TITLE: Some Kind of Heaven (12/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Their own private Idaho (Alternating POV)
FEEDBACK: It's a giddy little thrill at a reasonable price
WARNINGS: Smut + Sap = Smap
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my twisted imagination
ARCHIVE: BTF, LBES, Lothlorien, my site; all others please ask, but
I'll surely say yes
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Once again, I'm not sure when certain movies were filmed,
so I made up the dates. ***** denotes a POV change
DATE WRITTEN: July 23rd, 2003
"It's beautiful here, Vig," I marvel. I look around the living room of the rustic Idaho house that Viggo's been talking about forever and I'm only seeing for the first time. My wonderful boyfriend knew how much I needed a break after finishing 'Ned Kelly', so he suggested that we spend some time in Idaho, far removed from the madness of Los Angeles. So here we are, prepared to spend a week doing absolutely nothing. Okay, so we might shag a few times. Or twenty. Or as many times as I can get my hands on him.
"I'm so glad you like it," he says, kicking off his shoes. "I haven't been here since last summer, and it's so great to be back. It's even better that you're here with me." He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.
"Mmm, so do I get the grand tour?" I ask, leaning back into his embrace.
"How about I show you the bedroom now and the rest of the house later?" Viggo murmurs.
I laugh. "A bit impatient, are we?"
"It's not my fault that you're addictive," he rumbles. My breath hitches as he catches my earlobe in his teeth, pulling at it gently. "I've missed you so much over the last few months, and now I have you all to myself for seven whole days."
"Does this mean that I won't be able to walk when the vacation is over?" I turn my head and give him my best cheeky grin.
Viggo chuckles and grinds against my arse so I can feel that he's already hard. "Well, if I had my way, you'd be in bed all the time and never need to walk."
"That sounds like a goal to shoot for," I say, grabbing his hand and starting to walk. "Now where's the bedroom?"
"Up the stairs, turn left and go into the first room," Viggo directs, allowing me to drag him through the house.
"Perfect." I stumble up the stairs and open the door to the bedroom. "Christ, this is gorgeous," I breathe, looking at the cozy room that's bathed in the late afternoon sunlight.
"*You're* gorgeous," he tells me, turning around to face him.
"And you're biased," I inform him.
"No, I'm not," he says seriously. "You're beautiful, Orlando." He leans forward and kisses me, one of his hands settling on my hip while the other skims over my cheek. "Beautiful and clean-shaven."
"You didn't like the 'Ned Kelly' beard?" I ask with mock-offense.
"I like it better when you choose your own facial hair -- or lack thereof." Viggo smiles and kisses me again; I moan softly and lean into the kiss, opening my mouth and teasing his lips with my tongue. His lips part for me and I eagerly explore his mouth for the thousandth time. I'll never get tired of kissing Viggo, especially since it often leads to shagging, and that is a very nice thing. And now that my brain has thought of shagging, my dick is already stirring. Yup, we have liftoff.
Viggo's still sporting the impressive erection that he was grinding against me in the living room, and it seems a shame that it's being neglected. Before I can go about, um, servicing him, his hands are making quick work of my jeans and guiding me towards the bed. I let him position me so I'm sitting at the foot of the bed, and then he pulls my trainers off, followed by my pants and boxers.
When he kneels down and starts kissing my thighs, I groan in protest. "Viggo, stop."
"What's the matter, love?"
"I wanted to do this to *you*," I explain.
He laughs loudly. "You have all week to get around to that. But for now, I really just want to swallow your cock."
I think my brain just short-circuited. "Um, go ahead," I manage to say weakly.
He flashes me a grin that's pure carnality. Dear God, I'm toast. He resumes kissing my thighs, adding teasing little nips and licks that make me squirm around on the bedspread. That wonderful mouth slowly inches over to my cock, and I shudder as he kisses his way up to the head, where he swirls his tongue around the slit. Then he follows through on his promise, taking me all the way in with one quick movement and swallowing around my erection.
