Fic Title: Sleeping It Off
Author's Name: Lostiawen
Series: Sleeping It Off
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Author's site: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling 
Rating: NC-17            

Pairing: OB/?
Genre: RPS

Feedback:  Yes, please.

Summary: Recipe for Trouble - One Orli, add way
too many drinks, and a lost bet to Elijah.  Shake
and let loose at a party.

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

Author's Notes: Nothing deep, just some fun, 
smutty silliness.

Originally posted April, 2003.

*****


"Hey, someone needs to drive elf boy home!"  Elijah 
yelled drunkenly.  "He's getting way too friendly," 
he said as he tried to pry Orlando off of his lap.
Elijah yelled again, but the party at his house 
was in full swing, and everyone was having too 
good of a time to hear his request.

"'M fine," Orlando slurred.  "Know what, 'Lij?  I 
love you, man!" he leaned in to try to kiss Elijah 
again.  The smaller man promptly ducked out of his 
way.

Elijah laughed.  "Won't Dom, Billy, Hugo, and Marton 
get jealous?  You said the same thing to them."

"Yeah, an' they told me to sod off,"  Orlando said, 
his eyes trying to focus and failing.

Karl walked up, and Orlando promptly peeled himself 
off of Elijah and draped his body over the dark-haired 
man.  Karl had caught his interest before, and the 
alcohol made him bold.  "Hey, Karl.  I love you, man!"

Karl wrinkled his nose as Orlando declared his undying 
affection.  "Whew, what've you been doing, elf boy?  
I'm not exactly sober and I can smell the booze 
coming out of your pores."

Elijah said helpfully, "He tried to out-drink Dom 
and Billy on whiskey shots.  Then he started guzzling 
down whatever was available."

"An' I wuz almohst winning," Orlando slurred loudly.  
He planted a sloppy kiss on Karl's mouth, and the larger 
man laughed and deposited him back on Elijah's lap.

"Wussa matter, Karl, d'ntcha fancy me?"  Orlando 
protested.  "I thin' you're deva..deva..fucking
'andsome."

"I think you're quite cute, too, Orli, but I don't want 
to have you losing your lunch on me because of how 
pissed you are."  Karl said, kissing Orlando on the 
nose.  "We'll talk when you're sober."

Elijah wrinkled his nose, "That's really disgusting, 
Karl."

Karl replied, "Yeah, well, I prefer erring on the 
side of caution, especially with how many drinks I'm
guessing he's been mixing."

Orlando loudly said, "I've got an 'credible tolerensh.  
Don'tcha worry."  Karl laughed and walked out of the 
room.

Harry had come closer to see what the shouting was 
about.  "Nice lap decoration you have there, Elijah.  
Is this going to be a permanent thing?"

Elijah laughed, "Not really.  He's pretty heavy."
He ducked as Orlando tried to plant another kiss on
him.

Orlando squinted and realized that Harry was standing
in front of him, "Harry! I..."

"Yeah, I know," Harry said, cutting him off, "You love
me, right?"

Orlando cackled, "How'd you guesh?"

"You've only been saying that for the last two hours or
so."  He leaned closer. "So," he said wickedly, "Do I get my 
kiss, elf boy?"

"Of coursh," Orlando said, "I fancy you, too."  

He leaned in and Harry claimed his lips.  The older man
kissed like a tornado, devouring Orlando until his
drink-addled brain completely shut down from the overload.

Orlando was still gaping when they parted.  Harry grinned
evilly and said to Elijah, "There, that ought to shut
him up for a bit."

Elijah giggled, "Thanks, Harry."

Harry leaned over to whisper in Orlando's ear, "Look me
up when you can string a proper sentence together."  He
grinned again at Elijah before he left the room.

Orlando finally closed his jaw and said, "Whoa."

Elijah glared at him, "Don't tell me you were trying to kiss
me because you wanted to sleep with me?  I'm not interested,
Orli."

Orlando said with a wobbly grin, "Nope, wuz trying to do
it to tweak you.  And to get even for looshing that bet."

Elijah sighed.  "Should've figured. And when in the fuck are 
you going to learn that your skinny ass can't keep up with Billy?  
I gave up after two contests."

