TITLE: Rewarded (13/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: R, for references to sex (I'll return to full NC-17 soon!)
SUMMARY: Out on the town
FEEDBACK: Please! I'm a total whore for it!
WARNINGS: Roleplaying, bondage, harsh language
DISCLAIMER: I made this all up in my *crazy* little head. It's
FICTION
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored, just let me know where it's going
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A permanent thank you to my beloved Lostiawen for her
support, beta skills, and insanity. Also, I'm grateful to all of
those fans of this series who have patiently waited for this
chapter. I hope it lives up to expectations!
DATE WRITTEN: June 28th, 2004
"For the last time, Princess Leia is *not* a virgin!" Dom
exclaims. "She's way too worldly and cool to stay vaginally
untouched."
"Vaginally untouched?" Billy snorts. "That's a delicate way of
putting it, Dommie."
"But she wears a white dress!" Lij protests. "That's gotta count
for something!"
It's somewhat ridiculous to me that between takes of a very dramatic
scene in an extremely big-budget film version of a prestigious literary
work, the hobbits are concentrating not on the task at hand but rather
on the sexual habits of a Star Wars character. Not that I can
really blame them, seeing as we're all bored as shit right now. I
think that we're on take number eleven thousand of this scene, and
nobody can seem to figure out why Pete isn't satisfied with our
performances. Even *my* enthusiasm is starting to wane, and
that's when you know that we're all in trouble. So the hobbits
and I snuck off to let our minds atrophy a little bit.
"Listen to me, Lij – Leia was definitely fucking Han Solo," Dom insists.
Lij squawks indignantly. "She was not!" He looks at me for
support and I roll my eyes, wondering how I got dragged into this
debate.
"I have to side with Dom on this one," I tell Lij. "I don't think
she could resist Han's scruffy charm for very long. Besides,
there are practically no women in the entire intergalactic system, so
she'd have to either rely on him or some other stud to keep her
satisfied."
"Yeah, or she could use a vibrator," Sean adds.
"Would she even have access to a vibrator?" Dom snickers.
Just then I hear footsteps approaching through the leaves of the
Rivendell set, and Hugo's voice says, "Uh-oh, the children are talking
about sex again." I whip my head around to see him and Viggo
grinning at me.
"What's this about vibrators?" Viggo asks.
"We were talking about whether or not Princess Leia uses them," Billy
informs my boyfriend. Not that Billy (or anyone else) *knows*
that Viggo's my boyfriend, but that's beside the point.
Hugo and Viggo nod patronizingly, but before they can let loose with a
wicked comment, a set assistant mercifully comes tramping over and
orders us back to our places so we can run through the scene
again. But Viggo nudges my shoulder with his as we're walking
back, and I look at him questioningly. "A vibrator?" he asks in a
hushed voice, his mouth curled upwards in a grin.
I blush furiously. "Sean was the one who brought that into the
conversation. And I didn't even have sex on the brain until the
hobbits started talking about it."
"Yeah, right." Okay, so that *was* a lame lie.
"It was all Lij's idea to start talking about the sex lives of Star
Wars characters!" I protest.
"You guys all need to get lives," he chuckles.
"Oh, hush up. I have a life." I gesture towards his crotch
in what I hope is a subtle manner.
"What, my dick is your life?" he snorts. "You need to broaden
your horizons, Orlando."
"Have any suggestions?"
"Actually, yes. Several of us are going to a bar tonight, and I
think–"
"An *old person's* bar?"
He glares at me, and I smirk back at him. "It's a very nice
bar. Ian picked it out. I believe it's actually a gay bar."
Smack! I walk straight into a tree. So much for elven
grace. Refusing to take Viggo's proffered hand, I pull myself to
my feet again and brush the silk Rivendell leaves off of my
costume. "A gay bar? Who's going? How did he convince
people to go?"
"Everyone's going. People just figure that they need a break, and
that a gay bar would be a fun place to let loose."
"John is going? And Beanie? And Pete?!"
"Well, not Pete. I don't think he knows about this,
actually. But yeah, everyone else is going. Are you in?"
I don't even have to think. "There's alcohol, a dance floor, and
you'll be there. Of course I am!"
*****
Silk isn't like the other gay bars that I've been to – it's clean,
upscale, and veering towards pretentious. My mohawk definitely
does not blend in here, nor do any of the giggling hobbits. I
note with a touch of irony that John and Beanie, two of the most hetero
men I know, look right at home in dapper clothing as they sip their
drinks and refuse to gawk at any of the gorgeous men that glide
past. Ian is, of course, enjoying himself to the fullest,
chatting up the cute bartender and getting free Martinis in the process.