"Fuck, Vig," I moan. My hands reach down and tangle in his short hair, seeking as much contact as I can get. Viggo sets a rhythm of moving up and down on my cock, pulling almost all the way off of it before deep-throating me again. The feeling of his mouth around my cock is insanely wonderful, and I can't help but thrust forward into it, losing myself in the sensation of slick warmth clinging to my erection.
Viggo's hands steady my body and still my movements, and I groan in fustration. He chuckles around my cock, making wonderful vibrations shoot through my body. Resuming his previous rhythm, he looks up at me while taking me deep once more, and I can feel the lust in his eyes like a brand on my skin. I'm curiously fascinated by his cheeks hollowing as he sucks my cock, and I can't look away or even close my eyes. I'm close and he knows it.
When he deep-throats me once more, swallowing and sucking my cock without mercy, I come in his mouth with an unabashed yell. My fingers curl in his hair, and if he's in pain, he doesn't seem to care as he continues to milk my orgasm, keeping his mouth on me until I'm completely spent and fall back onto the mattress. I close my eyes and run a hand over my face as I come back down to earth.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asks, his voice tinged with amusement. He wants me to speak? That would require using precious brain cells that my orgasm probably just killed.
"I'm fine," I groan.
"Good." He stands up and peels off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. His shoes are kicked off, then his socks; realizing my own shirt is still on, I quickly strip it off and scamper back to the headboard. Yes, I actually scamper. He inspired that kind of energy. "Wait," Viggo suddenly says. "Lube. Shit -- the lube is downstairs in my suitcase. I'll be right back."
"I'll be waiting," I call as he runs out of the room. My hand wraps around my cock, lazily stroking myself to hardness again while imagining various scenarios of how Viggo might choose to make love to me. I'm conceptualizing my legs being hauled over Viggo's shoulders as he plunges into me when my Sex God of a boyfriend comes barreling into the room, tossing the lube on the bed.
"Got it," he announces breathlessly.
"So I see." I give him my best 'come hither' look and lean back against the pillows. "Well, well, lover boy. Here you have me -- naked, vulnerable, and miles away from anyone else. What *are* you going to do with me?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas," he drawls. He casually shucks his jeans and boxers, freeing his erection. Ambling slowly over to the bed, he stands in front of me , wearing nothing on his perfect body except a devastating grin. Eep! I think my brain just spontaneously combusted.
The bed dips as he joins me on the mattress, covering my body with his and capturing my mouth with a kiss. I let out a muffled moan and slide my hands over his shoulders, my fingers clutching at warm skin as he strokes my tongue with his own. His mouth moves to trail kisses along my jawline and we both groan as our erections brush against one another. It's been almost two months since we've made love, and I'm all but dying to have him inside of me.
"I want you to ride me, Orli," Viggo says, not mincing any words.
"I could do that," I stammer. We kiss again before Viggo pulls away and hands me the lube. "What are you giving this to me for?" I ask in confusion. "Aren't you going to prepare me?"
"No," he tells me, that wicked grin back on his face. "You're going to prepare yourself -- and I'm going to watch."
"Pervert," I admonish playfully as I coat my fingers. He just keeps smiling as I get up on my slightly spread knees and slide two fingers into myself. Since I'm nothing if not a natural performer, I return his grin and moan loudly, managing to hit my prostate as I bend my back a little and curl my fingers. It's a good thing I'm flexible.
My eyes close, and I imagine that it's Viggo's hard cock pumping in and out of me instead of my own fingers. Adding a third finger, I sigh his name. If he wants a show, then a show he will get. "Feels so good, Vig," I moan. "You're so fucking hard inside of me . . . God, you're filling me up." I gasp as I brush over my prostate again. "Please, I need you *now*."
His hand grips my wrist, and I open my eyes to meet his blazing ones. "I need you, too," he husks. I swallow hard at the undisguised lust in my voice, my fingers slipping out of my body and reaching for the lube again. Viggo allows me to slick up his dripping cock, then he lies back on the bed and pulls my body over his. We briefly kiss before I pull away to brace my hands on his shoulders and slowly lower myself onto his erection.
