This was just great.  A foot of snow lay outside, filming was cancelled for the day, and Viggo was alone and beyond bored in his tiny hotel room.  He had no idea what he was going to do with the rest of his day.  Mercifully, the phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Viggo?  Hi, it's Elijah."

"Um, hi."

"D'ya wanna come over?  Dom and I have some movies."  Watching movies with hobbits?  Did Viggo really want to do that?  Then again, it wasn't as if he had anything else to do.

"Sure.  What room are you in?"

"212.  See ya in a few."

Viggo shook his head and put the receiver back in the cradle.  Great.  An afternoon with two guys half his age who probably had nothing in common with him.  However, Viggo realized that he was glad they wanted to spend time with him.  Their energy had a way of becoming contagious, and he needed something to shake off the lethargy currently plaguing him.

*****

"Hi!"  Elijah was practically bouncing when he opened the door to his room.  "Come on in, we have some great movies!"

"Good.  Um, thanks for inviting me."

"Hey, you're welcome," Dom said lazily from his position on the bed.  "We think you're pretty cool for an old guy."

Viggo laughed in spite of himself.  "Lousy kids," he joked.  "So what are you watching?" he asked, gesturing towards the TV.

"'North By Northwest'," Elijah answered as he flounced down next to Dom.

"Hitchcock?  That's a good movie."

"You sound surprised," Dom laughed.  "Even lousy kids know good cinema when they see it.  My favorite Hitchcock movie is 'Psycho'.  I saw the remake you were in."

"Yeah?"  Viggo sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"We rented your films after you were cast," Dom admitted.  "Elijah had already seen 'Psycho' and insisted we had to get it."

"Huh."  Viggo dreaded discussing his work and tried to focus on Cary Grant at the United Nations instead.

"He said that I just *had* to see your arse."

Okay, that got Viggo's attention.  "What?!"  He turned around and stared at the two innocent-looking hobbits who were lounging on the bed.  Dom just shrugged and Elijah was fighting a grin.

"You have a really great ass," Elijah explained.  "I thought Dom should see it."

"You're . . . gay?" Viggo asked, feeling stupid.

"Which one of us are you asking?"

"Both of you.  Either of you."

"Yes, we're both gay," Dom said.  "Does that bother you?"

"Of course not!" Viggo exclaimed.  "I'm just surprised, I guess."  He paused, just noticing that Dom had an arm draped around Elijah.  "And you two are together?"

"Yeah.  And pardon our bluntness, but we were talking about it and we'd really like to do a threesome with you."

Viggo didn't know what to say.  What *could* he say?  He felt a lot like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, and wondered what potion he should drink to get him out of this strange place.  Except . . . this strange place wasn't necessarily so bad.  A threesome with two nice, good-looking, and presumably flexible young men could be a lot of fun.

"Do you think we killed him?" Elijah whispered.  Viggo came back to earth with a start.

"N-no, I'm still alive," he managed to say.  "A little stunned, but alive."

"Listen, we don't sleep around," Dom assured him.  "You're the only person we've ever thought of doing this with, but you're *really* hot, and we got a vibe from you."  A vibe?  He had been sending out vibes?

"Yeah, my Gaydar was like off the charts," Elijah added.  "I know you have a kid, so you could be bi, but don't even try telling us you're straight.  Just look down -- your dick is as hard as a rock."

Shit, the little jerk was right.  Well, what's the harm in telling the truth?  "Yeah, I'm bi.  But I don't think this is such a good idea.  I mean, we have to work together and you're both a lot younger--"

"We're not looking for a relationship with you," Dom clarified.  "Just a good fuck.  So here's the deal -- Lij and I are going to start, and you can join us if you want to.  If not, you can go back to your room and we'll never speak of this again.  Sound good to you?"

"I guess so."

"Good.  Now Lij, I want you to strip for us."  Dom watched as his lover slid off the bed and obediently began undressing.  Viggo swallowed hard when a smooth chest was bared, then bit his lip as Elijah took off his pants and boxers and a fully erect cock sprang up.  "He's quite beautiful, isn't he?" Dom asked casually.  "And he'll do anything you want to; he gets off on being dominated."

Elijah's cheeks reddened as Dom talked about him, but kept his eyes trained on Viggo.  The force of those unnaturally blue eyes was undeniable, and Viggo's jeans suddenly seemed like a torture device.  Fuck, he *did* want this.  They hadn't even done anything and he was already hard as nails.

While Viggo was busy staring at the sinfully lovely Elijah, he hadn't noticed that Dom had also taken off all of his clothes.  A bit taller than Elijah (but still several inches shorter than Viggo), Dom was more muscled and had more body hair, and was just as alluring to Viggo.  He was handsome and cute at the same time, contrasting with Elijah's facade of boyish innocence.

How had he not noticed these two before?  Perhaps because they were a lot like the hobbits they portrayed -- seemingly childlike creatures who in truth had surprising maturity.  That was the only excuse Viggo could think of, because staring at them now he felt aroused beyond words.

