TITLE: Pretty Good Year (4/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Cause and effect (Viggo's POV)
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Intentionally bad fanfic
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
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This chapter is somewhat of a follow-up to chapter
16 of
"Some Kind of Heaven" where Viggo and Orli discover RPS. Lines
in //...// denote
that they're the fictional fanfic
DATE WRITTEN: August 28th, 2003
"I'm done!" Orli exults as he bounds into the bedroom clutching a red
spiral
notebook. "I'm finally done! I wrote my slash story!"
"You're kidding." I stop folding laundry and sit down on the bed
with a
grin. "And it only took you four months to finish it."
"Hey, *you* try writing this shit -- it's fucking hard, man!"
"I'll take your word for it."
"It is! I went through seven drafts with different scenarios and
positions
for us before I got to this final copy. Anyway, I'm having Lij
post it online
to those groups he belongs to, but I want you to look it over first,"
he tells
me, flopping down on the bed and tossing the notebook into my lap.
"Why?"
"Because it's your duty as my boyfriend. You have to love me,
cherish me,
and read my fanfic."
"Is that so?" I ask with amusement.
"Yes. Now read. I worked for four bloody months on this
story, and I want
your sage advice before I hand it over to Lij."
"Sage advice, got it." I lean back against the pillows and raise
my arm so
he can lean his head on my chest, then open the notebook, flipping
through page
after page of scribbled dialogue and porn that Orli was apparently
dissatisfied with. "Is this the final draft?" I ask when I reach
a section that's
written in meticulously neat handwriting.
"Yes. I rewrote it this morning."
"'One Night in New Zealand'? Is that the title?"
"Yeah." Orli looks up at me. "What do you think?"
I chuckle. "Love, this is *your* story. Don't change anything
based on what
I think. But for the record, I think it's a perfectly fine title."
"Okay, good."
"Now, what's the premise of this story?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "I'm not going to tell you that.
You'll just
have to read it if you want to know."
"Fine, be difficult," I grumble playfully. I reach down to find
his hand and
squeeze it as I begin to read his story.
//Orli rapped sharply on the door of the hotel room, shifting his bag
to the
other shoulder. A wide grin spread across his face when the door
finally
opened. "Vig, my savior!"//
//"It's nice to see you, too," Viggo chuckled. "Why are you still
carrying
your bag around?"//
//"I need to stay with you tonight." Orli pushed past his friend
and walked
into the room, dropping his bag on the floor without waiting for an
answer.//
//"Um, excuse me?"//
//"Look, there's a huge leak in the bathroom of my room. I called
hotel
maintenance, and they said that I should stay in another room tonight.
The
problem is that they don't *have* any empty rooms, but since they know
that I'm with
the cast, they told me to just stay with a friend. You were next
door, so I
came here." Orli finally took a deep breath as he finished his
explanation
and sat down on the bed. "You don't mind, do you?"//
"Oh yeah, like I'd ever *mind* you staying with me," I snort.
"Don't interrupt," Orli rebukes me. "Just read."
//"Well, I don't really mind, but there's only one bed."//
"I know it's not an original setup," Orli sighs. "But it was the
best I
could think of."
"It works fine," I tell him. "It's not the setup that matters
anyway; it's
how you use it."
//Orli pretended to look vaguely scandalized, but was secretly ecstatic.
Ever since Viggo had showed up on-set, Orli had lusted after the man
with the
come-hither eyes and the inhumanly sensual voice. He was sex
on legs, and this
could be Orli's shot at getting with him.//
"Sex on legs?" I laugh.
"Fuck yeah! Have you ever looked in a mirror, Vig?"
"I'm assuming that this is a PWP, by the way. None of that complicated
relationship stuff to deal with."
Orli blushes. "The smut is really fun to write," he admits.
"Mmm, and even more fun to act out," I say as I pull him up for a kiss.
"Stop trying to distract me," he protests weakly, but allows me to kiss
him
anyway. "Keep reading."
//A few hours later, Orli lay ramrod-straight in bed next to Viggo,
contemplating how best to put his plan into action. All he knew
was hat he wanted --
no, he *needed* -- to have sex with Viggo. Very slowly, he rolled
onto his
side; Viggo was sleeping on his side, and as Orli slid backwards towards
him,
they came into a spoon position until, at last, Orli's arse was pressed
against
Viggo's crotch.//
"I always knew you were shameless."
"Hey, this isn't me," he says defensively. "This is a fictional
incarnation
of myself."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say."
//Viggo didn't seem to wake up, and Orli took a deep breath before he
started
rotating his hips in small circles, the friction causing Viggo's cock
to
stir. Orli knew he had to be insane to be doing this -- after
all, Viggo was not
only a friend, he was also a co-star, and he might not appreciate being
dry-humped in the middle of the night like this.//
I snort "Yeah, right. Orli, have you learned nothing in
our years
together?"