Orlando looked at Elijah dully.  The room was spinning, 
and he had trouble focusing, but he didn't care.  He 
tried to finish his drink, disappointed to only find ice 
in his glass.  "Need another one..." Seeking alcohol, 
Orlando grabbed Elijah's hand and tried to drink his beer.

"Fuck, Orli, that's *mine*.  I don't need any of your 
cooties."  Snickering, Elijah gave Orlando a shove in the 
direction of the kitchen.  "Go get your own!" he yelled.

Orlando half stumbled, half reeled through the door.  There 
were a bunch of bottles of various alcohols on the counter, 
and he filled his glass from a random pick.  His focus gone, 
he hadn't realized how quickly he had downed it until his 
glass came up empty again.  He tried to shake his head, but 
stopped because the motion caused it to spin.  He began 
filling his glass again when Viggo and Sean came in.

"Men of Gonad-dor!" he shouted loudly, reeling over to 
them, "I love you all!"  He stumbled, crashing into the 
two men and sending them tumbling into a heap on the floor.

Sean laughed, "I think our elf has had a bit too much.  Can 
you drive him home, Vig?  I'm still comfortably drunk."

Viggo replied, "I'm in the same state you are, baby."  
Orlando had finally registered that he was on the floor.  
He tried to sit up and failed, giggling loudly as he 
fell back onto Sean's legs.

"Let's have Orli sleep it off in the guest bed.  We can 
always fetch him later," Sean suggested.

Orlando blinked dully and snickered some more.  He 
fancied Sean and Viggo but they had hooked up before he 
had a chance to express his interest.  They had been 
together for many months now, and were inseparable.  

Despite his dizziness, Orlando managed to plant a sloppy 
kiss on Sean's cheek.  "You're so...so cool, Sean.  You've 
got that thing going on."

"Thing?" Sean said, amused, his green eyes dancing.

"Y'know, that..fucking sexy oh my god effin amazing 
thing..." Orli giggled before he collapsed backwards.

Sean laughed.  "All right, Orli, I'll take that as a 
compliment.  Now, upsy-daisy." He hauled Orlando to his 
feet, draping one of the slender man's arms around his 
shoulders.  "Get the other one, will you, love?"

Viggo smiled and grabbed the other arm.  They half-walked, 
half-dragged Orlando to the guest room.

The two buzzed men looked at Orlando's stained jeans and 
shirt.  He had spilled wine, beer, and a number of 
unidentifiable drinks on them during the course of the 
evening.  "Looks like he's wearing half the drinks 
around here." Viggo snickered.

"And we really can't have him dirtying the sheets,"  
Sean said.  "Let's get his shirt and jeans off."

The two men swiftly stripped Orlando.  Once they had his 
jeans off, though, they paused in amazement.  Orlando 
was clad in the tiniest of red, shiny briefs. The front 
was v-shaped and barely covered the springy curls over 
his crotch.  The only coverage on the back was a thin 
strip of material that went right up the cleft of his firm 
arse.

Sean finally broke the silence with a wolf whistle.  He 
asked, "Uh, Orli...why are you wearing a red thong?"  
Suddenly, he and Viggo couldn't control themselves and 
began cackling.

Orlando giggled, "I lost a bet with 'Lij, so he bought 
them and told me to wear 'em tonight.  He wanted to see how 
much shifting I'd do with a chafed arse, the wanker."

Sean and Viggo were still howling with laughter.  "Didn't 
notice you squirming too much tonight, Orli." Sean choked out.

"Actually, they're kinda nice," Orlando blurted.  He turned 
around and waggled his arse at them, causing them to laugh 
louder.  "They're silk."

Viggo managed to stop laughing and said, "All right, Orlando, 
bedtime." He lifted Orlando up while Sean pulled back the 
sheets, then he dumped the slender man into the bed.  As Sean 
was tucking Orlando in, the slender man suddenly felt a
wave of lust slowly washing over him.  He giggled, "So, who's 
going to shag me first?"  

Sean said softly, "Just get some sleep, Orli."

Orlando pouted and sat up.  Great, he was being rejected
by Sean.  "Whuz the matter, am I ugly or something?"

Viggo replied, "No, Orli, you're just really, really wasted.  
I'll sleep with you if you just lie down."  Sean looked at 
him skeptically and Viggo said in a stage whisper, "Have to 
get him to relax somehow.  He's too drunk for it to make any 
sense."