"On your knees, Elijah," Dom ordered.  "Show Viggo what you can do with that mouth."  Elijah took Dom's cock into his mouth without hesitation, his head bobbing up and down on the swollen flesh.  "That's good," Dom hissed, and Elijah's erection twitched just from the praise.  "Get it nice and wet, but don't make me come."

Viggo unzipped his jeans as he watched all of this, giving a soft moan of relief when he pulled his own achingly hard cock out of its cloth confinement.  His hand set a pace that more or less matched that of Elijah's mouth.  When the young man used his free hand to caress his lover's balls, Viggo pushed his pants down to his knees and did the same to himself.

Dom let out a groan and Elijah immediately pulled off of his cock.  Taking his glistening erection in hand, Dom pumped the flesh furiously, his head falling back in pleasure.  It didn't take long for climax to overtake him, and Dom's hand was coated with his own sticky seed.  He held his palm out and Elijah hungrily licked it.  It was a show of power more than anything else, a demonstration that said to Viggo, 'see what I can make him do?'

"Elijah, get into position," Dom said, his voice a bit tired.  Elijah scampered onto the bed and eagerly lay on his back with his legs spread wide.  Turning to Viggo, Dom grinned and said, "Take off your clothes."

Why not?  Viggo pulled his sweater over his head, then the tee-shirt underneath, toed off his shoes and socks, and finally got rid of his jeans and boxers.  "Shit, you're even fucking hotter than I thought," Elijah said with something like awe in his voice.  Viggo just raised his eyebrows, not knowing how to respond.

Dom pulled something out of his suitcase before walking over to him and grinning again.  Without preface, he slid a small tube of lubricant into Viggo's hand.  "You're going to go over there and fuck Elijah until they can hear him back in Wellington.  And then I'm going to fuck you, because I've wanted to bury myself in that arse ever since we rented that bloody movie."

All Viggo could do was nod, shocked and incredibly turned on by this new side of Dom.  Elijah was grinning at him from the bed, legs splayed carelessly in blatant invitation, his cock still hard and resting against his belly.  Viggo spread lube on his fingers and joined him on the bed, unconsciously licking his lips when he found those cerulean eyes fixed on him and bright with lust.  Yeah, Elijah definitely wanted this.

He was tight, impossibly tight around Viggo's finger, drawing him in and pushing him out at the same time.  Another finger breached him and Elijah whined his pleasure, thrusting his hips up so he could be further impaled.  "More," Elijah mewled.

"You sure?"

"Just fuck me, damnit!" he cried, those words seeming oddly incongruous coming out of that cupid's-bow mouth.

Viggo shook his head before slicking up his cock.  "Okay."  He lifted Elijah's ass clear off the mattress and plunged into him with one hard thrust.  The boy gave an inhuman howl of pleasure/pain and his stubby fingers grappled for purchase on the sheets.  Elijah was tight, hot, and undeniably sweet around Viggo's cock, and the older man felt a stab of jealousy towards Dom, who got to have this all the time.

It was a good thing that Elijah didn't want it to be gentle, because Viggo doubted he could control himself even if he wanted to.  The pace was relentless, and Elijah's body was tilted just enough so that Viggo was jabbing at his prostate with every stroke.

From the corner of his eye, Viggo saw Dom sitting in a nearby chair and slowly stroking his erection, his gray eyes fixed solely on Viggo's body.  The knowledge that Dom would fuck him after this made Viggo move even faster.  It had been too long since someone was inside of him; usually he was the one controlling the shots, but it could feel so good to let go and just be taken.

Elijah was making sounds Viggo had never heard come out of a human mouth before.  None of it was coherent but all of it was loud, and Viggo could only pray that Peter wasn't staying in the next room.  Elijah's hand was now working on his neglected erection, pumping it in time with Viggo's furious thrusts.  He managed to keep his eyes open the entire time, which had a devastating effect on Viggo; those eyes, the older man thought, should be classified as a lethal weapon.

"Give it to him harder, mate," Dom said in a low voice, having materialized out of nowhere to be at Viggo's side.  "He can take it."  Elijah confirmed his partner's statement by nodding vehemently.  "You're bigger than he's used to, but he can still take it."

Dom pressed Elijah's legs all the way back to his chest, and Viggo had a fleeting thought that if the young man's acting career ever failed, he could become a contortionist.  The next thrust was particularly brutal, as Viggo wanted to prove to the hobbits that he could indeed give it to him harder, and it ripped a squeal from Elijah's mouth.

"Oh, God!" he screamed, pushing back against Viggo's cock.  His fingers were still working nimbly on his own cock, and his eyes were wild.  He was close.  Viggo was close.  With one more jerk on his cock, Elijah came, his cum shooting up and hitting Viggo's chest.  The feeling of splattering warmth on his skin made Viggo groan loudly, and he exploded within Elijah's body.

Dom's surprisingly strong arms pulled Viggo out of Elijah before he could collapse onto the younger man.  Viggo didn't protest as he was rolled to his back on the mattress, and he stared up at the ceiling as he realized that this situation was definitely surreal, even for him.  Looking down at the trail of stickiness on his skin, he groaned.  Lovely.

