew was the feeling 
of Orlando in his arms, his lips and tongue against his own, Orlando’s hand inside his 
jeans stroking him with grip that was both coaxing and relentless.  He was having trouble 
standing upright and simply wanted to be naked and in bed, with this wonderful young 
man wrapped around him.   

He began walking Orlando towards the bed, nudging forward with his hips, pushing his 
cock into Orlando’s fist as he did so.   When the back of Orlando’s legs hit the bed, 
Viggo gently pushed Orlando down upon it.  Orlando took the hint, and with one last 
yearning kiss of Viggo’s lips, he relinquished his grip of Viggo’s erection, and lay back 
on the bed.

Taking in the decadent sight of Orlando, sprawled on the bed with kiss-swollen lips and a 
bulge in his jeans, Viggo held the other man’s eyes as he pushed his jeans and boxers 
down his legs.  Orlando couldn’t help but stare, transfixed.   The sight of Viggo naked 
and aroused before him was something that he had wanted for so very long.  His body 
was a masculine work of art - the contours of his chest were covered by a spray of hair; 
his lean, muscular torso tapered downwards to where his cock rose, proud and long, from 
between his legs.   

“Fuck, Vig.  You’re gorgeous.  You’re just so bloody gorgeous…”   Orlando’s eyes 
traveled over the body of his friend before him, taking in the smooth skin, noticing that 
the skin was marked by ink where his leg met his torso: a crescent moon. He grinned. “I 
didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

Viggo grinned back as he got on the bed and stretched his naked form out on his side next 
to Orlando, who turned to face him.  “Well, I guess you haven’t been in a position to get 
a good look at it before, have you?”

“Well, I am now, and I think it is lovely.”  Orlando reached his hand down to gently trace 
the crescent shape with his fingers.  The simple touch caused goosebumps to appear on 
Viggo’s skin, and the sensitive flesh quivered slightly under Orlando’s hand.  “And very 
appropriate, considering that the first time I kissed you, we were lying under the moon 
and stars…”

Viggo smiled, looking into Orlando’s eyes, then letting his gaze follow the path of his 
own hand as it stroked down Orlando’s torso.  The soft, smooth skin raised in 
goosebumps in the wake of his hand, which eventually came to rest gently upon the 
sunburst tattoo that adorned the younger man’s body. He caressed the sensitive skin 
there, rubbing in slow circles, and then looked back into Orlando’s eyes.  “And also 
appropriate considering that you bear its counterpart on your body.”

Orlando smiled at that, moving his hand lower to wrap around Viggo’s erection, gratified 
by the deep breath he heard when he began to stroke his hand gently over the flesh.  “We 
match.”  He moved his hand over Viggo’s cock, and watched the other man’s eyes close 
briefly as the sensation washed through his body.   

Viggo opened his eyes, and brought his hand to Orlando’s face, lost in sensation and 
wondering at the beauty before him.  “Yeah.  We match,” he affirmed in a low whisper, 
before leaning forward to capture Orlando’s open lips with his own.  

Viggo felt Orlando’s arms come around him to hold him close, his hands slipping down 
to where the small of his back rounded into the curve of his ass.   He kissed Orlando 
deeply, conveying the passionate fire that he felt for the other man with his lips.  Orlando 
whimpered and Viggo felt the hands that were caressing his back and buttocks tighten in 
their grip.   He deepened the kiss further, and Orlando writhed against him, pushing his 
jean-clad hips against Viggo’s erection.    

Viggo moved the hand that was resting gently on Orlando’s face, wanting touch him and 
explore the topography of his body.   It moved softy, almost teasingly down his throat, 
over his collarbone where it raised goosebumps on the tender skin.   His hand lingered 
over a nipple, where it touched and stroked the pebbled bud, causing the younger man to 
groan lustily into the kiss.   It continued downwards, trailing over ribs, flattening itself 
against the taut stomach, moving lower until it found a trail of dark hair that continued 
beneath his jeans.

He undid the button that held the garment together, and broke the kiss to look at Orlando, 
finding that the younger man’s eyes were hooded and darkened with desire.  Then, the 
only sound in the room other than the rapid breathing of the two men was that of a zipper 
slowly being pulled down, inch by inch.  Viggo knew that he was teasing Orlando – knew 
that he needed to be touched. The anticipation was a palatable thing, overwhelming in its 
intensity.

With the zipper finally undone, Viggo moved the flat of his hand to the waistband of 
Orlando’s boxers, and slid his hand underneath the fabric, into the heat where Orlando’s 
desire lay, hard and pulsing against his stomach.   Orlando’s eyes widened and his 
breathing hitched as he felt Viggo’s calloused hand close around his throbbing erection.  
Then, when the hand began stroking slowly up and down the heated length, the brown 
eyes fluttered closed, and a small moan escaped his lips.

“Oh fuck, Viggo… touch me.”  Orlando’s voice was low and breathy.   Small breathless 
moans escaped Orlando’s mouth as he burrowed his face against Viggo’s neck.

