So tired. So hot. So achy. Need to get off this set. Need to get back to the hotel. Need to take a nice, three-day-long nap. Need to watch where I'm going so I can avoid crashing into the . . . too late.
"Sorry, sorry," I stammer as I back away from the slightly irate-looking crew member. "Really sorry about that."
I fumble around in my pocket for my keys I approach the car park, my eyes lighting up as I spot the rental car that's been assigned to me. My oasis in the desert. After those ten wonderful days in New Zealand, followed by the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' premiere and press jaunt, flying to Mexico and getting back into the swing of 'Troy' was a bit difficult. I'm enjoying myself now, but a long day like this tends to make me a bit lonely and homesick.
"Hey Orlando, wait up!" Shit, who needs me now? I turn around and manage a smile when I see Brad, still in full Achilles armor and costume, jogging towards me with a parcel. It really is quite cool to think about the fact that I hang out on occasion with Brad Pitt, and I don't care how much of a star-struck dork that makes me sound like.
"What's going on man?"
"This is for you," he tells me, handing me a medium-sized cardboard box. "I guess it came this afternoon and one of the set assistants was trying to find you; I thought I'd save her some legwork and track you down myself."
"Thanks," I say. I turn the box over and my heart skips a beat when I see Viggo's handwriting. Sure enough, the house we share is listed as the return address (although his name isn't on the box). My wonderful boyfriend sent me a package, and I feel incredibly loved right now.
"Earth to Orlando," Brad laughs, sounding very much like a hobbit at that moment. "You with me?"
I blush and laugh nervously. "Sorry, got a bit distracted."
"I gathered. You had a hell of grin on your face just now."
"Oh, well a friend sent me something," I explain. It's sort of the truth, after all. "You know, my friend Viggo from the 'Rings' movies? And I got kind of excited because he tends to put together these fabulous little things for me, like books and photograph collections and such, and he's just such a *great* guy. I tend to get a little, like, homesick on these shoots, so he must have sent me a package to make me feel better. He's the best like that." Yeah, that was subtle.
"Sounds like he's a good friend," Brad says with a grin, and I blush again.
"Um, yeah he is. So speaking of 'Friends', when is your wife Rachel coming down here? I really want to meet her."
He laughs at the dumb little joke we've got going between us. "For the millionth time, Orlando -- her name is Jennifer."
"Not to me, man," I tease. "That program has been on the telly forever, even in Britain. She's definitely Rachel."
"Well, then I'll call Rachel and ask if she's free."
"Thank you." I grin and hoist the package under my arm, feeling that fatigue beginning to set in again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Brad." We say our goodbyes and I head off to my car. Now it's time to get back to the hotel and find out what Viggo sent me.
*****
That shower felt *fantastic*. I'm so much more relaxed now, and I'm in a good mood as I toss off my towel and reach for some skivvies to lounge around my hotel room in. I suppose I could go starkers, since the curtains are closed and all, but Viggo bought me these boxers a while back and I absolutely adore them. Since he sent me this little parcel to keep me company tonight, I figure that I should dress appropriately when I open it.
"Now, what are you?" I ask the parcel rhetorically as I sit down on the bed. "What did the mad artist create, hmm?" Usually my sense of curiosity would lead me to shake the box, but I'm afraid of breaking something if Viggo's made me a fragile piece of art. He's only been back from Denmark for about ten days, so I have no clue what he would have been able to make for me, unless he was working on it since before he left for Europe back in June.
Running a hand through my just-combed curls, I pick up my keys from the bedside table and attack the packing tape in an effort to open the box. Viggo did an extremely good job of taping up the damned thing, so it takes me a while to open it, leading to much frustration, lip-biting, and cursing. I finally open the box and am greeted by layer upon layer of tissue paper, which I anxiously sift through in an effort to reach my prize.
Aha! A note! "Dear Orli," it says. "I know you get a little lonely when we're apart, and that it's difficult for you sometimes." Yeah, that's an understatement. "I wish I could be there with you in Mexico right now. I wish I could hold you and fall asleep next to you every night like I do when you're at home. I wish I could touch you right now." God, so do I. "Under this layer of tissue paper, there's a small audio tape player. Don't worry, my beloved technophobe -- all you have to do is press 'play'. The rest will fall into place. I miss you and love you. Viggo."
What the . . . ? A tape player? Okay, then. I place the note aside and lift up the layer of tissue paper to find the tape player that Viggo mentioned. It's smaller than a walkman, and doesn't have any headphones attached. I look at it curiously for a minute before finally shrugging and pressing the 'play' button.
//See? That wasn't so hard.// Viggo's voice comes out of the speaker on the tape player and I grin like mad. //This tape is about forty-five minutes long, and you can listen to it as many times as you want.// Good. I'm sure that I'll listen to it over and over and over. //Just in case you're wondering when I'm recording this, it's July 29th, almost a week after getting back from Denmark. All the jet lag has finally worn off, and I'm happy to be home. But I miss you, Orli. I miss you so much.// I miss you too, Viggo!
//It's a little after eleven at night right now. The only ones in the house are myself and our mini-menagerie. The pets are curled up in a ball somewhere, and I'm in our bed. Instead of dwelling on the fact that we're not with each other at the moment, I'm going to think about what it'd be like if you were here tonight.// I smile and lie back against the mattress, putting the parcel down on the floor and the tape player on the bedside table so I can relax and listen to Viggo.