Both of us moan as I impale myself on his cock, shudders running through my body at the feeling of his hard flesh splitting me in two and then filling me completely. After taking a moment to let my body readjust to his, ahem, impressive size, I start to rock my hips, slowly moving up and down on his cock. His hands come to rest on my waist, not in an attempt to guide my movements, but just so we're touching each other even more.
My rhythm gradually quickens; it's been way too long since we've been together, and we both desperately want to find our release in each other. What I'm doing now can't really be described as rocking on him -- it's more of a frenzied lapdance. But I really can't help myself. Viggo looks absolutely beautiful beneath me, his eyes struggling to stay open and his lips parted as he lets out these amazing little breathy moans. God, he makes the sexiest noises when we're in bed. As if I needed any more incentive to jump him.
When he looks up at me and smiles, I impulsively lean down and kiss him fiercely. He moans into my mouth, one of his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair while he nips at my bottom lip. Our tongues stage a mock battle for dominance as I continue to move my body up and down his cock. He's thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with my rhythm, and we break the kiss only because breathing is becoming a necessity again.
He's pushing his hips up at me, spearing me with his cock as the possessive hand on my hip grips my skin hard enough to leave bruises. I close my eyes, focusing on the sound of Viggo's moans and sighs, the feeling of his heated skin against my own, and the slide of his cock inside of my body, brushing my prostate with almost every pass. My pace speeds up as I feel my orgasm approaching, and I force my eyes open to look down at him.
One last thrust of his hips, combined with the sight of Viggo all flushed and needy under me, is all it takes to push me over the edge. I come without any contact to my cock, a loud cry spilling from my lips as my body continues to rock on top of his. My muscles clench around Viggo's cock, and a few moments later I feel him coming inside of me; he gasps my name before pulling me down for a kiss, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.
The kiss continues long after the last aftershocks of our orgasms have passed through us, and I'm quite content to just lie here in a post-coital snog with Viggo. Our bodies shift so we're lying on our sides facing each other, our arms and legs entwined as we kiss some more. My hands roam over his back in directionless patterns, occasionally moving down to his arse so I can pull him even closer to me. I couldn't care less about the sweat and come on our skin, or the slight soreness in my arse (after all, Viggo's quite endowed, and it's been a while since we've done this); all that matters to me is that I'm finally here with him.
"Mmm," I murmur when our mouths finally separate. "It's nice to be home."
His brow knits in slight confusion, which makes him look adorable. "Orli, we're in Idaho."
"You're here, so I'm home," I say simply. Viggo smiles and kisses me again.
*****
"I shouldn't have brought my stupid mobile," Orli mutters as he walks out onto the porch and tosses his cell phone on the table.
"What's the matter?" I ask with a frown. "Who called?"
"My agent. I told her to try and leave me alone this week, but apparently there's a role that's 'perfect' for me," he says, even using air-quotes to mock his agent.
"She's just doing her job," I reason. "If it's really a great part, would you want her to let it pass by just because you're on vacation for a week?"
"I guess not." Orli sighs and sits down in the Adirondack chair next mine; I grin as he takes a sip of my iced tea without asking. "But I just finished making a movie, and I don't want to have to think about my next project already."
"So don't think about it. Just put it out of your mind until we get back to L.A."
"I would, except that the part is . . . well, it sounds *really* cool," he says, grinning a little.
"Yeah? What's the part?"
"I'd get to play a pirate!" His voice is suddenly filled with enthusiasm, and his brown eyes are (dare I say it?) sparkling. "It's a movie based on that Disneyland ride Pirates of the Caribbean, and they've already signed some *major* actors to the film. Guess who's going to be in it! Just guess!"
"I have no idea," I say with a smile, reaching over to reclaim my iced tea.
"Geoffrey Rush and Johnny Depp! Also known as the Marquis de Sade and Gilbert Grape! Can you fucking believe that, Vig? And they want *me* to play this guy named Will who becomes a pirate so he can save the girl he's in love with. It would be, like, third billing or something!"
"Not to mention that you'd forever be Henry's idol for being in a Disneyland-based movie," I laugh.