Wanting to coax more of these delightful noises out of Orlando, Viggo increased the pace 
of the hand within Orlando’s boxers, and soon the moans were louder and more fervent.   
Orlando was moving against him, arching his hips to thrust his cock into Viggo’s hand, 
matching the older man’s rhythm.    The feeling of the lithe body moving against him, 
and the knowledge that he had reduced Orlando to a quivering bundle of need was 
intoxicating to Viggo.  He wanted more – he wanted everything that Orlando had to give.  

Right at that second, Viggo wanted to taste him.  He moved his thumb over the head of 
Orlando’s cock, and he felt the wetness that was oozing out of the tip.   

Orlando was dripping.  

The sensation of the warm, slippery fluid on the head of Orlando’s cock fanned the 
flames of Viggo’s lust to an incredible degree.  Viggo moaned and removed his hand 
from Orlando’s boxers and sucked Orlando’s essence from his thumb, closing his eyes as 
he savoured the taste.  He opened his eyes slowly as he removed his thumb from his 
mouth, and smiled as he looked at the aroused young man beside him.  “You taste so 
good, Orlando.  So good… I need to taste more of you.”

Orlando thought that nobody had looked at him with such bare need and desire as Viggo 
was right now.  The man looked as though he was going to devour Orlando, and Orlando 
knew that he would enjoy every second of it.  “Fuck, Viggo, do it.  I want you to.”

With that, Viggo pushed Orlando onto his back, and then his lips were on Orlando’s 
throat, licking and sucking the tender skin.   His hands were everywhere, moving 
continuously on Orlando’s undulating body – stroking and caressing every inch of skin 
that he could reach.    His mouth moved lower – he grazed his teeth against Orlando’s 
collarbone, and then fastened his lips upon the flat, dusky disc of Orlando’s nipple.  He 
gently bit down on the sensitive skin and Orlando moaned, arching into his touch.

Viggo gave Orlando’s furled nipple one last teasing lick, and looked up to see the other 
man’s eyes closed, and his breath coming harshly through a mouth that was gaping open.  
Orlando had completely surrendered the sensuous onslaught to his senses – an onslaught 
that wasn’t even close to being over yet.

Orlando felt as though Viggo was blazing a trail of fire down his torso as he continued to 
press open-mouthed kisses to his sensitized skin.  He was whimpering when Viggo 
reached his navel, and snaked his tongue out to explore the small, soft indentation – an 
act that made Orlando think of Viggo’s tongue licking another, more sensitive opening to 
his body.

“Mmmmmm… I really do like your tattoo.”  Viggo moved to lick and kiss the pointed 
design that adorned Orlando’s abdomen.   He thought himself to be a sun worshipper – 
and now it was really true.  He was worshipping the glory of the sun embodied in the 
form of a lithe, golden skinned boy.

“You do?”

“Yes.” He stopped tracing the design on Orlando’s stomach just long enough to speak. “It 
suits you – a sun shining bright and strong, bringing light to everything around it.  That’s 
how I see you.”   

“Viggo…”   Orlando closed his eyes as Viggo’s tongue laved the sensitive skin, tracing 
the outline of the design, worshipping him with his mouth.  Orlando felt an intense 
emotion welling up inside of him – an emotion so overwhelming that he was almost 
frightened by it.  He wasn’t sure he could put a name to it, but he thought it might be 
something like love.

Momentarily breaking his worshipful path down Orlando’s body, Viggo lifted his mouth 
from Orlando’s stomach, and grasped the waistband of Orlando’s jeans and boxers.   He 
tugged the clothes down, following the trail of dark hair to where it merged with a 
tantalizing bed of curls.   He pulled the jeans down further over slender hips, and 
Orlando’s cock was revealed – long, thick, darkly engorged with blood, and with a tip 
that was glistening wetly with the fluid of his arousal. 

Not wanting to wait until he had stripped the jeans from Orlando’s body, he bent his head 
to taste the skin along the underside of Orlando’s cock.  He closed his eyes as his tongue 
painted one long, wet stripe up to the head of Orlando’s cock, and he was rewarded with 
a throaty, hoarse moan from above.  

He found that the skin at the head of Orlando’s cock was smooth, hot and deliciously 
slippery with the fluid that was continually seeping out of the slit.  He wrapped his lips 
around the tip, and tasted of the younger man, savouring the flavour.   The cock in his 
mouth throbbed, and he felt the hips underneath him thrust ever so slightly.  He opened 
his eyes, and saw Orlando’s hands bunching in the sheets on either side of him.  Looking 
up, he was mesmerized by the sight of Orlando’s dark, hooded eyes looking down at him, 
an expression akin to amazement on his face.  

“So good, Viggo.  Your mouth feels so good on me.  God, I’ve only dreamt about this…”  
Orlando’s voice was rough with the arousal he was feeling, far more intense than any he 
had experienced before.  It was an arousal that was very powerful, not just because of the 
feeling of Viggo’s mouth on him, but also because of the deep emotions that he felt for 
the other man.

Viggo lifted his mouth from Orlando’s cock, now wet with the moisture.   “It is about to 
get even better, Orli.  God, you taste so wonderful – I want to taste all of you.”    With 
that, Viggo moved lower and finished stripping the younger man, pulling the jeans and 
boxers from his body.  He kneeled back on his feet, his cock rising hard between his legs, 
mesmerized by the sight of Orlando naked and aroused before him. 