Viggo is idly sipping his Scotch as he peruses the crowd, chuckling at
some of the more flamboyant youngsters and smiling when he sees couples
dancing together. Anduril is not by his side tonight; he's traded
in his treasured costume for snug black trousers and a crisp white
shirt that I can't recall ever seeing on him. It takes a special
occasion for him to wear new clothes, so perhaps something momentous
will occur later tonight. Maybe after we get home, I'll get a
nice treat in the bedroom, although, knowing Viggo, I'll have to earn
that honor.
Fucking Christ, just watching him sit and drink is making me
horny. The man *is* smoldering intensity. He personifies
sex. On one hand, I feel blessed to be his
boyfriend/lover/fucktoy; on the other, it frustrates me to no end that
I have to sit here and be expected not to throw myself onto his lap so
he can use me until we're both satisfied right here in front of
whomever chooses to watch.
The problem is that whenever I come to a place like this, I'm used to
touching and being touched. That's what I did before meeting
Viggo – bump and grind on the dance floor along with the rest of the
libido-charged masses. So it's difficult now to stay still at the
bar and restrain myself from joining the crowd on the dance floor.
In the end, I can't resist the lure of the music that's pulsating
throughout the bar. I won't flirt or give anyone the wrong idea,
so hopefully Viggo won't be able to accuse me of being a naughty boy
(although his punishments for things like that are events that aren't
to be missed). Bean chuckles as I announce that I'm heading for
the dance floor, while Dom gives me an encouraging wolf whistle, and
Ian requests that I recruit a hot blonde for him. Viggo
acknowledges my statement with a nod and the ghost of a smile. I
guess he's not upset.
Once I get out onto the floor and in the midst of the dancing crowd,
it's as if I'm not in control of my body. Granted, that's not a
foreign sensation for me, but it's a thrilling one nonetheless.
They're playing a song I've never heard before, but it sounds like what
would happen if you crossed Lauryn Hill with David Bowie; the woman's
soothing voice and the hypnotic beat cause me to start shaking my
groove thang.
Damn, I forgot that wiggling my leather-clad booty is so much
fun! And how considerate of all these men to clear a little
circle for me to dance the night away. Sure, they could be
checking out my arse, but I don't really care; after all, that arse
belongs only to Viggo. So I simply enjoy the hoots of
appreciation that I garner with each twitch of my bum and roll of my
hips. Enjoy it while it lasts, boys.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Dom, Lij, and Billy dancing at the
edge of the crowd. I guess you *can* get straight hobbits to
dance at a gay bar, at least once you've soaked them with
alcohol. Even from here, I can hear Lij's telltale nervous giggle
as a horny patron cops a feel on him. Loosen up and enjoy
yourself, Elwood! You might learn a few very fun things.
"Hey there, sexy." I whip my head around and come face-to-face
with a handsome man who has a Kiwi accent. He's looking at me
like I'm the dessert at a free buffet, which, frankly, I don't
appreciate.
"Hi." I keep my response clipped, then turn so I can disappear
into the crowd. But a strong hand on my arm prevents me from
going anywhere. "Can I help you?" I ask as warning bells go off
in my head.
"I saw you dancing, mate," the man informs me. "You're
incredible."
"Thanks."
"My name's Phillip."
"Uh, I'm Elijah," I lie.
"Elijah . . . what a beautiful name." He looks me up and down
again. "Care to go somewhere more private? We could get to
know each other," he suggests.
"No thanks. I came here with my boyfriend." Hey, it's the
truth.
"Oh, really? Where is he, gorgeous?"
I scan the club desperately for any sign of Viggo, but he's nowhere to
be found. "Well, he was at the bar a moment ago . . ."
"He won't even dance with you?" the stranger scoffs. "Some
boyfriend. I think you should come with me; I'll give you some
*real* attention."
"Listen, I'm not interested. Sorry to burst your bubble." I
yank my arm free and start to march off of the dance floor. What
a downer!
Again, an iron grip closes around my arm, and this time I cry out with
shock and pain. This fucker is strong! "Look, my place is
two blocks from here," Phillip purrs. "Why don't you just come
with me and we'll have some fun?"
"Just leave me alone, you tosser!" I shout.
"Come on, you know you want me." What is wrong with this
bloke? Is he deaf?
