TITLE: Some Kind of Heaven (21/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: After the premiere (Viggo's POV)
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Roleplaying
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my twisted imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
DATE WRITTEN: August 13th, 2003
"Can you believe it? I mean, can you *really* believe how good it was?" Orli enthuses. "'Fellowship' just blew me away, but this one was every bit as good! Gollum and Treebeard were *amazing*! And I never thought I'd say this, but Helm's Deep was so awesome! I can't pick a favorite part, Vig. What about you, what did you think?"
I'm struggling to keep a straight face as I pull into our driveway after a long night out. "I loved it, Orli. I already told you that. Several times."
"Yeah, but did you have a favorite scene or performance? What stood out?"
"I liked it when you used that shield as a skateboard," I tease. "And when you did a backwards punch to knock the guy out in the Golden Hall. Oh, and then there was the shot where you stroked your arrow right before Gandalf reappeared. Or the total 'I'm-a-sex-kitten' pose you had right after the elves got to Helm's Deep. So basically, my favorite part was anytime you were doing something cool onscreen."
"Oh, be quiet," he says with a blush.
I laugh and turn off the engine, getting out off the car and walking to the house. "Alright, my *real* favorite part is when Aragorn gets back to Helm's Deep and has that little moment with Legolas. My second favorite part is the scene in the armory where I have another moment with you. My third favorite part is Henry's cameo. And finally, my fourth favorite part is anything with Gollum."
"You know, I'll never be able to look at Helm's Deep the same way again," Orli comments as we walk through the front door. "That little trick you pulled in the theater will always pop up in my mind when I watch the battle."
"And is that such a bad thing?" I ask.
"Not necessarily. I guess that I'm still amazed you had the bollocks to do such a thing. I *never* would have risked it."
To tell the truth, I can't believe I had the nerve to do it either. After all a handjob in the middle of a crowded theater isn't exactly the wisest idea. But I had to get Orli back for that nipple flick on the red carpet. "Hey, what goes around comes around," I tell him simply.
"Oh, I wasn't complaining." We reach the bedroom and turn on the lights, both of us quickly kicking off shoes and socks, and shedding our suit jackets. "Not at all."
With that, Orli pins me up against the wall and gives me a devious grin. "Hi there," I laugh.
"Aragorn," he says breathlessly, slipping into his Legolas voice.
"Yes, Legolas?" I ask with amusement. Looks like it's time for some good old-fashioned roleplaying.
"You're alive! You don't look terrible, and I don't care that you're late!"
"It's nice to see you, too," I deadpan.
"Oh, my dearest Aragorn!" he cries in an absurdly high-pitched voice, topping it off with a mock swoon. "I never thought that I would see you again! How I longed for your touch in the darkness of the night, wishing that you would come back to me! And now the Valar has given me the greatest gift of all by sparing your life! This bond that we have cannot be broken, even when a warg throws you from a cliff!" It's a struggle not to start cracking up in the face of such an over-dramatic performance, but I somehow manage to keep a straight face.
"That's right, Legolas," I say solemnly. "I could not slip the bounds of this lifetime without you."
"My sweet, beloved ranger," he coos. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you here before me."
"I am just as elated to see you, my fair prince."
Orli pulls me close to him and starts unbuttoning my shirt. "Aragorn, would you permit me to show you how much I still treasure you? To demonstrate the depth of my love for you and my relief that you're still alive?" He pushes my shirt off of my shoulders, then unbuttons my pants and slides them down over my hips. "Finish undressing, meleth-nin," he whispers in my ear, placing a kiss to my cheek.
I eagerly take off my clothes under Orli's approving gaze, then watch with a smile as he does the same. "You are so beautiful, Legolas," I murmur, taking my very gorgous, very naked boyfriend into my arms. "I cannot believe that I possess the fairest being in all of Middle Earth."
"Well, you do." He slides his hands down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing it. "Now, may I ravish the future King of Gondor?"
A shiver goes through my body at his words. "I would like nothing better, my love. But we must hurry -- the Uruk-Hai will be here in just a few short hours."
"Onto the bed, then! Quickly! We can spare no time!" Orli practically throws me onto the mattress and joins me with a flying leap. "By the way," he tells me, "I got rid of that stupid Evenstar pendant. I hope you don't mind."
"Not in the least. You are the only one I desire, my sweetest flower."
"And speaking of sweet, Aragorn . . ." Orli kisses me fiercely and then slides down between my legs. "May I taste your nectar?"
We both start cracking up. "Nectar?" I snort.
"Yes, Aragorn," he laughs, wrapping a hand around my cock. "Your sweet nectar, the honey of your body, the flowing essence of your rock-hard shaft."
"Legolas, you are quite poetic tonight," I tell Orli.
"Ah, but I can use my mouth for better things than merely praising your legendary beauty," he smirks, leaning down to take me in his mouth.
I gasp and buck my hips, pushing my cock into Orli's throat. He eagerly starts to suck me, looking up to meet my gaze as he moves up and down, running his tongue along the underside. "That's it, Legolas," I murmur. "You have such a beautiful mouth, my little elf. Such a talented mouth."
He responds by sucking harder, managing to take me all the way in and then swallowing around me. That mouth feels so good, so hot as he lets me fuck his throat. My hands tangle in his hair, and I pull my hips up to have him suck me deeper. Orli moans, the vibrations traveling through my cock and making my balls tighten.
"Yes," I gasp, knowing that I'm close to coming. "Gods, Legolas!"
"Mmm?" I can swear that Orli's grinning despite having my cock in his mouth.