Unable to stifle the impulse to express his admiration for the beauty before him, he spoke 
in a low voice, husky with desire.  “So beautiful.  God, Orli, you’re so incredibly 
beautiful.” 

A warm smile spread across Orlando’s features.  He was overjoyed to have his friend – 
his incredibly sexy, wonderful friend – in bed with him, looking at him with lust and 
desire, telling him he was beautiful, making love to him. It was so intimate, raw and real.

“And you, Viggo, kneeling naked between my legs like that, are the sexiest fucking thing 
I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah?”   Viggo grinned and cocked an eyebrow up, intrigued by Orlando’s playful tone. 
He placed his hands on Orlando’s shins, and began running them up the younger man’s 
legs.

“Yeah.”  The word was breathed from Orlando’s lips as Viggo’s hands reached the 
juncture of his thighs, and paused there, to frame the younger man’s erection with 
splayed fingers.

“And why is it so sexy?”  The question was asked in a low, intimate voice.   “Is it 
because I’m naked and hard for you?”   He leaned over Orlando’s body, bracing 
Orlando’s hips against the bed with his hands.  His breath drifted over Orlando’s cock as 
he hovered, open lips just inches away from Orlando’s heated flesh, and looked directly 
into the other man’s eyes. “Or is it because I’m between your legs, and my mouth is so 
close to your cock that you can almost feel it around you?”

Orlando moaned at these words, and his cock twitched – Viggo talking dirty to him was 
one thing he hadn’t expected or anticipated.  Those words said in that voice – the voice 
that he could listen to for hours on end – drove his arousal to a whole new level.   He 
tried to thrust his hips up into Viggo’s open mouth, which he knew was wet, warm and 
inviting.   Viggo’s hands held him firmly to the bed, restricting his movement, and the 
younger man moaned.  “Both, oh fuck, both Viggo.   Please.”

“Please what?”  Viggo looked up into pleading eyes.  The obvious lust and desire that 
Orlando had for him was intoxicating. He knew that he was teasing the younger man – 
but he also knew that the anticipation and need that Orlando was feeling would only 
heighten his pleasure.   

“Please put your mouth on me.”   

“Well because you asked so nicely…” Viggo leaned down, gripped Orlando’s erection in 
one hand, and then wrapped his lips around the pulsing crown.  He smiled around the 
flesh in his mouth when he felt the hips beneath his hand thrust upwards as the younger 
man tried to push his cock into the wet heat.   Wanting to drive Orlando to further 
distraction, Viggo used his lips to massage the head of Orlando’s cock, feeling the strong 
lithe body buck against him as his tongue probed the slit, tasting the salty liquid that he 
found there.   

Viggo settled between Orlando’s wide spread legs and began caressing Orlando’s length 
with his mouth.  He moved his lips ever so slightly further down the heated length with 
each downstroke; lips coming back up to the tip to hold and grip the head gently on each 
upstroke.    His tongue worked the underside, stroking against he smooth, tight skin with 
each pass over the sensitive flesh, occasionally giving teasing flicks across the tip.   

Beneath Viggo’s mouth, Orlando became motion and pure sensation.   His hips bucked 
underneath the gentle pressure of Viggo’s hand; and thus restricted, the pleasure that was 
reverberating through his body generated movement elsewhere:  his hands gripped and 
released the sheets beneath him; his legs shifted ceaselessly in small movements on either 
side of Viggo’s body, toes digging into the bed; his head rocked side to side on his 
shoulders.   Moans and gasps escaped his parted lips as he lost himself in the sensation of 
Viggo’s mouth stroking him. The intense feeling of his cock throbbing between Viggo’s 
lips, and the sensation of Viggo’s tongue moving wetly against the sensitive vein on the 
underside was one of the most delicious things he had ever experienced. 

As Viggo continued to move his mouth over Orlando’s cock, he became increasingly 
turned on by the desperate writhing of the body beneath him and the noises that the 
younger man was making – his own cock becoming harder and heavier between his legs.   
Knowing that Orlando was close, and wanting to draw out the pleasure that he was giving 
the other man, he drew his lips up to the top of his erection and then began dropping 
light, teasing kisses down the length.   His reward was a frustrated moan, and the feeling 
of Orlando’s hand in his hair – gripping tight, fingers moving in random patterns against 
his scalp.  

“God, Viggo – please.  You’re such a fucking tease.   If I had known… Fuck…”

Viggo chuckled at this, knowing that Orlando was closer to orgasm, and that he needed 
more than these light teasing kisses.  Still, the frustrated whimpers that the younger man 
was making were so delightful, and so he could not resist teasing him further.  The kisses 
that he bestowed on the sensitive, heated skin became wet, open-mouthed wanderings up 
and down the shaft.  His tongue laved the skin, drawing progressively more lascivious 
moans out of his partner.   

Moving back up to the crown, he delicately lapped up the fluid that had collected there 
before using his tongue to draw Orlando’s cock back into his mouth.   He set a rapid pace 
on Orlando’s flesh, and moved his hand from where it was holding Orlando’s hip, 
downwards, between the young man’s legs.  He heard a groan as he gently held and 
caressed the sacs, which were drawing up against Orlando’s body.  