//But Orli was past rational thought at this point. He wanted
Viggo too
badly to care about anything else.//
//Suddenly, a heavy arm slung over Orli's waist, holding hip in place
and
making him utter a startled yelp. "Am I dreaming?" Viggo's
voice was a low
rasp, his breath hot in Orli's ear.//
//"No," Orli gasped.//
//"Orli," Viggo said in recognition as he remembered that his friend
was in
his bed. However, he was still unsure why said friend was grinding
against
him. "What are you doing?"//
//Realizing that playing games would be pointless, Orli decided to be
blunt.
"I want you, Viggo. I've wanted you for so long."//
//To Orli's shock, Viggo didn't push him away. Instead, he pulled
Orli
closer until his cock was pushed firmly against the cleft of Orli's
arse, separated
only by the material of their boxers. "Is that so? What
exactly have you
wanted from me?"//
//"I want you to fuck me," he said, his cheeks flushing red as he finally
said the words. "Please, Viggo . . . please, fuck me."//
I pull Orli closer to me and begin to run my fingers through his soft
curls.
Yeah, the smut gets me every time. Especially when my beautiful
boyfriend is
the one actually *writing* it.
//"Don't worry, Orlando; I'll fuck you," Viggo told him before sitting
up,
turning on the lamp, and reaching over for his suitcase to retrieve
lube. Orli
didn't care why Viggo had lube, he was just relieved that there was
some
around. "I'll fuck you," Viggo said again, "until you can't remember
what it ever
felt like to have someone else inside of you."//
//Orli watched mesmerized as Viggo quickly removed his clothes, and
he
dazedly stripped off his own tee-shirt and boxers. Viggo was
absolutely gorgeous.
Sure, he had seen him in various stages of undress in the trailer over
the
months they had been working together, and God only knows how many
times he had
worn out his VCR watching 'Indian Runner', but this was different.
This was
Viggo in the flesh, completely naked, and very, very hard.//
//As soon as he saw the long, thick cock that rose proudly from between
Viggo's firm thighs, Orli realized that fucking would just have to
wait for a few
minutes. There was something else he had to do first. Surprising
both of them
with his boldness, Orli pushed Viggo back against the pillows.
Orli kissed
his way down Viggo's toned body until he reached the beautiful cock
that was
just begging to be sucked.//
"Really? My cock begs to be sucked?"
"Shut up, old man."
//Wrapping his lips around the hard flesh, Orli began to take as much
of
Viggo's cock into his mouth as he could, running his tongue along the
underside as
he tried to taste the other man. Viggo moaned and bucked his
hips, thrusting
his cock into Orli's throat; Orli wasn't fazed as he sucked harder,
trying to
coax more of those deliciously throaty moans out of his new lover.
God, if
only Viggo knew how sexy he sounded when he moaned.//
"Orli, this story is the biggest ego-boost I've ever gotten," I tell
him with
a smile.
"Yeah, and every word of it is true," he insists. "Well, not the
story
itself, but what I say about how sexy you are is true.
//Viggo's hands skimmed over the mohawk that he had complimented Orli
on so
many times.//
"That's how you know it's fiction," I chuckle.
"I had to defend the mohawk," he says indignantly.
//The restless hands finally settled for twisting in the sheets as Orli
bobbed up and down on his cock, determined to make Viggo come from
a relentless
rhythm of sucking and licking. When Orli's tongue swirled around
the head at the
same time that his fingers skimmed over Viggo's balls, it was all Viggo
could
take. He finally let himself go and came with a cry; Orli eagerly
swallowed
every drop of Viggo's come and continued to suck until the shaft started
to
soften.//
"That was a hell of a fictional blow job," I say shifting around slightly
to
accomodate my nonfictional erection.
"There's more," he tells me in a sing-song voice.
//When he moved back up Viggo's body, Orli found himself brought into
a
searing kiss. His erection pressed against Viggo's thigh, and
it only took a few
minutes of intense snogging before Viggo was hard again as well.
Viggo grabbed
the lube he had retrieved earlier and spread it over his fingers before
reaching down to slide two fingers into Orli's body. "You're
so tight," Viggo
gasped.//
//It's been a while," Orli managed to say as he was stretched inside
by the
questing fingers. He nearly rocketed off the bed when Viggo's
fingers found
his prostate and stroked the small gland. "Fuck!" he cried.//
//"Like that?" Viggo asked with a cheeky smile.//
//"You know I do," Orli growled, pushing his hips down. "More,
give me
more."//
//Viggo pulled his fingers out and generously coated lube over his massive
erection.//
"*Massive*?" I ask incredulously. "I'm not *that* big."
"Speaking as someone who's taken your cock up his arse, yes you really
are,"
Orli informs me.
//Orli squirmed impatiently on the mattress as he waited for Viggo to
be
ready. Finally, his legs were hoisted over Viggo's shoulders,
and he felt the
insistent push of a dripping cock at the entrance to his body.