//You've just finished brushing your teeth, and you walk out of our bathroom very casually but still manage to look absolutely breathtaking.// I wrap my arms around a pillow and hug it close to me. //You're wearing boxers that are hanging very low on your hips, and nothing else. As I watch you stroll over to the bed with a little smile on your face, I can't help but want you.//
"Fuck," I mutter, realizing where this is heading. My hand automatically slips under my boxers, ready to wank myself. I have such a wonderfully creative lover.
//You can see the way I'm looking at you, and laugh a little. You get onto the bed with me, and immediately cover my mouth with yours for a long, deep kiss. I push you to your back, my hands mapping over your chest and stomach, teasing little whimpers out of you. But those aren't the noises I want to hear you make, love. I want to hear you moan; I want to hear you scream my name.// Sweet Jesus, the man is going to be the death of me.
//Your hands are pulling at my clothes, and I quickly strip naked.// Oh, what a lovely image that is. //I take off your boxers, and you look gorgeous lying there without anything on; every part of you is beautiful. I dip my head and kiss your knee, then slowly move my mouth higher up your thigh, flicking my tongue out to drag along your warm skin.//
//When I reach your perfect ass, my hands pull apart the cheeks so I can run my tongue around the entrance to your body.// Fuck it, these bloody boxers have to come off *now*. I fling my underwear off and resume fisting my cock as Viggo continues reciting porn like it's poetry. //You're moaning just the way I want you to as I stab my tongue deep inside your body. You have no idea how sexy you sound when you moan, Orlando; it drives me crazy, love. And I'm fucking you with my tongue now. Licking up inside of you, tasting you as much as I can, knowing just how much you love it when I do this to you.//
"Please, Viggo," I whisper, as if he were here with me and could do something about my sexual frustration. Thinking about his tongue doing oh-so-incredibly-wicked tricks is driving me mad, and my hand squeezes the base of my cock to prevent me from coming too soon. Knowing him, there's even better sexual imagery that's in store for me.
//I move my mouth up to your balls, taking one into my mouth, then the other. Then I lick a long stripe up your cock, making you shudder and moan. You're close to coming after everything I've done, so I decide not to tease you and simply take your cock into my mouth, sucking hard.// The thought of one of Viggo's terrific blow jobs makes me groan, imagining that skilled mouth bringing me to orgasm. //You come in my mouth, and I decide to share your taste with you.// Oh, holy fuck . . . //I move up your body for a kiss, pushing your come into your mouth, and you moan in surprise before swallowing what I give you.//
I gasp at the image Viggo just gave me. "Fucking hell," I say shakily as I keep stroking my cock, trying to draw this out as long as I can. I wonder what he's going to do next on the tape. He'll probably talk about fucking me, the thought of which makes my erection throb even more; my legs reflexively spread wider even though I'm alone.
//We keep kissing for a long time, my hand wrapping around your cock and working it to hardness again. I want you inside of me, Orli.// Okay, I was wrong. But I can live with that. //You prepare me with your fingers, scissoring them so you find the spot that makes me moan.// My eyes close as I think about Viggo moaning under me. //Then I'm ready for your cock, and your quickly coat yourself with lube before pulling my legs around your waist.//
//You enter me hard, just the way I want you to; you make me feel so full, so claimed. Our rhythm is frantic for some reason, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room as you fuck me with perfect mercilessness. You haven't been inside of me for a while and I'm tight around your cock, my muscles clenching you like a vise.// I'm so fucking close to coming right now. As if the earlier dirty talk wasn't enough, the idea of being buried inside of Viggo's arse is *really* enough to drive me over the edge.
//Orli, I know you're probably about to come.// Telepathtic bastard. //Don't come yet, love. I need you to look in the box and get your other surprise. Stop the tape now, and start it again when you have the surprise.// My *other* surprise? As if this one wasn't good enough? I stop the tape, reach down into the box, and sift through more tissue paper until my hand hits some photographs. Photographs? Ooh, dirty pictures?
I look at the pictures at my jaw drops. Yup, they're dirty pictures. Viggo's got one of those tripods and remote-controlled clickers, so he managed to take pictures of himself sprawled naked on our bed in *very* suggestive positions. There are even some where he's fucking himself with our new dildo. I quickly turn the tape back on as I look through the absolutely brilliant artwork.
//Do you like the pictures? Not too over-the-top, are they? I thought they'd keep you company while we're apart. The ones with the dildo . . . well, you know that every time I use it, I'm imagining that it's really your hard cock in me, fucking me into the mattress.// My hand is a blur on my cock as I try to finish myself off. //I love it when you pound into me, your tongue fucking my mouth with the exact same rhythm that your cock is using in my ass.//
"Viggo!" I come all over my hand, arching my back. His voice keeps talking on the tape through my orgasm, but I can't concentrate on it; I'm too overwhelmed by thoughts of actually being with him, of touching him. When I finally come back to my senses, he's still talking dirty. After a minute or two, there's silence followed by a low chuckle.
//Did you enjoy yourself?//
"Well, what do you bloody think?" I ask the tape player with a grin. I reach over to the bedside table for some tissues and wipe my hand off.
//I thought so. Anyway, there are a few more, uh, scenarios on this tape, but maybe you should save them for another time. You don't want to wear yourself out by getting off, do you? After all, Paris needs his energy.// Smart-aleck. //I love you, Orli. I miss you.// From smart-aleck to sweetheart in two seconds. Oh, I miss him so much.
I stop the tape player and put the photographs away, placing everything
in the box. After taking a quick trip to the bathroom, I turn off
the lights, slide under the covers, and decide to call it a night.
A night that was much more enjoyable than I thought it would be, thanks
to my kind, considerate, and smolderingly sexy Viggo.