“Oh, fuck, Viggo that feels so good.  I’m so close.”   Viggo looked towards Orlando’s 
face, and found himself lost in eyes that were intensely dark.  He held Orlando’s eyes as 
he continued to caress his cock with his mouth, and watched as the sensations and 
emotion played across the fine features.  He saw lust in that open mouth, tongue darting 
out to wet the lips.  He saw desire in those flushed cheeks.   And he saw a deep emotion 
in the depths of those dark eyes, which widened momentarily when the climax began to 
hit, before the eyes flew shut and the head arched back, mouth open as a loud groan was 
torn from his body.  Viggo felt Orlando pulse in his mouth, and he drew his lips back to 
hold the crown between his lips as he was flooded with Orlando’s release.

His mouth remained around Orlando’s cock, gently holding it as the other man came 
down, taking in the last of his release.    He made low noises of appreciation in the back 
of his throat as he savoured the taste, and delighted in the knowledge that he had made 
his friend come – that he had seen, in Orlando’s eyes, the moment that it had hit.

Finally releasing Orlando’s cock, he made his way up his lover’s body, and gently settled 
himself down up on him.   He propped his head up on his elbow, and despite the 
overwhelming need that he felt for the other man, he found himself entranced by the sight 
of Orlando in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.   His cheeks were flushed, there was a gentle 
smile on his features, and when the soft brown eyes opened to stare into his own, he was 
overwhelmed by the emotion that he saw in them.

Orlando moved to kiss Viggo’s lips gently, tongue darting out to move between Viggo’s 
open, swollen lips as he did so, tasting himself inside Viggo’s mouth.

“Mmmmmm…. Viggo that was so good.    So fucking amazing.   Even if you are a 
bloody tease.”

Viggo just smiled at this.  “If I’m not mistaken, you seemed to very much like the 
teasing.”

“Oh, I did.  That I did.”  He kissed Viggo again, hand moving to hold the back of Viggo’s 
head as he did so.  “I might even get you to do that again sometime.”

“Fuck, you wouldn’t be able to stop me from doing that again.  Watching your face when 
you came in my mouth was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.  I want to see that again.”  
He kissed Orlando’s lips, short and sweet.  “And again.”  Another kiss, grabbing and 
holding Orlando’s bottom lips between his own.  “And again.   God, that was just so hot.”

He kissed Orlando, deeply and possessively, feeling the younger man’s pliant and sated 
body melting beneath him.   Orlando’s arms came around Viggo to pull him close, his 
hands moving down to rest on Viggo’s hips, which thrust gently against him in small, 
rhythmic motions.  Viggo was still desperately hard and need of release.  Teasing the 
younger man, bringing him to the brink and back, had left Viggo powerfully aroused and 
he desperately hoped that Orlando would not do the same to him. 

Orlando broke the kiss, and looked up at Viggo with wide, dark eyes.   He could see the 
need, written in transparent words of fire upon Viggo’s skin; could feel the lust in the 
movements of Viggo’s body on top of his, in the way that Viggo’s hips pumped against 
him in a constant, rolling motion.   He knew what Viggo wanted – he just had to let 
Viggo know that he needed it too.  He needed it so very, very desperately.

“You wanna fuck me, Vig?”  He felt Viggo’s hard erection twitch against him as he said 
these words.    Viggo’s lashes fluttered momentarily over eyes that were darkened, wide 
pupils outlined by an iris of the deepest cobalt.   

He looked back into Orlando’s eyes and spoke. “More than anything.”

“You can, you know.  I want you to – I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to 
have you inside me for so long.   I want it.  God, I want you.”

“You have me.”   Viggo kissed Orlando then – a kiss full of need and fire.  “I’m yours.   
Oh, and I’m going to make you feel so good.”   Slick lips met again, tasting of one 
another as Orlando’s hands roamed the damp, sweaty skin of Viggo’s back.  “So fucking 
good.”

Amidst the kissing, a thought emerged from Orlando’s desire clouded mind, one that 
caused a short thrill of panic to shoot through his system, and he broke the trail of wet 
kisses that he had been lavishing along Viggo’s collarbone.  “Viggo.”  

“Hmmmm?”   

“I don’t have any lube with me. Do you?”   From the way that the other man’s brow 
furrowed, he knew what Viggo’s answer would be before he even spoke.

“No.  No, I don’t.”   Viggo burrowed his face in Orlando’s neck, letting loose a moan of 
frustration and disappointment as he did so.   “I don’t usually bring it with me on location 
shoots.”

Orlando giggled at that.  “Neither do I – although this might be a lesson for the future:  
always bring lube, no matter where or what the occasion.”

“I think that is a good rule.”   Viggo stilled his movements against Orlando’s body 
beneath him, trying to get his body to relax.   He felt Orlando’s hands move to the back 
of his head, dragging his face out of the crook of Orlando’s neck.   He looked down at 
Orlando, seeing the desire and want in the other man’s eyes before he was pulled in for a 
kiss:  a kiss that started of slow, soft and sweet before progressively becoming more 
torrid.

“You know, there *are* other things that we can do, Viggo.”  

“I know.”   He kissed Orlando back, letting his lips transmit the desire and emotion that 
he felt. “Its just that…”

“Its just that you were about to fuck me, but now…”  He stopped, as look of realization 
came over Viggo’s face.  “What?”

