"Make a Wish, Orli"

By:  Mysse
Feedback: Mystique_1115@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.livejournal.com/users/mysse/
Rating:  NC-17
Genre: RPS
Status: Complete
Pairing:  Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Spoilers:  Nothing most good V/O fans don't know
Disclaimer:  Didn't happen, not making any claims
Summary:  Happy Birthday, Orlando.

Beta Read by the loveable Jen Lynn.

Author's Notes:  I know I have no business posting this until the 13th - but 
I couldn't wait!


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"Ada?" Her musical voice was sleep-softened.

"Shh... close your eyes, angel," Viggo whispered, carefully tucking the 
curly-haired beauty under the covers.

"Bedtime?" she asked, warm brown eyes slipping shut.  

"Way past it, sweetheart," he said gently and watched with a smile as his 
daughter snuggled deeper into the warmth of the bed.  

"Tell daddy I said 'happy birthday' again, okay?"

"I will.  Sleep now, baby," he murmured, stepping into the hallway.

"Love you, ada."

"Love you too."  After quietly closing the door he made his way back 
downstairs and into the living room.  Glancing around, he spotted his lover 
on the deck, a plastic trash bag dangling from one arm.  Los Angeles is 
warm, he noted as he stepped outside, even in the middle of January.  He 
could almost pretend they were back in Wellington.  "No one should clean 
up after their own party," he admonished, wrapping the young man in a 
warm embrace.

Orlando smiled and leaned back against his lover.  "Samantha asleep?"

"Yes," Viggo whispered as he pressed soft kisses into Orli's wild curls.  
"She said to tell you 'happy birthday' again."

The young man chuckled softly and glanced at his watch, "It's not my 
birthday anymore, Vig."

"She's four, Orlando."  They exchanged a smile and then a kiss.

"God, I loved having everyone here tonight," Orli said when they finally 
broke for air.  "It's been too long since we were all together.  When *was* 
the last time?"

Viggo's eyes slipped shut and he pondered for a moment as he brought the 
get-togethers to mind and pieced their Fellowship together.  "Elijah's 
twenty-fifth birthday," he concluded after a few moments.  "That would 
have made it three years at the end of this month if it weren't for tonight."  
He felt Orlando's head shake against his shoulder and opened his eyes to 
see the younger man biting his lip sadly.  "What?"

"Too long, Viggo.  I want us all together more often, no matter what we 
have to do."  Orli turned in his lover's arms and pressed their lips together.

"Was that what you wished for tonight?"  Viggo asked, threading his 
fingers through the young man's impossibly soft hair.  He began pressing 
tiny kisses over Orlando's face, down the column of his throat.  The 
American darted his tongue out to taste the tiny freckle on his lover's neck.

"Maybe," Orli said enigmatically as he arched into the gentle touches.  
"Viggo," he whispered and then gasped as the older man's talented hands 
found the straining erection in Orlando's jeans.  "Make love to me, 
Viggo."

The poet groaned and began pulling Orlando toward the sliding glass door.

"No," Orli said, and Viggo turned and looked at him questioningly.  "Out 
here, under the stars."

"You can't see the stars in the city," Viggo argued even as he followed his 
lover toward a chaise lounge near the pool.

"Maybe not," Orli countered as he paused to grab a small bottle of olive 
oil from beneath the barbeque, "but I still know they're up there."  He 
placed the bottle on the ground next to the lounge and sat down.  Looking 
up, he captured his lover's eyes and began slowly removing their clothes.  

When they were both naked, Orlando leaned back and spread his legs.  He 
gently tugged at Viggo until the older man was lying fully on top, nestled 
between the young man's warm thighs.

Viggo placed both hands against Orli's head and leaned down to claim his 
lips in a soft, searching kiss.  The artist's tongue teased the young actor's 
lips in a silent plea for entry.  Orlando opened his mouth and willingly 
submitted as Viggo slipped his wet muscle inside.  

Reaching down, Orli grabbed the bottle and uncapped it, pouring a 
generous amount of the oil into his hand.  He dropped it carelessly to the 
ground and reached between their bodies.

"Orli?"  Viggo asked quietly.  He watched intently as slender fingers 
spread the oil over his weeping cock.  He continued watching, but couldn't 
stop from moaning aloud as the same slender fingers penetrated Orlando's 
body. Viggo watched his lover prepare himself until Viggo knew he had to 
feel that tight, satiny heat around him.

"I've waited all night to feel you inside me," Orlando whispered as his 
fingers left his body only to encircle the American's throbbing arousal.  He 
guided the thick cock toward his puckered entrance.  "Don't make me wait 
anymore, Vig."

Viggo nodded a bit before sliding himself fully into his lover's waiting 
body. Both men sighed at the feeling of completion and Viggo leaned 
down and kissed
Orlando.

"I love you so much," the older man murmured, his words ghosting across 
Orli's lips.  Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, setting a slow, steady 
pace.

"I love... Oh, Viggo... I love you," Orlando whimpered, his hands and hips 
in constant motion.  The former touching every part of Viggo he could 
reach; the latter rising and falling in counterpoint to his lover's.  He looked 
up into the blue gaze that held so much love and passion.  "I *can* see the 
stars," he gasped, "I can see them in your eyes!"

Viggo groaned and reached down, grasping the young Brit's cock in his 
hand. 
"Make a wish, Orli," he breathed, "make a wish."

"C'mon, Orli - make a wish already!"  Elijah?

Orlando blinked and looked up.  He glanced around at the large group of 
people gathered in the main catering tent.  The girls from make-up, Peter, 
Fran, the stunt team, and the entire Fellowship were looking at him 
expectantly.

"C'mon, elf-boy," Viggo said, an amused glint in his eye, "we're not all 
immortal, you know."

Orlando looked back down at the twenty-three candles burning brightly in 
a sea of chocolate.  He closed his eyes, made his wish, and blew them all 
out.  
He smiled up at his friends as they all cheered and yelled 'happy birthday' 
in various languages.  Orlando backed up a little as Fran swept in and 
kissed him before taking over cake-cutting duty.  

"So, what did you wish for?" said a low voice in his ear.

Orli turned and smiled at Viggo.  "You know I can't tell you.  If you say a 
wish out loud it won't come true."  The American smiled and reached out 
to gently stroke the younger man's cheek.  "But-" he began before 
snapping his mouth shut.

"But what?"  

"I- I can show you.  If you want..." Orlando gathered his courage before 
raising his eyes to Viggo's.  He laid himseld bare in that instant and the 
artist's eyes widened.  "Can I show you?" Orli whispered.

Unblinking, Viggo nodded.  "Please."

Orlando leaned forward and kissed him.


END