Orlando bragged drunkenly, "'m not the type who just lies 
there, Viggo.  I'm damn good!  Evry'man I've shagged says I 
can turn them inside out."

Viggo raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

Orlando draped himself over Viggo's shoulders, breathing 
alcohol fumes at him.  "'N y'know what else?"  Even through 
his haze, he could feel the heat of the older man's body 
against his.

Viggo said curiously, "What?"

"'M fuckin' great with my tongue," Orlando mumbled before 
pressing his mouth to Viggo's.  He tried to extend his tongue to 
tangle it around Viggo's, but his brain couldn't quite get it 
to work properly, so he settled for sliding it against the 
older man's.  At least, he tried to, but for some reason 
his tongue kept banging against Viggo's teeth.  

Viggo gently pushed him back.  Orlando pressed forward again, 
but Viggo held him off.  The younger man tried a few more 
times before it dawned on him that Viggo was refusing his 
kisses.
 
"Whuzza matter, Vig?  Don't you fancy me?" Orlando said 
sadly.  That hurt even more than being rejected by Sean.
He had ached for Viggo for so long that it hurt.  He felt 
immensely depressed and his eyes started watering.  "I've
always fanshied you.  Ever since you walk' on the set."

"Shh, Orlando, don't cry,"  Viggo said, hugging him.  He put 
his hands on the slender shoulders and said reassuringly, 
"Just lie down, and you'll feel better."

Orlando flopped backwards onto the bed.  It was much too 
hard to think, and Viggo's words somehow made sense. "M'Kay," 
he said drunkenly.  "You know, I always wanted to shag both 
of you."

"Night, Orli." Sean said as he turned out the light.  He and 
Viggo left quietly.

Orlando felt the bed pitch and roll underneath him.  He 
wanted to get up, but his limbs just felt too heavy.  Lying 
here felt good, especially since turning in bed made his head 
spin and his stomach jump.  He'd get up eventually, once the
bed stopped swaying, but for now he just had to rest...

***

Orlando was nudged to wakefulness by a hand stroking his 
cheek.  It was still hard for him to think, but at least the 
bed stopped moving.  It was incredibly quiet in the house, 
and he could hear someone softly breathing behind him.

"Mmm?" he muttered.  It was completely dark, and he 
couldn't see a single thing.   He was lying on his side, and 
he was vaguely aware of someone standing behind him.

"Shh," a male voice whispered.  The hand stroked downward, 
lightly caressing his jaw.

Orlando purred and tried to roll back.  He felt heavy, 
brain still dulled by sleep and alcohol.  The touch disappeared, 
and Orlando whimpered in disappointment.

"Don't turn around," the voice whispered again.  Orlando 
rolled back onto his side, cooing as his phantom lover's hand 
returned, caressing his neck.  He recognized the voice, but
his brain was too hazy to pin it down.  All he knew was that
it was someone he had been attracted to.

Orlando arched into the touch, enjoying the scrape of the 
callused skin against his sensitive flesh.  His skin started 
tingling, and the light caresses felt wonderfully, meltingly good.

The hand paused again, "Do you want me to stop?" the mysterious
person whispered.

"No..." Orlando breathed.

A mouth attacked the slim column of his neck and he arched up,
crying out quietly, loving the light nips sending small shocks
through his body and the hot tongue soothing the tiny bites.

"More," Orlando groaned.  He quivered in anticipation as he
heard the whisper of clothes being removed.

He felt the bed dip slightly as someone climbed in.  Soon, a 
hot, naked, muscular body was pressed up against his back, 
and he felt the nudge of a hard cock pressing its length 
against the silk-covered cleft of his arse.

Orlando moaned softly, trying to will himself to move 
his hips backward, to get more contact, feeling himself 
getting hard.  His limbs wouldn't respond, and he could only 
lie there as his chest was caressed by two warm, big hands.  
They stroked him slowly, circling in and then tweaking his 
nipples into hardness.  Warm breath fanned across his cheek, 
and a hot tongue slowly licked the whorl of his ear.  He cried 
out gently, feeling his body suffuse with heat.

"Christ!" he groaned out as the hands moved lower, mapping 
the planes of his stomach.  The warm body rubbed up against 
his back, the hard erection grinding into him.  He writhed 
slowly, feeling light-headed, his consciousness fading in 
and out.  Now he was vaguely aware of his neck being nibbled 
on again, he arched up, small moans escaping his throat, 
vaguely drifting on waves of sensation.

