TITLE: Rewarded (7/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Careful what you wish for
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Graphic sex, coarse language
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 19th, 2003
Viggo looks hot right now.
Damnit, he looks *so* hot standing there in that leather coat, and those boots, and that fingerless glove he uses to handle his sword. How on earth am I supposed to be able to concentrate on the scene when the most smolderingly sexual man on earth is standing two feet away from me? Drama school didn't exactly prepare me for how to keep your dick down when you get near Viggo Mortensen.
Thankfully, nobody notices my predicament. We're on the Lothlorien set, filming the scene where the Fellowship meets Galadriel and Celeborn, and I'm subtly stealing glances at Viggo whenever the camera isn't on me. And if the camera *does* happen to catch me checking him out, then I guess that it's plausible for Legolas to be mentally undressing Aragorn.
"Cut!" Pete calls. "Cate, could you maybe try to speed up your delivery a tiny bit? Galadriel is supposed to be worldly and wise, but not necessarily catatonic."
"Of course," Cate says with a typically graceful smile.
I sneak a peek over at Viggo and see him fingering the hilt of his sword. And no, that's not a euphemism. Making sure that nobody's looking our way, I bump his hip with my own and give him a sultry pout. Hello, handsome.
"I'm bored," I say in a low voice.
Viggo rolls his eyes almost imperceptibly. "Find a way to amuse yourself."
"I can't," I whisper. "I keep thinking about your big, hard, cock plunging into me over and over again until I can't even moan anymore. It's driving me mad, Viggo. I want you to take me home and fuck me through the mattress."
Straightening up, I see that nobody's any wiser as we get ready for the next take -- although Viggo now has a funny little smile on his face that I'm sure is reflected on my own. I really can't wait until the day is over.
*****
"Alright, we'll take twenty minutes to try and figure out what's going on with this light," Pete sighs with exasperation.
I break character and look around for a hobbit to make mischief with. Before I can get very far, I feel Viggo's grip of iron clasping me around the arm. "Come with me," he orders, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?!" I hiss.
Viggo doesn't answer me; instead, he lets go of my arm and starts walking away from the set. I follow him without a second thought, worrying for a moment if I've actually angered him in some way. The cast and crew pay us no mind as we weave through them, walking off the set and reaching the trailers. We walk up the steps into the trailer that the two of us share with Sean, and Viggo immediately closes the door behind me and locks it.
"A-are you alright, Viggo?" I ask nervously, backing up as he stalks towards me.
"It wasn't very nice of you to get me all worked up like that before," he says. "Was that supposed to be some kind of practical joke?"
"No, I was just giving you some ideas for later tonight." I stop talking as I find myself cornered against the trailer wall. "You're not mad, are you?"
Viggo smiles. "I'm not mad, Orlando. I'm just a little . . . frustrated."
Suddenly, my mouth is besieged by his. Damn, but that man can kiss. And his hips are now pressed against mine, complete with a full erection straining against those leather breeches. What the fuck is he doing? Can't he wait a few hours?
"You got me so worked up, slut," he breathes. "I bet you thought that I'd simply wait until the day was done to fuck you like you wanted, but I'm a bit too impatient for that. Besides, I need to remind you who's really in charge here." He reaches around to grab my arse and grind against me.
"Viggo, not here," I protest weakly, even though I'm dying for him to do with me as he pleases right here in the bloody trailer.
"Nobody will need us for another fifteen minutes," he tells me, stepping away to take off his sword and coat. "And I saw Sean talking to Philippa about his character; he won't be coming by to interrupt us."
"So we're safe?" I ask breathlessly, watching mesmerized as he unlaces his pants and pulls out his erection. My own cock has immediately sprung to attention and is now ready for action.
"We're safe," Viggo laughs, reaching into a drawer and rummaging around until he pulls out a tube of lube.
"You keep lube here?" I squeak. God, I sound like an idiot.
"I do now that I have you," he purrs. He removes Aragorn's glove and slicks up his cock, then wipes his hands on a napkin. "I need to keep lube here just in case my hungry little slut needs a good fucking between takes." Yes. I do need a good fucking. And Viggo's just the man to deliver it. And Viggo's just the man to deliver it. Except there's one thing that I want before this starts.
"Could you . . ." I blush and Viggo raises his eyebrows in askance. "Could you put the glove back on?"
He laughs throatily and complies with my odd request, then slides his leather-encased palm down my neck, causing me to shiver at the sensation. "Better?"
"Yes." Hey, it may sound like a weird fetish, but that glove is bloody sexy! *You* try standing next to Viggo take after take and not thinking about having him bugger you while wearing it.