"That's true. I mean, it would be so amazing to do this."
"So you're going to go out for the part?"
He frowns a little. "Maybe. I'm not sure."
"Orli, it sounds like a great opportunity. Besides the fact that it's a big role in a big movie, look at the actors you'd get to work with. Plus, if it's actually going to be shot in the Caribbean, you'll get a great tan."
"Yeah, but . . ."
"But what, love?"
Orli sighs and looks at me. "It'd be another two or three months away from you. And I know that you're going to be making that horse movie--"
"It has a name," I remind him.
"Sorry. I meant to say that you'll be making 'Hidalgo' from, like, late August to early October, and I just finished filming 'Ned Kelly', and to deal with *another* separation would be really hard for me."
"Well, it'd be hard for me, too," I say truthfully. "But this is what we choose to do for a living, it's what we love to do, and it's not always easy. I've missed spending a lot of time with Henry over the years because I've been all over the globe making movies, but I'm always there for him when he really needs me and that's what matters. As long as we keep our priorities in the right place, we'll survive the two-month separations."
"So do you think I should do it if I get the part?" he asks.
"Orli, *you* have to make that decision for yourself. You know that I'll support you no matter what you choose to do. But look at how excited you got just from telling me about the movie -- would you really pass up an opportunity like that? You've worked so hard to get yourself out there with your other movies, and this seems like a great part for you."
"Yeah, it would be a terrific opportunity. And it would definitely up my coolness quotient with Henry," he laughs. "I just want to make sure that you don't resent the fact that I'm spending so much time away from you."
"Resent it? I don't resent it. Yes, it's difficult when we're apart, and I miss you terribly, but we always get through it. Besides, *I'm* the one going off to film 'that horse movie' next month, so it's not exactly like I'm a martyr."
"That's true."
"Plus, if we spent all of our time together, we'd never have fabulous reunion sex," I tell him with a wink.
Orli laughs and blushes a little. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."
"Look, don't worry about it right now. Like you said, we're on vacation. When we get back to L.A., you'll think about whether or not you want to go out for the movie. For the moment, just put all that stuff out of your mind."
"I'll try." He smiles at me. "So what should we do this afternoon?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Sounds like a plan."
*****
"Have you two decided what you want to order?" our waitress asks us. She's a nice, bleach-blonde lady with awful lipstick whose name-tag reads 'Julie'.
"I'll have the fried chicken basket," Viggo says.
"Do you want cole slaw or potato salad with that?" she asks.
"Cole slaw, please."
"And for you, young man?" she asks me. Viggo snickers at the words 'young man' and I kick him under the table.
"I'll have the same as my older friend," I say, sending glare in my boyfriend's direction.
"Alright, then." Julie collects our menus and walks away.
"Orli?" Viggo's looking at me like I've just sprouted a second head. "Why'd you order the fried chicken basket? Are you aware that fried chicken contains chicken?"
I laugh and take a sip of my water. "Yes, I'm aware of that."
"And you're aware that chicken is a type of meat?"
"Yes." I'm really enjoying this.
"Then why . . ."
"Because I've decided to stop being a vegetarian."
"Are you serious? Why?"
I shrug. "It just didn't feel right anymore; I can't really explain why. And then when you had that turkey sandwich for lunch today, it was the last straw. I missed the taste of meat way too much, so I'm going back to the world of the carnivores."
"Technically, you're becoming an omnivore, but I get the point," Viggo says with a grin. "So does this mean I don't have to put up with soy ice cream anymore? Are you ditching the minimal-dairy philosophy as well?"
"Yes, I am. From now on, I'll eat whatever looks good." I give him an appraising look before saying in a voice that's almost a whisper, "And that includes you."
Viggo raises his eyebrows and smirks at me. "Cheeky."
"That's my word," I pout.
"You know, you might not want to eat a lot of the chicken. It's been a long time since you've eaten meat, and you'll get sick if you have too much."
"Don't worry, Vig," I assure him, my eyes lighting up as Julie the waitress returns with our baskets of fried chicken and cole slaw. "I can take care of myself."