“We’re in the make-up trailer.”

“Yeah… I’m sure that Catherine and Marta keep lube stashed away here, in secret 
places.”   Orlando giggled at the thought.

“No, really – they do.”   Orlando’s eyebrows went up at that. “Not stashed away – its part 
of their kit.  Whenever they want Aragorn to look particularly sweaty and grimy, they use 
lube.  It doesn’t evaporate like water does.”

A slow grin spread across Orlando’s features.  “Well, what are you waiting for?  Go get 
it.  Then come back here and fuck me, you big stud.” 

Viggo kissed Orlando briefly before scrambling out of bed, a giddy thrill coursing 
through his system.   Walking naked into the main part of the trailer, he looked through 
the makeup kit before he came across what he was looking for.    

He made his way back to the bedroom, and his eyes fell up on the sight of Orlando, 
looking absolutely debauched sprawled on the bed the way he was, running his hand up 
and down the length of his hardening cock.    He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was 
to end up here tonight with Orlando – gorgeous, sexy Orlando – and how amazing it was 
that Orlando returned his feelings.   He knew that wasn’t just about sex – although sex 
certainly was foremost on his mind at the moment.  What this night was about, in 
essence, was the two of them getting to know one another as lovers.  And right now, his 
lover was looking at him with devastatingly seductive look on his face, his lips quirking 
upwards into a sensual grin, and his eyes peering out from under lowered lashes.

“Found it?”

“I did.”   

Needing to be touching Orlando’s skin again, Viggo made his way over to the bed, its 
covers now rumpled as a result of their lovemaking.  When he stretched out beside the 
lean, naked body of his friend, Orlando turned to him, a rather saucy grin on his face.  
“Why don’t we put it to good use then, yeah?”

“Mmmmmm…. that sounds like a good plan.”

Orlando drew Viggo to him, savouring the feel of his smooth skin under his hands.  He 
began dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses down Viggo’s throat, progressing slowly and 
deliberately towards his collarbone.  Sensuously grazing his hands over Viggo’s chest, he 
smiled when he saw the goosebumps that spread in waves over the surface of the heated 
skin.   Viggo moaned appreciatively, his head falling back as his eyes closed, luxuriating 
in the sensations that Orlando’s hands were drawing out of him.  

Solid, more fervent strokes of his skin followed, as Orlando’s hands glided down Viggo’s 
back, tracing the smooth contours of muscles that guided his hands lower towards 
Viggo’s buttocks.  Squeezing the soft flesh gently, Orlando’s hand then moved to trace a 
meandering path over Viggo’s hip, to find Viggo’s cock, rising long and hard from 
between his thighs.

He began moving his hand in rhythmic motions up and down Viggo’s length; the slow, 
languid pace of his hand combined with the wet movements of his tongue a against the 
hollow of Viggo’s throat drew moans from the older man’s mouth.  As Viggo strived to 
get in closer contact with the man who was pleasuring him, and increase the unhurried 
movement of fingers and palm on his flesh, he began to unconsciously thrust his hips, 
forcing his cock into Orlando’s hand with greater force.  Viggo’s cock felt so good in his 
palm that Orlando had see it, and looking down, he wet his lips at the sight of Viggo’s 
cock thrusting into his hand, fucking his fist.  Wanting to cause the other man to writhe 
more desperately in his grasp, he increased the pace of his hand up on the flesh.  

The more fervent touch of Orlando’s hand had the desired effect – ripples of pleasure 
radiated outwards from where Orlando was touching his skin, and Viggo could feel 
himself being driven closer to the edge.  Breathless and panting, Viggo gently reached to 
tilt Orlando’s face upwards towards his.  He was met with dark eyes that were glazed 
with arousal, and wet open lips.   

“Orlando,” His voice rumbled out of his chest, rough and husky with arousal.  “God, 
Orlando… you turn me on so much… if you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

Feeling Viggo’s arms tighten around him as Orlando drew their bodies closer together, 
Orlando moved his hand to Viggo’s hip before leaning forward to kiss his reddened lips.  
Orlando poured all of his desire – all of the need and want he had felt for this man since 
he had met him – into the movement of his lips and tongue, the ardent thrust of his hips 
and the gentle caresses that he was lavishing on Viggo’s body.
 
Orlando drew back, and regarded Viggo with a lust darkened expression as he lay back 
and widened his legs.  “Well then, don’t wait any longer.   I need you inside me Viggo.  
Now.”

His eyes remained fixed on Viggo’s – conveying not only lust and desire, but trust as 
well. Viggo leaned down to kiss the younger man; reaching between his legs to stroke 
and caress Orlando’s already rock hard and pulsing erection.  Orlando whimpered softly 
when Viggo slowly ran his hand up Orlando’s length, finding it wet at the tip once again.

“I want you.”  The words were whispered through soft, parted lips.

“Then take me.”