"Legolas, please!" Orli chuckles and swallows again. That's all it takes for me to thrust up again and come with a loud cry. I clench the pirate hair tightly as my body shakes from orgasm; Orli keeps sucking until it's clear that I've finished coming, then tenderly licks me clean before sliding up to kiss me.
"You taste so good, Aragorn," he purrs.
"I think that you taste better," I murmur, reaching down to run my thumb over the head of his dripping erection. I bring the thumb to my mouth and suck off the drops of Orli's precome. "Such delicious elven elixir," I decree. "The honey of Mirkwood."
Orli giggles and kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine. "My beloved Strider, I cannot tell you how relieved I am to have you here in my arms, all mine."
"All yours, only yours, Legolas," I tell him, hooking my legs around his waist and trying to drop a hint.
"Is there something you want?" he asks, affecting a mask of innocence.
"Yes. You inside me -- *now*."
Orli's eyes flash and he reaches over for the lube, quickly slicking up his fingers and cock. "You want me to make love to you, don't you?"
"Please, Legolas. Please, take me as yours." I'm not above begging once in a while.
"That sounds good," he says with a grin, sliding two fingers into me and immediately scissoring them apart. God, that feels so wonderful. "You like that?"
"Very much," I groan, biting my lip as he curls the fingers to hit my prostate. "I'm ready, Orlan . . . Legolas."
Orli raises his eyebrows and smirks, his fingers slipping out of me. "Okay, Viggogorn."
His mouth meets mine for a kiss as he enters me, and we both moan into each other's mouths. My ankles lock behind his back, helping to draw him into my body until he's completely inside of me. I reach my hands up to thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss by thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
"Want more?" Orli gasps, nipping at my bottom lip.
"You know I do," I growl. "Please, Leggy; I love you, I need you."
His breath hitches and he kisses me again. "I love you too, Aragorn."
With that declaration, Orli begins driving in and out of me with hard thrusts that brush over my prostate. I arch my back and let out a ragged sigh, then push my hips down in an attempt to take him even deeper. He swoops in for another kiss, stealing my breath and making me cry out as he hits my prostate again.
He feels unbelievable, his warm skin covering mine, his slick tongue exploring my mouth, his hard cock splitting me open with every perfectly placed thrust. Both of his hands are pushing into the mattress as he drives into me, making the bed literally rock. One of my own hands reaches down to grip my erection and begin stroking myself in time with Orli's rhythm.
"You look so beautiful like this, Aragorn," he says breathlessly. "I will never let you go, my rugged warrior."
I laugh through my gasps and moans. "You don't have to worry, Legolas. I'm with you now, and I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." His thrusts get sharper, and I know him well enough to realize that he's getting close to orgasm. "Oh . . . Strider!"
"Yes, my elf," I moan. My hand works like crazy on my cock, and I'm not sure which one of us will come first.
"Come for me, my scruffy human," he pleads.
So I do. With one more pass of his cock over my prostate and my fingers stroking myself diligently, I come with a loud cry, spilling all over my hand and stomach. Orli continues moving inside of me, his breath uneven and shaky as he throws his head back.
"Shit . . . I just . . . Aragorn!" I shudder as he fills me inside with his come, watching his beautiful face contort with pleasure. He slowly slumps on top of me, burying his head in my neck and trying to catch his breath. "Wow, he gasps. "That was nice."
"Only nice?" I frown. "Maybe I should redouble my efforts."
Orli laughs tiredly. "No, you do everything perfectly. My brain just isn't functioning well enough to come up with another word."
"I liked that Legolas cried 'shit' right before coming. Apparently elven curse words are similar to our own."
"Sod off."
I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. "Love, I'm getting sticky."
"Oh, sorry." He pulls out of me and slides over to grab the wet-naps. "Here you go," he says, considerately cleaning up my hand and stomach. Sitting up, he tosses the wet-nap across the room, and it goes into the wastebasket. "Look at that! Perfect aim."
"I'm impressed," I laugh, pulling him close for a kiss.
"Well, I'm talented fellow."
"Indeed you are." We kiss again, Orli pulling the sheets up around us. "I'm so glad you're here," I murmur. "Even if you're going back to the Caribbean tomorrow."
"I wish I didn't have to."
"Orli, every time we talk on the phone, you tell me what a great time you're having. I know that this is the most fun you've had on a set since we were in New Zealand."
"Yeah, that's true. And Johnny is a really cool bloke. I'm telling you, Vig -- the guy's a genius."
"I believe you."
"It's amazing that I'm working with him! And with Geoffrey, too!" Orli still tends to get a bit starstruck, which is something that I find thoroughly adorable. "I mean, I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining about the film; it's a great opportunity, and I'm having so much fun."
"But?" I prompt.
"But I miss you," he sighs.
"Well, you're here now. That's what matters. And you'll be back in another week for Christmas."
He smiles and kisses me. "I know. I don't mean to start getting all down right now, because we've had such a lovely night."
"That's okay, Love Pig."
Orli laughs. "I love you so much, Vig. I had the best time with you today."
"I love you too, Orli."
"Hey, Vig?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we set the alarm for five in the morning?"
I look at him with confusion. "Your plane doesn't leave until two in the afternoon; you don't need to leave here until eleven. Why do you need six hours to get ready?"
He snuggles closer to me. "Because I intend to shag you at least three times in the morning."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Well in that case, we should get some sleep. I smile and kiss
him before reaching over to set the alarm. "We're going to need the
energy."