"Now all we have to do is get you out of this fucking costume," he growls. "Take off your leggings and boots." I dutifully obey, knowing that I'd rather have the clothes off then risk costuming's wrath if I get them ripped or (even worse) stained.
Viggo hikes up my tunic and then lifts me clear off the floor, pushing my back up against the wall of the trailer. I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist, trying to lower myself onto his cock. I need this *so* badly.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, making sure that I don't need to be stretched first. He's considerate like that.
"Yes," I whimper. "Please fuck me, Viggo."
He clamps a gloved hand over my mouth and pulls me down, impaling me on his cock. I let out a scream that's muffled by his hand, then throw my head back against the wall. Sure, that hurts a little, but it's completely drowned out by the incredible sensation of Viggo brutally fucking me up against a wall. Up against a wall! I feel like I'm in a porn flick!
"You're a greedy little whore, Orli," he says in a positively sinful voice, his lips brushing against my artificically pointed ear. "You're always hungry for my cock, always thinking about it, aren't you?" His cock hits my prostate, and I mewl helplessly into his glove. "You can't even wait until we're off the set to tell me how you want me to fuck you." Nope, I can't.
I nearly whine in protest when Viggo's gloved hand disappears from my mouth, but I'm satisfied again a moment later when he kisses me fiercely. Both of his hands are now on my arse, kneading the cheeks, and my legs tighten around his waist. The contact between our bodies is even closer, making each of his thrusts seem even more intense. His cock is truly splitting me in two, and I'm moaning constantly into the kiss with each pass over my prostate; meanwhile his tongue is eagerly fucking my mouth with the same rhythm that his cock is using in my arse. The feeling of that leather glove on the skin of my arse is weirdly terrific, and I'm so glad that I had him keep it on.
This is totally surreal -- Viggo's fucking me up against a wall, and we're both wearing Middle Earth garb. His hands are so bloody strong that they're easily supporting my arse, and I know that's the reason why my back isn't getting screwy from this position. It's a really good thing that I'm not required to walk, run, or sit in the scene we're filming today, because all three will be a bit difficult with the fucking that he's giving me.
"You're such a whore," he gasps, finally breaking the kiss. "God, you're so willing to let me fuck you anywhere, even right here in the trailer." I whimper softly as he delivers a particularly hard thrust, biting my lip to keep myself from being any louder. "You're so beautiful, so tight, so mine," he hisses. "I love the feeling of being in your sweet little ass." Is there no relief from this man's sexiness?
"More," I plead, rotating my hips around his cock as he continues to thrust. "Tell me more."
Viggo smirks. "You like hearing what a slut you are, don't you? It gives you a thrill." I nod furiously, feeling my power of speech evaporating with each one of his powerful thrusts. "Does it feel good, having my cock fuck you harder than anyone's ever fucked you before? I'm marking you as mine, Orli. No one will ever fuck you like I do; you'll never be anyone else's whore."
"No, never," I chant.
His movements become a bit jerkier, his thrusts a bit shallower, and I know that he's not going to last much longer. For some reason, my eyes lock onto a bead of sweat that's slowly trickling down his neck; leaning forward a bit, I lick it off and then place a kiss to the underside of his chin. Fuck, even sweat tastes good on him. It's just not fair.
He pulls my head up and kisses me again, his tongue moving desperately in my mouth as he gives one last thrust and comes inside of me. I moan into the kiss at the feeling of his come filling my arse, then let out of a pathetic whine as he forces me to unlock my legs from around his waist and separate from him. My dissatisfaction vanishes a moment later when Viggo drops to his knees and takes my neglected erection into his expert mouth, pushing my tunic up so that he can go to work on me.
Knowing that I have to keep silent, I purse my lips tightly and content myself with making little whimpering noises. It's a struggle to keep myself from thrusting into Viggo's mouth, especially when his tongue does an absolutely brilliant thing on the head of my cock, but I manage to stay still and let him do his thing. When two of his fingers join my cock in his mouth, then slide into my just-fucked hole, it's all I can take.
Biting my lip so hard that I can almost taste blood, I stifle my cry and come into his mouth. Viggo swallows convulsively, milking all he can from my cock until the last shudders have wracked my body. I let my head fall back against the trailer wall, still breathing heavily and unable to believe that he just fucked me in the goddamned trailer. There's never a dull day on the set, that's for sure.
"You ready to go back out there?" he asks lazily, as if nothing has happened.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
We both get our costumes back in order, then Viggo grabs me for one last kiss as we near the door. "So, can you keep your libido under control until we get off the set?" he says with a smirk. "I can't have you teasing me like that again."
"I'll behave," I promise, giving him my best coquettish smile.
Viggo shakes his head and laughs before giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"You really are a demanding little whore. But you're definitely worth
it."