He faded back in when his lover cupped his erection, tracing 
it through the silk.  The soft material rubbing against him 
was making him harder than he thought was possible.  He 
thrust against the mysterious person's hand, his senses 
focusing around his cock, happy that he finally persuaded his 
hips to move.  His arms and legs, however, still refused to 
respond to his brain.

His lover grabbed his stiff flesh firmly, reaching down with 
his free hand to toy with the tender sacs underneath, while 
grinding against him from behind.  Orlando gave a choked 
groan, feeling himself drowning in the sensation of the silk 
rubbing everywhere, creating enough friction to excite him, but not 
enough to get him off.

Fuck, it felt so good, he blurredly thought.  Softness everywhere 
on his skin, sliding around him, hard cock pressing against him.  

One of the hands moved and he heard the snap of a plastic lid 
being flicked open and a familiar wet, squishing sound.  He felt 
a tug at his arse, feeling the material of the thong being 
pushed to one side, and his breath caught in anticipation.  He 
felt a slick finger pressing into him, and he pushed back 
eagerly onto it, hissing in pleasure as it slid past the tight 
ring of muscle.  Another was added, and Orlando pumped against 
them, seeking more contact.  His lover's left hand tugged on the 
thong until it could wrap the silk around the head of his cock.  
Nimble digits flicked and rubbed him through the smooth fabric
until he felt like he was melting inside.

The fingers inside of him suddenly curled forward, rubbing 
against his sensitive gland.  Orlando convulsed, back arching 
as every nerve was electrified.  He mewled as they stroked 
against the bundle of nerves, driving him insane with need.

"Now..." he panted, "Oh god, fuck me now."

"Don't move," his lover rasped in his ear.

Orlando whimpered in protest when the hands and fingers 
withdrew and the warm body rolled away from his back.  He 
stopped complaining when he heard the sound of a condom 
wrapper being torn.  His body vibrated, aching to be filled.

He moaned as he felt the muscled body pressing against his 
back again, the nudge of hard flesh at his entrance, and 
the rough hand grabbing his hip.  Orlando hissed as he was 
penetrated at an agonizingly slow pace, the smooth slide in 
sending small jolts up his nerves.  He groaned as his lover 
touched bottom, feeling an ache creep through his body from deep 
within him.  Beads of moisture were oozing from Orlando's now 
neglected cock, dampening the front of the thong.

The hard cock slowly withdrew at the same pace at which it 
entered, sending tingles rippling up Orlando's body.  The slow 
thrusts continued, setting his body on fire and shredding his 
patience.  He needed more, and he needed it *now*.  

He writhed and made small cries as his lover slid in again, still 
going languidly.  He was still too drunk to move his arms 
and legs and grab the mysterious person.  He felt like he was 
floating as he was entered slowly, his cock feeling like it 
was turning blue from his held back orgasm.  After far too 
long, the pace quickened, and all he could do was moan and 
thrash around in place.

The fingers finally closed around his aching cock and he 
screamed in release, hearing his lover groan loudly 
behind him, feeling the cock pulse within him as his 
mystery man shuddered and came.

His lover pulled out and turned him around to kiss him.  
At that point, Orlando felt himself fading rapidly and he 
blacked out before they could press their lips together.

***

Blinding light and a throbbing headache woke Orlando up in 
the morning.  He groaned as he painfully sat up.  Shit, he 
thought, I must've gotten really monged last night.  The last 
thing he clearly remembered was him trading his fifth whiskey 
shot with Billy.

He slowly realized that he wasn't in his bed.  And he was 
completely naked.  Motherfucking bollocks, *how* much had he 
drank anyway?  He silently hoped that he hadn't made a fool 
of himself, since he knew that he had a tendency to get overly 
affectionate when he got pretty tanked.

He forced himself to look around a bit more, feeling more 
pain as he attempted to focus.  That's right, he thought, as 
his mind slowly came back on-line and he recognized his 
surroundings, this is 'Lij's guest room.  I must've crashed 
here. 

He stumbled out of bed to get dressed, and it suddenly 
dawned on him that his arse felt like it had been stretched.  
Christ, he thought, hope I didn't shag someone and completely 
forget about it.  Wouldn't that be tacky?