THREE HOURS LATER:
"Maybe I *can't* take care of myself," I say miserably as I lay my head against the toilet seat."
"Are you done throwing up?" Viggo asks gently.
"Yes. I think that I just threw up the entire chicken. Even the parts I didn't eat."
He helps me to my feet and I shakily walk over to the sink to wash cold water over my face. "Can I make you some tea? It might make you feel better."
"Okay," I say weakly.
Viggo puts on a kettle of water and I settle on the comfy couch in the living room, frowning as my stomach lets out an uneasy rumble. "Do me a favor," my boyfriend requests with a smile as he hands me a cup of herbal tea a few minutes later. "Don't eat any more meat tonight."
"But Vig," I whine, "I really want to eat *your* meat tonight."
"I walked right into that one, didn't I?" he laughs.
"Seriously, can I get my hands on your meat tonight? I'm feeling a lot better now." I'm teasing him, but I also *would* like to fool around for a while.
"Not until you brush your teeth, love. Several times."
*****
Am I still sleeping? No, I don't think so. Hmm . . . something wet is running over my thigh. Ah, that must be Orli. Or rather, Orli's tongue. What a nice tongue. Have I told him recently that I love his tongue? I must do that.
"I love your tongue," I murmur.
"And good morning to you," my lover responds from somewhere between my thighs.
"This is a nice way to wake up," I comment, shivering as that talented tongue brushes over my balls.
"I'm quite happy to be starting my day this way, too." Orli takes one of my balls into his mouth, and I groan loudly. That mouth really should be illegal. Actually it shouldn't, because then I'd never get to have Orli use it on me. His hands pull my hips closer to him, and I grip the sheets tightly as his tongue circles my hole.
"Don't tease," I plead. "I just woke up."
Orli chuckles, but luckily he isn't intent on torturing me this morning. After a few more quick swipes of tongue around my hole, he dives into me. He's always so eager in the mornings. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
He's basically fucking me with his tongue, pulling back every so often to nuzzle and lick my balls. I moan my gratitude as he thrusts his tongue into me repeatedly, then I decide to get into the act by wrapping a hand around my cock. My hand and his tongue settle into an odd rhythm, and I feel myself getting close to the edge way too soon. Apparently my morning erection is very impatient.
Sensing how close I am, Orli removes my hand from my cock, replacing it with his mouth. I thrust up into his mouth, my hands instinctively burying themselves in his hair. He manages to deep-throat me a few moments later, and that's all I can take; I wail his name as I come, bucking my hips and tightening my grip on his curls. Orli licks me clean, then bestows a kiss to the head of my cock before slithering back up the mattress and kissing me deeply.
"What'd I do to earn *that*?" I ask with a smile when the kiss ends.
Orli shrugs. "I just woke up and saw you lying there, looking all disheveled and irresistible, and I couldn't help myself."
"I think you're pretty irresistible yourself," I tell him.
"You're just saying that because I rimmed you," he says, grinning unrepentantly.
"You're right, I am," I tease. He gives me the patented Orlando Bloom Pout and I laugh, pulling him in for a kiss. "Oh, Love Pig -- you know I can't resist you."
"Few can," he jokes.
I draw him closer and kiss him again. "I've had such a wonderful week, Orli."
"Me, too. I don't want to leave today. This week went way too fast."
"Yeah, but at least we're going to be in L.A. together for three weeks," I remind him. "Then I go off to make 'Hidalgo', and you'll get on board a pirate ship."
"If I get the part," he says.
"You'll get the part."
Orli smiles and runs a finger along my jawline. "I love you so much, Viggo. I can't ever tell you that enough."
"I love you, too."
"And since you love me, you'll make me pancakes for breakfast, right?" he asks earnestly.
"That depends. What's my reward?"
"You git, I already rimmed you this morning. What more do you want from me?" he laughs.
"Love," I reply with a grin. "Just love."
"Deal. You get all my love and I get some pancakes." He
kisses me once more before bounding out of bed with unnatural energy.
"Come on, old man. Cook me some breakfast."
