TITLE: Shelter From the Storm (11/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17 for this part
SUMMARY: Finding hope in the darkest times
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce in my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: AU, references to war and violence throughout the fic
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: August 12th, 2003
Their mouths came together again, and Orlando found himself unable to resist sliding his hands over Viggo's back and shoulders. He had wanted this for what felt like forever; he had dreamed of what it would be like to have Viggo's hands on him and to kiss every part of his body. Now he had the chance to make his dreams a reality, and he was almost frantic with need.
"Slow down," Viggo said gently.
"I can't," Orlando told him. "I want this so much."
"So do I." Viggo took a deep breath. "I want you to make love to me, Orlando. I want you to be inside me."
Desire surged through Orlando's body at the thought of being inside of Viggo, of bringing him pleasure. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Viggo's hands pulled his lover even closer, and looked at Orlando with a gaze that was a mix of vulnerability and need. "Please, Orlando."
"Do you have anything?" Orlando asked, his heart hammering in his chest. "Any kind of lubrication?"
Viggo swallowed hard and nodded. "In my bedroom. Let's go there."
"Alright."
The two men practically sprinted to the other bedroom. Viggo muttered in frustration as he tripped over a book, then regained his footing and went to the chest of drawers near the window. He pulled out a container of petroleum jelly, then closed the curtains and turned around to face Orlando again. "Will this do?" he asked, setting it down on the floor next to the bed.
"Yes," Orlando managed to say, fighting his urge to throw Viggo onto the bed and tear off his clothes. He wanted this to be special, not some quick little roll in the sack. He had also guessed that Viggo's previous relationship was not one with loving, gentle sex, and that was exactly what he was determined to make this. That was what Viggo deserved.
Viggo took Orlando into his arms again and began placing kisses all around the other man's face. "I love you," he murmured. Orlando didn't respond, and he didn't have to; Viggo knew just from looking into his eyes how the other man felt. Love was plain to see in the brown depths.
Orlando kissed him deeply, his hands slowly removing Viggo's shirt and
undershirt.
Pushing the garments to the floor, he skimmed his fingers over the
strong chest, through the sprinkling of light brown hairs. When Viggo
let out a light moan, Orlando looked at him and smiled as he reached for
the buttons of his own shirt.
"Let me," Viggo rasped, and Orlando allowed himself to be gently pushed down on the bed while Viggo's nimble fingers made short work of Orlando's shirt and undershirt. Warm, slightly rough hands slid reverently down Orlando's chest, making him inhale sharply. Viggo's touches became more sure as he reached for the button of Orlando's pants. "Can I . . ." His voice trailed off as he looked up at his new lover.
"Of course." Orlando lifted his hips to help Viggo's efforts, and soon found himself naked. He pulled Viggo up for a long kiss, his hands working on opening Viggo's belt and pushing down his pants. Viggo groaned and pulled away just enough to remove the rest of his clothes.
"Better," Viggo chuckled, and Orlando had to grin. But his breath caught in his throat as he saw Viggo lying down next to him, propping himself up on one elbow and completely naked.
Orlando had pictured what Viggo would look like naked many times, but the reality was even more beautiful than what he had conceived of. The broad chest that tapered to narrow hips, the muscular arms and legs, the long, thick cock; it was all so gorgeous to Orlando. He pulled Viggo down for a kiss, his hands roaming down Viggo's back until they came to rest on his ass.
Viggo moaned into the kiss and ground his erect cock against Orlando's own.
He pulled his mouth away, but silenced Orlando's protest by licking and nipping down the other man's chest, teasing his nipples with sucking kisses. His mouth continued down until he reached Orlando's cock, and he ran a finger over the head, coaxing a moan from his lover. Leaning forward, Viggo's tongue mimicked the actions of his finger, lapping up precome from the slit.
"You don't have to," Orlando said even as he closed his eyes in pleasure. He didn't want Viggo to feel obligated in any way.