"Look, I already said–"
"Leave him alone." That unmistakable growl makes me look away
from the insane stranger and right into the beloved blue eyes of my
boyfriend. I immediately feel a hell of a lot safer now that he's
has managed to find me. Maybe that makes me sound like some kind
of pathetic damsel-in-distress, but I don't give a shit. I need
him now.
"Who the fuck are you?" Phillip demands, as if he holds some claim on
me.
"I'm his boyfriend, that's who." I love hearing that!
"Bullshit. A cute young thing with a fossil like you?"
"He *is* my boyfriend" I protest, heartily offended at hearing Viggo
referred to as a fossil.
"Prove it." How on earth are we supposed to prove that we're
together?
"Fine," Viggo smirks. He grabs my hand and pulls me from
Phillip's grip into a much more welcome embrace. Even before his
mouth touches mine, I sigh with content, not caring that this will be
our first kiss in front of others. Any contact with Viggo is a
very good thing.
This isn't just a simple, sweet kiss. It's an inferno of lips,
tongues, and teeth that's meant to prove how much we desire each
other. In the back of my now-cloudy mind, I don't think that
anyone could see us in this position and doubt that we're
together. I must admit that I've kissed strangers while clubbing
before, but this kiss has all of the passion and practiced moves of
longtime lovers.
I'm whimpering with need when our mouths finally separate, but the
music is loud enough to drown that out. Viggo's protective arm
wraps around me and keeps me close to him, establishing that the
pissing match between himself and Phillip has been won. Unable to
stop myself, I snuggle into his shoulder a little, glad that I found
sanctuary from the freaky stranger who wouldn't leave me alone.
And that whirlwind of a kiss was a nice perk, too.
"Satisfied?" my lover drawls.
Phillip doesn't answer; he merely glares at both of us before turning
to stomp off in the other direction. I feel like I'm in a
movie! It must be a gay version of some romantic drama, with
Viggo as the handsome stud who makes the audience swoon in every scene.
"Are you okay?" Gone is Viggo's caveman growl and sneer; in it's
place is the look of a very concerned boyfriend. "Jesus, I saw
that guy trying to get his paws on you, and I ran out on John in the
middle of our conversation."
I smile at him, feeling very mushy. "I'm okay, Vig. You
kind of fulfilled my knight-in-shining-armor fetish."
He chuckles. "Good. Maybe when we get home, I'll work on
some other fetishes."
"Yeah?" I'm really glad that the club is dark enough so that
nobody can see me blushing. "Did I earn that kind of fun tonight?"
"I'd say that after the crap you just went through, you'll be getting a
special treat," he says with a wink. It takes all of my willpower
not to jump for joy at those words.
"Could we go back to the bar? I, uh, kind of want a drink after
going through that," I admit.
"Of course, babe."
I grab Viggo's hand and pull him through the crowds until we reach the
bar, feeling a bit more in control of things now. Upon reaching
our destination, I quickly flag down the bartender and order a
beer. I don't want anything too strong, since I need to be alert
for my 'special treat' later. Just as I'm about to lift my drink
to my mouth, I notice the rest of the Fellowship staring at me and
Viggo with their mouths wide open in shock.
"Oh . . . uh . . ." I guess we have some explaining to do.
"That was some great acting, Viggo!" Billy exclaims, breaking the
silence amongst us.
"Yeah, way to get Orli off the hook with that creep!" Elijah
chirps. "What a brilliant plan!"
"Too bad I didn't think of that," Ian laughs. "I could have
kissed Orlando." He gives me his typically lecherous wink.
"It wasn't an act," Viggo explains. His arm slides around my
waist and he pulls me against him again. "We're really
together. We have been for a few months."
"What?!" That cry of shock comes from Beanie, Dom, and Lij at the
exact same time.
"You heard him," I say. "Why do you think Vig went so apeshit on
that bloke?"
"Well, um . . . shit . . . congratulations!" Sean stammers.
"I want details!" Billy yelps. "Juicy, juicy details!"
"You won't be getting any of those," I tell them firmly.
"Aw, come on," Beanie pleads.
"Just a few naughty bits," John teases. "That's all we want."
"Forget it!" I cry.
"Orli, don't be so rigid," Viggo chuckles. "We can tell them
about the time I put you in a cock ring and spanked you because–"
"What? Eww! Nobody needs to hear that!" Lij screeches.
"My virgin ears!" Dom wails.
"I'm just teasing!" Viggo laughs. "You guys are such babies."
"Fine, we'll leave you alone," Ian grumbles. "Spoilsport."
"Trust me, guys," I say with a grin, "you're better off not knowing."
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