Orlando looked around for any evidence that he had been 
with someone, cursing the fact that the molecules in the 
room were banging against his hair and scalp and making 
him wince.  His heart sank when he saw the discarded 
condom in the garbage.  It also now dawned on him that his 
arse felt like it had seen a lot of activity.

Great, he thought, probably had the best shag of my life 
and I don't remember a thing.  

To his annoyance, he couldn't find those ridiculous pants 
that Elijah had made him wear last night.  He searched every 
corner of the room, but they were nowhere to be found.  He 
grimaced as he saw his shirt and jeans.  His clothes were 
plastered with various stains and were stiff and crusty.  
He sighed and dreaded going out to face the ribbing that 
he was sure to get from the hobbits.

He wrestled himself into his clothes and opened the 
door as quietly as he could.  His head was still pounding, 
and he soon felt it exploding as he drew close to the living 
room.

Billy was passed out on a chair, and was snoring loudly.  
Somewhere else in the room, Orlando thought he saw 'Lij's 
foot sticking out from under a blanket on the floor and Dom's 
spiky hair peeking out from behind the recliner.

Blessing his good luck, he tiptoed out the front door, got 
into his car and drove home.

His tired brain finally registered that it was Sunday 
when he walked through the door.  Feeling incredibly lousy, 
he stripped off his clothes, took a long shower, and spent 
the rest of the day recuperating.

He was dreading coming into work on Monday, but fortunately, 
the hobbits had an incredibly early call, and Viggo and Sean 
were only needed later in the day.  Once he was out of makeup, 
Orlando figured that he could easily spend the rest of the day 
dodging everyone.  At least, he could avoid them until they 
became so enmeshed in filming that they would forget about his 
possibly embarrassing behavior on Saturday.

Bright and early Monday morning, he happily bounced into the 
makeup trailer, and promptly squeaked in surprise when he saw 
Sean sitting in his chair.  None of the makeup artists had 
arrived yet.

"Morning, Orli."  Sean said brightly, sipping his tea.

"S-s-sean," he stammered, "I thought you weren't supposed 
to be in until later."

"Peter changed his mind.  So, I see you're feeling 
better, Orli."

Oh no, Orlando thought, here it comes.  "Uh, yeah.  I guess 
trying to drink Billy under the table wasn't such a good idea."

Sean laughed, "You should know better than to out-drink a 
Scot.  Care for some tea?"

Orlando relaxed.  He was relieved that he hadn't done anything 
too outrageous.  "Sure."

Sean poured him a cup and as he was handing it to Orlando, 
he purred, "You know, you never did show me how good 
you were with your tongue."

Orlando jumped backwards, a frightened squawk coming out 
of his throat.  "I, what?!!"

Sean smiled devilishly at him, "When Viggo and I put 
you to bed, you bragged to us that you were great 
with your tongue."

Orlando covered his face with his hands.  "Oh god, 
tell me that I didn't say that."

"You also bragged about what a great shag you were," Sean 
continued with glee.  Orlando groaned.  "That is, after 
you asked both of us to shag you."

Orlando turned beet red.  "Although I must say," Sean pressed 
on, his eyes glinting, "I didn't expect you to strip, drop 
to your knees and beg me and Vig to spank you until your bottom 
matched the color of that ridiculous thong."  The older man 
laughed loudly as he finished his sentence.

"Bollocks," Orlando muttered.  He wished that the ground would 
open up and swallow him, but when it didn't, he turned to flee
from the trailer.  Unfortunately, one of the makeup artists chose 
that moment to show up.  She stared, not sure what to make of 
Orlando's crimson face, and the fact that Sean was howling with 
laughter.

Orlando was convinced that he had used up all of his good luck 
on Sunday.  After he got out of makeup, everyone had mercilessly 
teased him about his behavior at the party, and added a few 
embellishments of their own.  The hobbits swore that they
had seen Orlando dump a bucket of ice water over himself 
and strip lasciviously in front of everyone to "Candy Perfume
Boys"; Ian politely told him that threesomes weren't 
really his cup of tea despite Orlando's insistence to the 
contrary; Liv swore that he had streaked down the street 
covered in green jello, and Viggo reminded Orlando of his 
remark about turning his lovers inside out.