With almost imperceptibly shaking hands, Viggo retrieved the small tube and opened it, 
spreading the gel on his fingers.   Leaning into Orlando, and letting his torso stretch along 
the warm length of the man next to him, Viggo reached between Orlando’s legs, hand 
gently cupping and holding the balls before moving lower and deeper.   Watching 
Orlando’s face, wanting to see the reaction as he entered Orlando’s body for the first 
time, Viggo traced one slick finger around Orlando’s entrance.  A sharp intake of breath 
was heard as he touched Orlando in this intimate spot, and he smiled as he moved his 
finger around over the soft skin.  The boy was needy, a fact that was most eloquently 
communicated by the entrancing way in which Orlando bit into his lower lip, and the 
lustful thrust of his hips towards Viggo’s hand, inviting him into his body.

Slowly pushing up and inwards, Viggo’s finger breached the boundary to the body that 
writhed against his own.  His reward was a quickening breath, widening of brown eyes, 
and his name whispered on his lover’s lips.

Viggo leaned in towards the warm body beside his, running his tongue slowly up the 
column of Orlando’s throat as he moved the finger within the tight channel.   Orlando 
moaned and writhed against him as he added another finger, and then twisted and curled 
them both, wanting to find the spot within Orlando’s body that would cause him to cry 
out with pleasure.   

“Oh fuck, Viggo… that feels so bloody good.”  Viggo grinned at that and stroked 
Orlando’s prostate repeatedly, wanting to draw more of those delicious, lustful sounds 
out of Orlando’s open mouth.  Fully immersed in the feeling of Viggo’s fingers inside 
him, and Viggo’s lips on his throat, Orlando panted against Viggo’s skin, his body in 
constant, unceasing motion.

Viggo withdrew, reluctantly, smiling at the small sound of disappointment that Orlando 
made when his fingers left his body.  He moved to kneel between Orlando’s legs – once 
again feeling as if he was worshiping at the altar of an unimaginable beauty. 

“Here, let me.”  Orlando opened the tube that lay beside him on the bed, and slicked a 
generous amount of lube on Viggo’s erection.   Viggo closed his eyes and tilted his head 
back slightly, enjoying the sensation of Orlando’s slippery hands on his flesh.   Thus 
posed, Orlando couldn’t help but marvel at the flawless masculine beauty of the man 
before him, whose cock pulsed hard and hot underneath his fingers.  

Orlando removed his hands, and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist, nudging him 
forward ever so slightly.  Viggo opened his eyes and looked down on the sight before 
him: his friend Orli – naked, beautiful and aroused, and waiting for Viggo to make love 
to him.   He felt utterly thunderstruck by the intensity of this evening and the joy that was 
suffusing his being – joy that was pure and physical and that begged for a release.

Viggo began the slow push inwards, eyes locked to Orlando’s as he lost himself in the 
emotions flitting over the handsome face and the sensation of Orlando’s body beneath 
him.  Forward he moved, past the ringed muscle, seeing those brown eyes widen slightly 
as Orlando’s mouth opened in a gasp.   The muscular heat gripped the crown of his 
erection, and Viggo felt a powerful pulse of arousal surge through him as he reveled in 
the feeling of being inside Orlando for the first time.  He inexorably pushed forward into 
the welcoming body inch-by-inch, feeling Orlando’s heat pouring over him in waves, 
until he was fully sheathed within the velvet heaven.

He paused, and stroked his hand down the side of Orlando’s face, enjoying the contrast 
between the smooth skin under his palm and the intense grip on his cock.  Orlando didn’t 
break eye contact as he turned his head slightly to run his tongue over Viggo’s palm – the 
simple movement of wetness against the sensitive skin sending a thrill through Viggo’s 
body.  

“God, Orlando this is…”  Unable to finish the thought, he briefly broke eye contact as 
closed his lids fluttered closed in reaction to a shudder that ran through his body.  It was a 
rare moment that the poet found himself at a loss for words.

“Incredible.  I know.”  Orlando’s hands ran over Viggo’s body, sliding downwards to 
grasp his hips.  He gave them a gentle tug as he pressed Viggo’s buttocks forwards with 
his feet.  Orlando wanted and needed to feel Viggo moving inside his body, claiming 
Orlando and marking him as Viggo’s own.

Not needing any further hints, Viggo braced his hands on either side of Orlando’s head 
and began to move – withdrawing slightly then flexing his hips as he thrust forward 
again.  As he sunk inwards, his breath exited his mouth as a heavy exhalation – a sound 
that was rife with lust and pleasure.  Slowly, languidly, he moved within Orlando, 
reveling in the wet, hot grip and release on his cock, swallowing younger man’s needy 
moans with deep, possessive kisses.   

Loving and yet frustrated by the slow, torturous strokes, Orlando gripped Viggo with his 
hands and his thighs.  Arching his body, he pushed back against Viggo in an effort to 
draw the older man into a faster rhythm.   But Viggo would not be hurried – he took his 
time – fucking Orlando steadily and unhurriedly, purposefully dragging his cock over 
Orlando’s prostate with each stroke until the young man was reduced to a mass of 
moaning, writhing need beneath him.

“God.  Fuck.  Viggo, please. ” Orlando looked up at Viggo’s face, an imploring 
expression on his face.  He grasped Viggo’s face him both hands as he reached up to 
capture Viggo’s lips in a short kiss, before whispering against them, “Fuck me harder.  
Please.”

