By the time the day's filming came to an end, I'm *this* close to grabbing Orli and fucking him on the nearest hard surface. However, we've already traumatized Sean, and I somehow doubt that Peter would be amused with a very public display of affection. So I trudge through costume, slipping back into 'civilized' clothes, and go in search of my lover. Finding him outside the trailer, I grab Orli's elbow as he talks with Lij and Dom.
"Hey, Viggo!" he protests.
"You. Me. Home," I say in a low enough voice that no one will overhear. His brown eyes widen, and he makes his apologies to the hobbits before walking with me to the car. The ride home is all but unbearable, and judging from Orli's nail-biting, I'm not the only one exercising every ounce of restraint I have.
When we get back to my place – it's closer – Orli literally drags me into the bedroom, pulling off my clothes on the way. I work equally hard at disrobing him, paying no heed to his protests as I rip his shirt a bit. I'll buy him a new one tomorrow, but tonight, I could care less about torn clothing.
Once we're inside the bedroom, Orli gives me an especially ferocious kiss before dropping to his knees and taking me into his mouth. Fuck, he's talented. It's kind of amazing to think that six weeks ago, he'd never given a blow job in his life; he always laughs and says that I was a good teacher, but it's more the fact that he has an amazing mouth. My head falls back against the wall, and I ignore the dull throb that warms my skull, although Orli looks up, concerned.
"It's nothing," I manage to say.
"Okay." He licks the length of my erection, sliding down a bit further to barely grace my balls with the tip of his tongue. As good as this feels, however, it's not what I want right now. I need something else.
"Orli," I rasp. "Orlando, stop." I pull him up and kiss him hard. "That's not how I want to come."
*****
I shiver from his words. "How *do* you want to come, Vig?"
"Inside of you," he murmurs, my tongue flicking against his ear as his hand slides down to grip my ass. "Buried so deep inside you that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to pull out."
I groan and slam my hips against his, our cocks rubbing together and sending electric shocks through both of us. "Then do it," I whisper.
Viggo pushes me none-too-gently onto the bed, and I reward him with a smile. His hands clasp around the lube kept in the bedside table, and he smears some generously onto his dripping cock. "Want me to fuck you into the mattress, Orlando?" he asks.
"You even have to ask?" But inside, my heart's racing. Since we got together all those weeks ago, sex has been intense but gentle; this new, no-nonsense and dominant side of Viggo is arousing me beyond my wildest dreams. Beneath that placidly cool demeanor, he sometimes is a coiled spring, and I want him to lose control tonight, because I desperately want to exorcize the shit we went through last night.
He climbs over me. "Say it, Orli."
I understand what he's asking for. He needs my assurance that I want it this way. "I want you to fuck me 'til I can't walk, Viggo. I *need* you inside of me."
His eyes flash, and he grabs my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. In one stroke, he sheathes himself in me without warning, causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure. Fuck, it hurts, but in such a good way. "So fucking tight," he says in a shaky voice.
Digging my nails into his arms, I thrust back at him. "Fuck, Viggo," I cry. His pace is relentless, which is perfect for tonight. "Break me." The words seem to come from beyond me.
Viggo dips his head and gives me a smoldering kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock fucking my ass. "Are you mine?" he whispers, kissing my neck.
"Yes."
"Good. I'm yours." Somehow, that's all the assurance we need right now. He bites my shoulder, and I'm pretty sure he broke the skin, but I'm beyond caring. His tongue probes the sore flesh, and I moan. "That's it," he says raggedly. "Tell me how good it feels."
"Vig," I gasp. "I need more."
"Greedy," he mocks, thrusting harder, hitting *that* spot and making me dig my nails harder into his flesh.
"Finish it," I say, looking into his eyes.
*****
"Not yet," I tell him, grabbing his cock and giving it a firm yank.
"Viggo," he whines, and I'm amazed that even in bed, Orli can be petulant.
"Orlando," I say, kissing him firmly again. "You aren't in a position to give orders."
He answers by thrusting his hips up at me. The look in his eyes is frantic, and I know how close he is. It's not as if my orgasm isn't about to crash down on me. I'm completely surrounded by the tight heat of Orli, and when he closes his eyes in pure rapture, it's my undoing. He always undoes me somehow.
With a shudder and a cry, I thrust once more, letting myself explode deep within him, and after two more swift strokes on his erection, he comes as well, yelling my name and scratching painfully on my biceps.
I fall sideways off of him, my spent cock slipping out of its own accord. For a while, the only sounds are our heavy breathing and a steady rain that's beating on the windows. Orli turns and nuzzles his face against my neck.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, concerned. I can't remember ever losing myself so deeply in another person, physically or emotionally.
"Not really," he murmurs. "It felt amazing, Viggo."
I sigh in relief. "Never want to hurt you."
"We needed that," he reassures me. "It was like . . . an exorcism."
"So are the demons gone?"
"All gone." He leans up and kisses me gently. I cradle the back of his head and pull him in closer, wanting more.
"Love you," I mumble against his warm lips.
Orli doesn't say anything; he doesn't have to. As we fall back into the sheets, a tangle of limbs and moans, no words would truly be appropriate anyway. 'We had our first challenge,' I think to myself. 'And we were strong enough to get past it.' I'm not naive. I know that what happened hurt both of us, and that it won't be the last hurdle we face. But as I lay here with him, I know that we'll only crumble if we allow ourselves to. And I won't allow that.
*****
As Viggo enters me again, my body still slick from our last round, I sigh in sated bliss as he kisses me softly. The urgency is gone, replaced by a feeling of unity and completion. Before Viggo, I always ran away from a relationship at the first sign of trouble, but I couldn't do that with him. I couldn't let the best thing in my life slip away.
The best thing in my life. Strange feeling after only knowing him for three months; only being with him for six weeks. But it's the truth. It's like that stupid line from Jerry Maguire – "you complete me." Always sounded like utter rubbish, but I guess I understand it now. His fingers gingerly stroke the mark where he bit me, and his thrusting slows as he frowns.
I smile at him in reassurance, and he nods, understanding that I didn't have a problem with the crazed pace we set earlier. Besides, I know I scratched him up pretty good. But no more pain tonight.
No more pain for a long time.