After listening to several variations and trying to corroborate 
stories with the less mischievous of the cast, Orlando was able 
to piece a few facts together.  One, that he had tried to kiss 
several men after declaring his love for them and had succeeded 
in a few cases; two, that Sean and Viggo put him into bed; 
three, no one had any idea of what happened to him after Sean 
and Viggo dumped him off in the guest room; and four, only 
Elijah, Viggo, Sean, and whoever he shagged knew about his 
particular choice of pants for that evening.

Vague half-memories of his lover had come back to him.  He 
remembered the feel of the large body against his back, and 
being gently woken by the light touches, but not much more.

However, the large muscular body immediately ruled out many
possibilities.  The only two people he could think of who 
fit that particular body type and whom he had at least 
a passing attraction to were Karl and Harry, neither of whom 
he had talked to yet.  

Sheepishly, he walked over to Karl's trailer and knocked.  
"Come in," Karl's voice said from inside.

Orlando stepped in, keeping his eyes somewhat lowered. "Uh, 
hi, Karl."

"What's up, Orlando?  Besides the fact that you love me?" he 
said, grinning.

Orlando flushed red. "Uhhh, did I do anything else?  Other 
than acting like a complete prat?" 

"Well, let's see, Orli," Karl said as he ticked off points 
on his fingers, "You almost killed me when a spark got too
close to your breath and we went up in a gigantic fireball, 
you said you fancied me, and your kisses were incredibly 
drool-filled.  Does that cover it?"

Orlando shifted uncomfortably.  "Um, I guess so."

"And, Orli?  Red pants really don't suit you."  Karl said 
gleefully.

Orlando flushed.  "I, uh, don't remember much about the party.  I 
at least hope that it was good for you."  

Karl cupped his face and whispered, "Oh yes, Orlando, it was 
well worth it.  I just wished that you hadn't run out onto the 
lawn naked afterward to howl at the moon."

Orlando backed away and laughed, "Wanker.  I've heard so many 
stories about that night that I'm not sure which ones are having 
me on.  How did you know about my pants?"

Karl grinned, "Elijah told me about the bet you had after Vig 
and Sean hauled you off to the bedroom."

"Damn things were really uncomfortable," Orlando said smiling.  
"At least, until I had a few drinks."

"Oh really?" Karl said in a low voice, "Care to demonstrate?"

Orlando blushed again.  Karl was definitely tempting, but he
was now taking it as a point of pride to discover who his
phantom lover was, "I'd really like to, but I need to sort 
a few personal things out first.  No hard feelings?"

"Of course not, Orli," Karl said, stepping forward to give him 
the softest of kisses.  "Drop by when you change your mind.
Bye."

"Bye, Karl," the younger man said as he stepped out.

Orlando left Karl's trailer in frustration.  Okay, he was wrong.  
That left Harry, and he wasn't going to be in this week.

The rest of the day went slowly, Orlando rapidly becoming annoyed 
with the unsolved mystery and the constant ribbing.  Especially
with Elijah, Dom, and Billy calling him "slag boy" and "elf tart"
every chance they got.

He grumbled as he walked out to his car, questions plaguing him.
He turned the key in the ignition and growled when the engine
failed to turn over.  

"Shit," he muttered as he realized that he had left his lights 
on.

Then he saw Viggo and Sean walking to their car in his rear view 
mirror.  He smiled, it looked like the good luck fairy had 
her laugh and had decided to visit him again.

He got out and yelled, "Vig, Sean!"

Viggo looked at him, "What is it, elf boy?"

"My car's dead.  Can I get a jump?"

Sean shook his head.  "We don't have any jumper cables with us.  
You can ride home with us, though, and we can bring them in the 
morning."

Orlando said, "Sounds great."  

As he got into the back seat, Viggo turned around and said, 
"Do you have any dinner plans, Orlando?"

Orlando shrugged, "Not really.  Why?"

Viggo replied, "I have a new recipe that I've been wanting 
to try out, but I always like to make it as is before I do 
any modifications.  Unfortunately, this one would make far 
too much food for either me or Sean to finish.  Having a 
guest over would make it work perfectly for me."

Orlando grinned, "Okay, you got me, Vig.  You know my food 
preferences."

Viggo smiled, "You'll love it, Orlando."