I want to," Viggo murmured, effectively silencing Orlando's protests. He ran his tongue up and down the length of Orlando's cock, repeatedly swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. When he felt that Orlando was sufficiently aroused, Viggo took the other man's erection almost all the way into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh, God!" Orlando gasped. His fingers twisted in the sheets, and only Viggo's hands pressing on his hips kept him from bucking up. Viggo was sucking him in earnest, bobbing up and down on his cock as one hand moved down to toy with his balls. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being surrounded by the wet warmth of Viggo's talented mouth, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized when he looked down to see Viggo's eyes looking up at him.
It was too much. Orlando came with a loud cry, arching his back and spilling into Viggo's mouth. His body trembled as Viggo kept his mouth on him, swallowing every drop of Orlando's come and then licking his softening cock clean.
"That was wonderful," he told Viggo as he pulled his lover up for a long kiss. Feeling the press of Viggo's erection against his thigh, and he reached down to begin stroking it. Orlando gently pushed Viggo to his back and began kissing him again; Viggo's hands tangled in dark curls as Orlando's hand continued to work on his cock.
Not content with merely kissing Viggo's mouth, Orlando began to kiss and lick every inch of skin between Viggo's lips and his crotch, whether it was his neck, his wrist, or his belly button. When Orlando reached Viggo's cock, he pushed back the foreskin, intrigued by its unfamiliarity. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on the head of the leaking shaft, then continued moving down, running his tongue over Viggo's balls and making the other man moan loudly.
The moan turned into gasp when Orlando slid his hands under Viggo's ass and began to trace his entrance with an eager tongue. Pulling Viggo even closer to him, Orlando pushed deep inside of his lover's body. Viggo threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly, unconsciously pushing his hips down on Orlando's tongue as it moved in and out of him.
As soon as he felt himself getting hard again, Orlando reluctantly stopped licking at Viggo. He smiled sympathetically as Viggo groaned in protest. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I want to be inside of you," Orlando murmured, sliding up to kiss Viggo again. "Is that what you still want?"
"God, yes." Viggo's eyes were serious. "I need you to make love to me, Orlando." He reached down and grabbed the container of petroleum jelly, handing it to Orlando, who smeared some on his fingers. "Just go slow, alright? It's been a while," Viggo said with a slight smile.
"Alright." Orlando smiled back and then slowly slid a finger into Viggo. He reveled in Viggo's sigh of pleasure, and waited a moment before adding another finger. There was no discomfort on Viggo's face as he was stretched with the utmost care, and he let out a soft cry when the fingers curled inside of him and rubbed over his prostate.
"Orlando, please . . ." There was a new huskiness to Viggo's voice, and it made Orlando shiver pleasantly. A third finger entered Viggo, making him wince momentarily. Orlando leaned in for another kiss, trying to soothe him; it worked, as Viggo's body relaxed and all three fingers were able to open him up.
Knowing that they both needed more, Orlando removed his fingers and hastily slathered the lubricant onto his erection. "Are you ready?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes," Viggo told him firmly.
Orlando positioned his cock at Viggo's opening and pushed forward breaching the tight ring of muscle. An expression of pain marred Viggo's face for a moment, and Orlando stopped his movement, caressing his lover's damn brow with a comforting hand. When Viggo nodded, Orlando took it as his cue to continue sliding into him; with one final push, he found himself fully sheathed within the heat of Viggo's body.
"You're okay?" Orlando asked, willing himself to remain still.
"I'm fine." His eyes pleaded with Orlando to start moving, and that seemed to Orlando like a very reasonable request.
With both hands braced on the mattress, Orlando began to slowly thrust inside of Viggo's body. Any initial discomfort had slipped away, and now there was solely bliss on Viggo's face. He wrapped his legs around Orlando's waist, changing the angle slightly and drawing him deeper into his body. The next stroke hit Viggo's prostate and tore a cry of pleasure from his mouth; Orlando couldn't keep silent either, moaning at the tightness and heat that enveloped his cock.
Viggo's hands pulled Orlando down for a kiss. He stroked Orlando's tongue wth his own and sucked at the full bottom lip. Orlando let out a noise that sounded like a whimper and thrust harder, speeding up the pace. One of his hands reached down to grasp Viggo's cock, stroking it firmly in time with his movements.