"Don't worry," Dom chuckled when he saw Viggo's expression.  "We'll get you clean.  Elijah?"

Having somehow recovered his strength almost instantly, Elijah smiled and crawled on top of Viggo, his tongue unhesitatingly beginning to lick his own cum off of the other man's chest.  Viggo was reminded of a kitten by the way Elijah's pink tongue snaked out to lap up the fluid, then realized that maybe he should ignore that analogy if he ever wanted to look at a cat the same way again.

Once Elijah deemed Viggo suitably tidied up, he slid off the bed and stretched.  "I'm gonna go take a shower.  Have fun you guys!"  He practically skipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Is he always this hyper?" Viggo asked.

"He's a handful," Dom said affectionately.  "But he's worth it."

"Hmm.  So I remember you saying something about wanting to bury yourself inside of me?"

"You ready for another round?"

"Fuck, Dom, I'm not that old," Viggo laughed.

:Okay then.  On your hands and knees.  And don't touch yourself."

Viggo got himself into the position Dom wanted and was rewarded with an appreciative noise.  "Like what you see?" he asked.

Dom didn't say anything, just slid cool, lube-slicked fingers into Viggo's ass.  The older man grunted and pushed back against the invasion, wanting more.  He got what he wanted when Dom curled his fingers and brushed against that secret spot of pleasure.  Viggo gasped and rocked his hips; it was wonderful but still not enough.

"Ready?"  Dom's low voice sent a shiver racing through Viggo's body.

"Yeah."

"Tell me, Viggo."

"Fuck me," he pleaded, seeing no shame in begging.

"Of course."  Dom easily slid into Viggo's body and moaned at the feeling of being buried in tight heat.  After a moment of stillness, Dom began thrusting with slow and even strokes that made his partner push his hips back.  "Not good enough?" he asked playfully.

"I want you to fuck me, to let go," Viggo growled.

"Well if that's what you really want . . ."  His voice trailed off as he picked up the pace, slamming into Viggo roughly and reveling in the cries of pleasure that filled the room.  Elijah came out of the shower and Dom looked at him appreciatively.  "Elijah, come over here," Dom commanded between thrusts.

Elijah let his towel fall to the ground and obediently walked towards the bed.  "What do you want?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"Viggo's making a lot of noise," Dom managed to say.  "Maybe you should find a way to keep him quiet."

"I think I can do that," Elijah said with a naughty grin.  He quickly fisted his cock until it was hard and then stood in front of Viggo's face.  "Suck it," he ordered.

Viggo eagerly obeyed, taking the hot flesh in all the way until his nose was buried in a light dusting of curls.  Elijah hissed in pleasure and twisted his hands in Viggo's hair, beginning to fuck his mouth while Dom fucked his ass.  The merciless double assault was unbearably good, and Viggo wondered if he would come without his cock receiving any kind of contact.

Dom's movements were erratic now, and Viggo knew how close to coming the younger man was; Elijah was also close as precum dripped down Viggo's throat.  Elijah came first, screaming something incoherent as Viggo greedily drank all of his cum.  Moments later, Dom spent himself in Viggo's body, his only noises being a few grunts and groans.

When both of his partners pulled away, Viggo felt empty and frustrated, still searching for his own release.  But he remembered Dom's command not to touch himself, and so he stayed in position, wondering what would be next.  He got his answer when the bed dipped behind him and a warm tongue ran down the cleft of his ass.

"Shit," Viggo hissed.  He didn't know whose tongue it was, but he supposed it didn't really matter as long as *someone* brought him to climax.  The tongue circled his hole before sliding in, tasting Dom's cum along with Viggo's own flavor.  Viggo jerked uncontrollably at the feeling, and when the tongue slid lower to lick his balls, he came onto the sheets with a yell.

When he could finally move again, Viggo sat up and looked at the two hobbits, who were grinning widely at him.  "That was *fun*," Elijah enthused.

"Definitely," Dom agreed.  "Even though we ruined the blanket."

Elijah shrugged.  "Well it's not our blanket, so I don't care that much."

"Hmm."  Dom leaned forward and kissed Viggo gently.  "How are you doing?"

"Pretty damned good," Viggo chuckled.  "It wasn't quite what I was expecting when Elijah called earlier."

"Well, do you want to hang around and watch movies with us now?  Or would that be too weird?"

"No, it sounds good to me."

"I can't believe I got to have sex with you," Elijah sighed as he looked at Viggo.  "Orli's gonna be so pissed."

"Orli?" Viggo asked.  "Why would he be pissed?"

"You've got a big mouth, Elijah Wood," Dom scolded.

"Seriously, why would Orli be upset?" Viggo asked again.

"He bet us fifty pounds that he could get you into bed before we could," Elijah said.

"Are you serious?"  Viggo was stunned and more than a little flattered.

"Yeah.  I think we're the gayest cast in history."

Viggo laughed.  "Then the next year should be very interesting indeed."
 
 

Back to Random Insanity