During the rest of the drive back, Orlando had braced 
himself for more teasing, but Sean and Viggo had mercifully 
decided to hold off.  They soon pulled up to the house they 
shared, and Orlando bounced into the living room, the prospect 
of home-cooked food lifting his spirits.

Viggo quickly disappeared upstairs. 

"He'll be right back, Orli," Sean explained.  "He wants to 
check his messages to make sure that Peter doesn't need him 
to come over tonight to talk about script changes.  So, make 
yourself comfortable, mate.  Beer?"

"Please," Orlando replied.

As he was lounging, Viggo came into view again.  He threw 
something at Orli, who caught it on instinct.

Orlando's eyes bugged out when he saw that it was his 
missing red thong.  He looked at Viggo, jaw hanging open.

"They were a mess afterward, so I thought I'd wash them," 
Viggo said quietly.

Sean walked over and put a finger under Orlando's jaw, 
pushing it closed.  "Careful, Orlando, you'll catch flies 
that way," he said mischievously as he backed away from the
couch.

"B-b-but, it couldn't have been Viggo.  The two of you are 
a committed couple," the younger man stammered.

Viggo walked up to stand within a hair's breadth in front of 
Orlando, placing his hands on either side of the younger man's 
head and looming over him.  "We had been discussing opening 
our relationship up to a limited extent.  If one of us wanted 
to sleep with someone else, they had to get approval first."

"I asked Sean after we put you to bed," Viggo breathed softly, 
"I had been thinking about it for a while, but having you drape 
your naked body over me convinced me to go for it."  

"So why didn't you just shag me when you put me to bed?" Orlando 
asked.

"I wanted to make sure that you were at least somewhat sober,"
Viggo said gently, reaching down to gently stroke Orlando's
cheek.

Orlando felt his knees growing weak as his body remembered the 
touch.  "I hope it was good for you, Vig," he said quietly, 
blushing.

Noticing Viggo's puzzled look, he continued, "I don't remember
much about that night, I'm sorry."

Viggo said huskily, "Then you'll have to make it up to me."  He
leaned down and captured Orlando's lips.

Orlando immediately felt himself combust as Viggo kissed him.
His thoughts splintered into nothingness as the older man 
seized control of his tongue, roasting him inside until 
every square inch of skin felt as if it were on fire.

Orlando was panting heavily as they parted, Viggo still
perched above him.  Christ, one kiss and he was already 
rock hard and aching.

At that moment, the soft click of the front door closing grabbed 
his attention.  He tried to turn his head, but Viggo's hand cupping 
his chin prevented it.  The older man buried his face in 
Orlando's neck and murmured, "Sean's just giving us some room." 

Orlando tore at Viggo's clothing, muttering, "Want you naked, 
now." Viggo's low chuckle was cut off by a gasp as Orlando 
opened the fly of the older man's jeans and reached 
underneath his briefs to grab his erection.  Orlando pulled 
upward, twisting his hand as he did so.

Viggo moaned softly, and Orlando repeated the motion until the 
older man was thrusting into his hand.  Smiling, he pulled 
Viggo's cock completely out and began tracing tiny circles 
on the head with his tongue, pausing to lightly lap at the 
moisture oozing out of the slit, savoring the taste.  

"Orlando..." Viggo breathed, his arms trembling.  Orlando 
liberally ran his tongue around and under the base of the 
purple head, and blew lightly on the wet skin.  While Viggo 
was hissing in pleasure, he suddenly engulfed the older man 
in one gulp.

Viggo let out a ragged gasp and began thrusting frantically 
into Orli's mouth.  Orlando began sucking furiously, tongue 
swirling on the sensitive vein on the underside, taking him 
deep into the back of his throat.  Viggo's fingers dug into the 
cushioned back of the couch, knuckles turning white.

"Orlando," he gasped as the younger man continued to eagerly 
devour his throbbing cock.  "Orlando...stop.  I don't want 
to come yet." Viggo said, holding himself rigidly in place. 
With a sigh of regret Orlando relinquished his new toy, a 
small pop sounding as he pulled his mouth off.

Viggo shuddered. He reached down to grab Orlando's head 
and kissed the younger man fiercely.

Orlando felt his synapses short circuiting as Viggo ravaged 
his mouth.  All thoughts immediately went out the door as that 
hot tongue claimed him, taking him completely.