Viggo smiled down at the powerfully aroused young man below him, knowing that he 
would give in to the request:  despite his desire to draw out this first time making love to 
Orlando, the desire to thrust into his willing body hard and fast was overwhelming.  

“For you, anything.”  With that, he grasped Orlando’s hands and pinned them on either 
side of his head, before withdrawing almost completely from the warm, vice-like grip of 
Orlando’s body completely. He paused a moment to look down into the large, lust 
darkened eyes, and heard Orlando whimper slightly in anticipation before Viggo pistoned 
his hips forward in a swift, powerful motion.    Viggo felt Orlando’s muscles ripple 
around him as Orlando threw his head back and let loose a long low moan.   

Seeing the exposed skin of Orlando’s throat, Viggo descended and latched his mouth 
onto the soft, sensitive skin, licking and sucking as he rocked his hips at a rapid tempo 
against Orlando’s body.  Pleasure crashed through Viggo’s being, and he delighted in the 
movement of the body beneath him, which was driven to wild motion and lascivious 
moans as the pounded into him.   “So good, Orli,” he murmured as his tongue traced the 
chords of Orlando’s neck.  “God, you feel so good.   So fucking good.”

For Orlando’s part, finally having Viggo inside of him was intrinsically overwhelming 
and he was only able to make unintelligible noises of pleasure in reply.  The experience 
was physically intense:  the feeling of Viggo’s hard, masculine body moving over him 
made him feel claimed and possessed; Viggo’s lips and tongue on his throat drove him to 
distraction; and Viggo cock thrusting into him relentlessly, hard and deep, sent bolts of 
pleasure to ricochet throughout his body.  It was glorious:  these sensations combined 
with the knowledge that it was *Viggo* who was making love to him – the whole 
experience was so amazingly intense that he felt driven close to the edge at a very rapid 
pace.   Orlando was so close - so very, incredibly close - and he desperately needed to be 
touched.  Yet Viggo’s hands – his hands remained, pinning his own to the bed on either 
side of him. 

Orlando knew that he had lost his grip on coherency – he was awash in emotions and 
swimming the in pure sensation radiating throughout the core of his body.   Articulating 
his need became difficult, as he seemed only able to make sounds of pure pleasure at 
each pass of Viggo’s cock over his prostate.  Simple words of need were the only ones 
that escaped his mouth:

“Touch me,” he gasped breathlessly between moans.  “God Viggo, please touch me.”  

Viggo’s lips traced a sensuous, wet path up Orlando’s jaw to his mouth as he released 
one of Orlando’s hands from his own, which he slowly slid down Orlando’s body.  He 
took Orlando’s cock in a firm grip as his lips took Orlando’s in a deep, possessive kiss – 
claiming Orlando with his own mouth, hand and cock.   Thrusting into Orlando 
relentlessly, each stroke driving the younger man closer to release, he relished the feeling 
of Orlando completely letting go beneath him.

The constant moans released from Orlando’s mouth spurred Viggo on, and he increased 
the speed and tempo with which he pounded into the willing body beneath him.  
Animalistic sounds of lust rumbled from Viggo’s chest with each thrust as the need for 
release overtook his senses.  Needing more friction – needing deeper contact with the 
core of Orlando’s body, he released Orlando’s mouth and changed the angle so that he 
could push farther, deeper and more fully into the tight channel that encased him.    

Throwing back his head, and thrusting his cock into Viggo’s hand, a litany of curses and 
praise escaped Orlando’s mouth as his moans increased in intensity.  The sensations 
coursing through his body made him feel as though he was lit on fire.  Enraptured by the 
abandon Orlando exhibited, Viggo went harder, faster and deeper into his body, all the 
while increasing the pace with which his hand rode Orlando’s cock.   

The younger man became pure motion and sensation beneath him – all flushed skin, 
undulating hips, erratically moving limbs and dark eyes of pure need. Viggo felt the 
erotic sensation of Orlando’s cock pulse with his fingers, before the younger man was 
taken by a violently intense orgasm: his eyelids flew closed as he threw his head back, 
howling as the release took him and his seed spilled over Viggo’s hand.

Orlando tightened in rhythmic motions around him, and the sight of Orlando, shuddering 
around him, pushed Viggo right over the edge.  With one final, vigorous thrust into 
Orlando’s silken, quivering heat, release claimed him. A bolt of pure, intense and 
staggering pleasure overwhelmed his being, and he lost himself completely in the feeling 
of Orlando and the intense emotions that gripped his soul.   Shuddering and moaning, he 
spilled his essence deep into Orlando’s body; the rolling waves of sensation that washed 
over him left him gasping, shaking and calling out Orlando’s name.

Aftershocks continued to pulse through each man’s body as they came down, breathing 
deep, synchronized breaths as their minds returned to reality from the other-world of 
pleasure. Viggo looked down to see the younger man regarding him with a wondering, 
tender expression on his face.  

“Viggo, watching you like that was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My god.”  
There was more emotion to Orlando’s voice than he could effectively put into words – 
being with Viggo, being allowed to see him in ecstasy, and knowing that it was because 
of *him* - Orlando felt overwhelmed and thunderstruck. “That was just… just incredible.  
You’re so gorgeous.”