"Yes . . . oh, God . . ." Viggo was gasping and moaning with every thrust, arousing Orlando even further. The sight of Viggo under him, his mouth open and eyes closed, a flush on his beautiful face, was absolutely incredible.
Orlando's movements were more erratic now, his control starting to slip as the mix of sensations threatened to overwhelm him. He didn't know how much longer he could last; the way that Viggo's body seemed to draw him in and not want to let go was intoxicating. Viggo was pushing back to meet Orlando's thrusts, his hips bucking as his cock was stroked. Orlando could tell that his lover was close to coming by the way his body trembled.
Another kiss began, this one almost desperate in its intensity. Their moans were muffled by each other's mouths as their tongues dueled, and Orlando's hand worked furiously on Viggo's cock. Moments later, Viggo wrenched his head away from the kiss and cried out as he came. Orlando continued kissing his neck as shudders wracked Viggo's body.
The feeling of Viggo's body tightening around him and the seed spilling over his fingers was too much for Orlando. Throwing his head back, he thrust once more and came inside of his lover, crying out Viggo's name. He slumped bonelessly on top of Viggo and smiled as he felt a hand gently running through his hair.
"I love you, Viggo," Orlando said softly.
"I love you, too. Lying here with you now . . . I feel happier than I've felt in years." Viggo pressed a kiss to Orlando's forehead. "Thank you."
Orlando smiled. "You've made me happy, too. I didn't think that was possible after everything that happened, but you've changed my life. You're wonderful."
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, then Viggo shifted a bit. "As much as I love lying here with you, I think we should clean ourselves up a little."
"Good idea," Orlando chuckled, slowly pulling out of Viggo and settling down onto the mattress. "Do you want me to go back to my room afterwards?"
"No. I want you to stay in here from now on. Stay with me."
"Really?"
"If you want to," Viggo said nervously. "I mean, you don't have to stay in here."
Orlando smiled. "Viggo, I want to stay with you in here; you don't have to worry about that."
"Good." Viggo smiled as well. "I'm going to go get a washcloth. I'll be back in a moment." He gave Orlando a quick kiss and then got out of bed, returning a minute later with a damp cloth and a basset hound trailing at his heels. "Milo, stay," he instructed the dog as he climbed back on the bed, cleaning them both with the damp cloth.
"Does he usually sleep on the bed?" Orlando asked.
"No. He can't jump that high." Viggo finished cleaning them up and then put the dirty cloth in a wash basin next to the bed. "But he keeps trying to get up anyway; it's actually very funny."
"Poor Milo," Orlando laughed.
"Oh, he'll be fine. Look -- he's already sleeping on the rug," Viggo chuckled, pointing out the snoring pooch.
Orlando grinned and settled into Viggo's embrace, placing a kiss to the cleft in his chin. "You're beautiful, do you know that?"
Viggo blushed and pulled Orlando's mouth up for a kiss. "You're pretty gorgeous yourself." One of his fingers traced Orlando's high cheekbone. "Gorgeous, warm, brilliant . . . and a wonderful lover." They kissed again. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Orlando said, yawning a bit.
"Tired?" Viggo asked with a smile. "Why don't you get some sleep, Orlando?"
"Okay." He pressed his body even closer to Viggo's finding a comfortable position. "Goodnight, Viggo."
"Goodnight, Orli."
"Orli?" He looked up curiously.
Viggo shrugged. "I thought I'd see how it sounds as a nickname. Is it alright with you?"
Orlando smiled and kissed Viggo's shoulder. "Nobody's ever called me that before. I think it's adorable."
"Then sleep well, Orli."
"I will."
Orlando closed his eyes, his smile widening as Viggo's arms tightened around him. It was unbelievable to him how lucky he felt. His life was tainted by fear, and there was pain that lingered from the losses he had experienced. But all of that seemed to slip away as he lay here in Viggo's embrace, feeling safe and loved.
He had happiness now. He had Viggo.