Viggo stripped him without breaking contact, his own clothes 
following shortly thereafter.  The younger man gasped as their 
bare skin pressed together, erections sliding deliciously over 
each other.

Orlando rotated his hips to increase the contact, moaning 
softly as he felt Viggo's hard cock against his.  Oh yes, 
this was definitely worth waiting for.  Viggo grabbed his 
arse in one hand and lifted him up to grind their hips 
together, making Orlando's brain melt.

"Vig, I need you," he panted.

Viggo reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans and 
retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube.  He quickly 
coated his fingers, easing one into Orlando.  

Orlando moaned slightly.  "Christ, Vig!  Now!"  

Viggo grinned at him, "Bossy elf," he said, as he lowered 
Orlando's hips to rest on the edge of the couch.  After 
quickly slipping on the condom and lubing himself up, Viggo 
slid slowly into the slim body, sending Orlando's nerves 
sizzling as each hot inch made its way in.

Orlando whimpered in impatience.  He had been waiting so long
for this, that he wanted Viggo to just fuck him senseless now.

"Faster," he panted.

Viggo ran his hand through the short mohawk, "Patience, angel."

He continued his slow penetration, both of them gasping as he
finally sank down to the hilt.  

Viggo said through gritted teeth, "Goddamn, Orli, you're tight."
Orlando smiled to himself.  You ain't see nothing yet, he thought.

Orlando clamped his internal muscles down as hard as he could 
on the rigid flesh, keeping the older man in place.  He smiled 
as he saw Viggo's eyes go wide.

"Gotcha," he said cheekily, releasing slightly so he could give
Viggo's cock a hard squeeze.  He smiled when he elicited a hiss 
from the older man.  

He grabbed Viggo's muscular back tightly, and wrapped his 
legs around the older man's hips to lock him in place.  "None 
of that slow shit, Vig.  I want you to fuck me with everything 
you've got." He punctuated his demand with another squeeze, 
causing Viggo to moan loudly.

"Uh uh.  It's my cock," Viggo panted out.

In response, Orlando squeezed him again, "Give in?" he asked. 

"No...uh!" he hissed as Orlando cut off his sentence with another
squeeze.

"Give in?" he asked again.

"Forget it...oh, god...", Viggo breathed as Orlando corkscrewed
his hips underneath him and milked the older man's cock with
his muscles.  Viggo whimpered softly, his body trembling.

"Give in?" the younger man purred with a grin.

Viggo nodded mutely.

"Now, move." Orlando growled.

Viggo began to slam into him hard.  Orlando growled, "Yeah, 
that's it." He gripped the edge of the couch and pushed back as 
hard as he could, his cries increasing in volume, squeezing
Viggo hard as he moved, eliciting loud grunts from the
older man.

Orlando felt his hips being pulled slightly upward, and he suddenly 
screamed loudly as he felt Viggo pumping deep into him, sliding 
over his sweet spot with each savage thrust.  Coherency forgotten,
Orlando thrashed and writhed underneath the older man,  
screaming obscenities, meeting his frantic rhythm, slamming 
into him so hard that it felt as if Viggo's cock was
spearing his entire body.

Orlando heard Viggo's breathing becoming ragged.  They continued 
thrusting, the couch shaking and moving with the force of their 
savage motions.  Viggo grabbed Orlando's twitching cock, pumping 
him until the younger man came with an earsplitting keen.  
His orgasm came crashing down on him seconds later, chanting 
Orlando's name as his cock pulsed inside the slender body.

He collapsed on top of the slender body, sweat covering his brow.
They lay together panting for several minutes.

Finally, Viggo said quietly, "You weren't kidding about being able
to turn someone inside out."

Orlando grinned again, "That wasn't it.  I'm saving that trick for
later."  He laughed lightly when Viggo looked at him quizzically.

A sudden memory shot back at him, "Vig?  I found a condom Sunday
morning in the trash.  Don't tell me you went to the party with one
in your pocket?"

Viggo laughed softly.  "Sean and I keep supplies in the glove
compartment, because we got caught without them once when
we really needed them."  He grinned sinfully, "Otherwise, 
I probably would have waited until later to have my way 
with you."

"Wish I could remember more about that night."

Viggo smiled and kissed him tenderly.  "How about I help recreate
it for you after dinner?"

THE END