"Do you want me
to be gentle?" Viggo purred. Unable to speak, Orli settled for
shaking his
head furiously. He wanted to be fucked good and proper, not to
be treated like
some china doll.//
//Viggo entered him with a powerful thrust that ripped a cry from Orli's
throat. His back arched off the bed, and a wonderful mix of pain
and pleasure
shot through his body. It was almost too good to be true as Viggo
began pounding
into him mercilessly, each thrust devastatingly intense. Forget
whatever
expectations Orli had about what sex with Viggo would be like -- this
far
surpassed them.//
//The pace was furious as Viggo screwed Orli into the mattress, his
powerful
arms braced on either side of Orli's head. Orli reached down
and started to
wank himself while thrusting his hips up to meet Viggo's cock as it
plunged
into him. When Viggo changed his angle slightly and hit Orli's
prostate, it
caused the other man to scream with pleasure.//
"Um, you scream with pleasure? Doesn't this wake our neighbors?"
"We don't have neighbors," he says. "Need I remind you again that
it's
fiction?"
//Viggo, yes!" Orli cried, stroking his cock faster as he tried to bring
himself to orgasm. "Oh God, yes! More!" He was silenced
by a kiss, Viggo's
tongue beginning to fuck his mouth. Orli settled for whimpering,
sparks exploding
behind his eyelids as he felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over
him. All
he could do was surrender to it, so he did, letting his orgasm overtake
his
body as he came all over his hand and stomach.//
//Viggo threw his head back and continued to fuck Orli's tight arse.
Orli
watched in rapture as Viggo got closer and closer to coming, his powerful
body
beginning to shake. "Yes," he gasped, thrusting into Orli one
last time as he
came. "Orli!" he howled. Orli gasped at the feeling of
Viggo's heat filling
him; this was sex at its best.//
"Wow," I say, placing the notebook on the floor next to the bed.
"That's
quite a story."
"You're not even finished with it!" Orli exclaims. "There's six
more pages,
and we fuck four more times! Plus, you get to rim me -- I know
how much you
love that!"
I laugh. "I'm afraid I need a break before I read any more of that, love."
"I knew you'd hate it," he sighs.
"Orli, I don't hate it at all," I tell him, pulling him flush against
my
body. "You just got me a little worked up."
He gasps as he feels my erection through my jeans, and tilts his head
to give
me a kiss. His nimble fingers quickly unzip my fly and reach
into my boxers
to pull my cock out, then he slithers down to take me into his mouth,
just
like he had done in that story of his -- except this is obviously *so*
much
better. He pulls off just long enough to impatiently yank my
pants the rest of the
way off so as to ease his task, then goes back to work after giving
me a
quick wink. It's wonderful, but it's still not enough; I need
to feel and taste
him as much as he needs that from me.
"Wait a second," I groan, summoning the willpower to push him off of
my cock.
Every nerve in my body is screaming for release, but I have to ignore
that
for a moment or two.
"What?" Orli looks at me with his lips red and swollen from kissing
(not to
mention a certain other oral activity), and there's a full pout on
his face.
Instead of answering him, I reach forward and pull off his oversized
tee-shirt
-- it's actually mine, but that doesn't matter -- before pulling down
his
sweatpants and boxers.
I'm already lying down, so I simply maneuver Orli so he's straddling
my face.
He gets the idea and falls into a 69 position, his mouth resuming its
place
on my cock and sucking diligently as his own leaking erection nudges
at my
lips. I open my mouth just enough so his precome trickles in,
and I swirl it
around with a grin before letting the head of his cock pass into my
mouth.
This is something we don't do very often, but it's a fairly easy rhythm
of
giving and taking for us to get into. The wonderful thing about
it is that Orli
tends to moan a lot when his cock gets sucked, and when he moans while
sucking *my* cock, that shoots some terrific vibrations through my
whole body, which
only makes me suck harder, which in turn makes him moan even more,
and so on.
It's a great position.
I reach up to grab his ass, sliding a finger between the cheeks and
finding
the tight pucker. pushing the tip of my finger in a tiny bit.
The reaction is
immediate, as Orli deep-throats me in gratitude and reaches down to
fondle my
balls. I don't go any deeper with my finger, but instead slide
it forward to
press against his perineum. He swallows around me, moaning again
as he bucks
his hips and comes in my mouth.
He continues to suck me as he rides out his orgasm, and I welcome his
come,
eagerly swallowing the thick fluid. I reach my own climax a moment
later,
groaning and gasping as he expertly sucks me. After my body calms
down and Orli
settles back onto the mattress, I pull him up for a deep kiss.
"You taste very nice," he declares.
"That's because I taste like you," I chuckle.
"You know, Vig -- if you're this worked up after reading only the first
part
of the story, maybe you shouldn't continue. I mean, I'd feel
terribly guilty
if my slash gave you a heart attack or something."
"I somehow doubt you have to worry about that," I assure him, retrieving
the
notebook again.
"Okay, but promise me something?" he requests as we settle in to resume
our
reading, not bothering to put clothes back on since we know they'd
just end up
being taken off again later.
"Anything, love."
"When we finish reading this, can we act it out?"
I grin at him. "You pervert. Of course we can."