Viggo’s breath was taken away at these words.  “It was incredible.   Because of you.  
God, I wanted you for so long, and it was so good. So amazingly good.”  He reverentially 
caressed one hand down the side of Orlando’s sweat dampened skin, marveling in the 
glory that he was allowed to touch.  “You’re so beautiful, Orlando.  So goddamned 
beautiful.”

Orlando reached up to grasp Viggo’s face as he pulled him in for a kiss.  Their lips and 
their tongues moved languidly, lovingly as Viggo settled himself down on Orlando’s 
smooth body.   Orlando’s arms encircled Viggo, pulling him close; Viggo’s hands came 
to gently hold Orlando’s head as he bestowed loving, tender kisses to lips that were 
swollen and red.  After the long day, the evening spent by the campfire, and the intense 
lovemaking, the fire that had burned through their veins was replaced by a warm glow of 
blissful contentment.  They remained pressed together, lips moving gently against each 
other, each man feeling warm, sated, and increasingly drowsy.  
 
Viggo dropped a trail of kisses down Orlando’s jawbone before nuzzling his head into 
Orlando’s neck.   He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the soft skin under his nose.  
His eyes closed and his mind drifted as he savoured the sensation of Orlando’s hands 
moving in gentle, soothing patterns over his back.  It was lovely.  It was wonderful.  It 
was everything that he had wanted and wished for.

Orlando felt relaxed, content and lucid in the afterglow of their lovemaking, though he 
could have sworn that he was in fact dreaming.  A blissful smile graced his features, and 
he reveled in the warm, solid sensation of being blanketed by Viggo’s body.  Viggo’s 
solid chest rose and fell against his as their breathing gradually slowed, and Orlando felt 
the warm exhalations from Viggo’s lips at his shoulder tickling his skin.  While Orlando 
was reluctant to disturb the other man resting contentedly in his arms, he knew that they 
would have to move eventually.

“Viggo, love.”

“Hmmmmm?”

“We probably shouldn’t stay like this.”

Viggo raised his head and smiled as he gazed sleepily into Orlando’s eyes, his longish 
hair dangling down to tickle Orlando’s shoulder.  “You’re right.  We might get stuck like 
this permanently, which would probably completely fuck up the scene tomorrow.”  

Orlando snorted.  “I doubt that we’d be able to run very well like this.”

“Would make for some very interesting outtakes, I’m sure.”  

“Sure would.  Imagine, the Elf and the Ranger attached at the hip – well, not the hip, 
exactly – in a way that Tolkien never imagined.”  

Viggo laughed at that.  “He’d certainly roll over his grave.”   He withdrew slightly, 
sliding out of Orlando’s body, before lifting himself up off the bed.  He ran a hand down 
Orlando’s face, his heart warmed by the affectionate smile that he saw there.  “I’ll be 
right back.”

Viggo retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and sitting beside the younger man, he gently 
cleaned their skin.  His ministrations finished, Viggo turned off the light and lay back on 
the bed, pulling the blankets over their forms as he settled next to Orlando and pulled him 
close.  The younger man draped himself over Viggo, tangling their legs together and 
pressing his head to Viggo’s solid chest.   He closed his eyes as he listened to the steady 
beat of Viggo’s heart under the rise and fall of his chest.   

“I don’t think I’m going to want to leave the trailer tomorrow morning.” Orlando 
murmured as his eyes drifted closed and he sighed in contentment.   

Viggo’s hand stroked in soothing motions over Orlando’s back as he spoke.  “I know 
what you mean.  Tonight has been amazing.”  He let his thoughts drift back to that 
wondrous moment when the boy made of moonlight kissed him for the first time.  “And 
so incredibly magical.”

Orlando’s lips quirked upwards in a sleepy smile.  He knew exactly what Viggo meant – 
he had felt the same way ever since Viggo had laid his body down next to his on the 
blanket underneath the stars. “And dreamlike.”

Viggo’s mind wandered back to the earthy delights that he and Orlando had partaken in, 
still marveling at the boy’s responsiveness and inherent sensuality.  “And so intensely 
erotic.”

“God, yes.  I wish I could stay in bed with you for a week Viggo.”  Lifting his head, he 
bestowed upon Viggo a lingering, tender kiss before looking at the clock beside the bed. 
“As it is, we have to get up in three hours.”   He yawned widely, feeling the need to sleep 
creeping over his senses.

Viggo sighed, and his arms tightened around the slim body that lay against his.  He 
pressed a kiss to the mohawked head, before murmuring into the strip of curls.  “We’d 
better get some sleep then.   We have to be up to catch the sunrise, after all.”

“’Kay.”   Orlando nuzzled his head against Viggo’s shoulders. “’Night Vig.”

“’Night Orli.”  

The breathing of both men gradually slowed as they lay together on the small bed, warm, 
content and happy within the circle of one another’s arms.  As sleep crept over their 
senses, the moon’s path in the night sky brought her within view of the trailer’s tiny 
window.  The moon saw the love, affection and joy that radiated from the two figures 
curled together on the small bed, and blessed them.   The soft glow of the moonlight fell 
across the lovers, bathing them in an otherworldly blue glow.  

As they were buoyed on moonbeams to the otherworld of dreams, the last conscious 
thought passing through each man’s mind was that he was falling in love. 

//
TBC