Fic : Up the Creek Without a Saddle
I'm on a roll here - posting 2 fics to my lj in 2 days. Must be a weekend coming up around here somewhere! Enjoy - hopefully both the weekend and the fic....
Title : Up The Creek Without A Saddle
Author : Andatariel
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Smut, fluff
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando and Viggo have been parted for five months, but their reunion doesn’t go exactly as Viggo planned.
Beta : Grateful thanks to awesome alliwantisanelfforchristmas for all her help and patience.
Posted : May 2004
Archive : Viggorously, Characters in Bloom. Others please ask- I’ll most likely say yes.
OK, so I’m a method actor. That means I do everything I can to get into the skin of my character, to the degree of carrying part of my costume or props wherever I go. So it’s with a pang of guilt that I hear a squawk and a loud thud from the bedroom as I realize what has happened. I rush in from the deck to be greeted by the sight of Orlando’s perky, taut butt in the air as he lies sprawling face down over Hidalgo’s saddle.
“Fuck, Vig, this is getting ridiculous,” he grumbles as I rush over to pick him up, unable to resist running my hands over his backside as I do so.
“Hello to you too,” I laugh.
“Don’t think you can get around me like that,” he yells, shrugging my hand off his arm as he gets to his feet. “It’s bad enough that I had to spend almost a year tripping over fucking Anduril every time I turned around, and now this.” He gestures to the floor. OK - I guess I could have found a better place for the hat, saddle, and blankets, but I was so keen to get to the beach house and get cleaned up before he came home. After all, this is our first night together in five long months, and I can’t wait to feel him in my arms again. Phone sex with Orli is great, but when you have the real thing….
“I’m going for a walk and this lot had better be gone by the time I get back. And lose that grin while you’re at it,” he states firmly.
Oh shit. He’s really pissed at me.
“I’m really sorry, baby,” I say, trying desperately to stifle the laughter that is threatening to well up as I have a mental flashback to the sight of him sprawled over the saddle.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me! I’m going,” he yells, eyes flashing and cheeks flushed. I step forward to take him in my arms and he pushes me away. This is getting serious. What on earth is wrong with him? Normally he’d see the humour in this.
“Baby…?” I manage to get out before he pushes past me and storms out, slamming the door. I sink down onto the bed, wondering what the hell is going on.
****
Two hours later, the room is tidy and I’m lying on the bed, worrying myself silly about where he could be. I know he knows this area well - we spent 15 months living here whilst shooting “Rings” and now Peter has been kind enough to put us back on familiar territory for the reshoots, but I’m still worried. It’s really dark and there’s a big storm brewing.
The door opens and he’s standing there, shivering. He only had a vest top on when he went out, and it’s cold outside with the wind blowing.
“Are you okay, baby?” I leap up off the bed. He can only nod, rubbing his hands up and down his arms to try and warm up. I enfold him in my arms.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” I say, hugging him tightly. “I didn’t mean to leave everything lying on the floor. You know I try and become my character, and I’m battling to make the transition from Aragorn to Frank Hopkins, so I thought I’d bring some of the stuff with me. I was in a hurry because I wanted to shower and get cleaned up before I saw you this evening.”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I totally overreacted. And I’ve just been wandering around all the old familiar places and thinking about us and how much I love you and how much I’ve screwed tonight up.” He sniffles. Hang on a minute - is he crying? I tilt his face towards me and see the crystalline tears spilling over those sculpted cheekbones.
“I love you too. Now come on, Orlando,” I say. “What’s really wrong?”
“I dunno,” he sniffs. “I was just so excited to see you and I haven’t slept for two days and I really, really wanted tonight to be special. Instead, your first sight of me is face down on the floor with my arse in the air.”
“Well, that sight does have its advantages.” I can’t help grinning at him. “I love you whichever way up you are, and I’m sorry I laughed.”
“I must say if I’d seen you in that position, I’d have seen the funny side and then jumped you immediately.” He grins back up at me, tears drying on his cheeks. “I’m really sorry I overreacted.”
“Forget it.” I lean down and capture his lips with mine in a slow, passionate kiss. Our lips part, and our tongues slide together in a slow dance of love. “Let’s get you into a hot shower,” I say when we finally pull apart. “The last thing I want is for you to get pneumonia.”
“Ooooh goody, a shower. Wanna scrub my back?” He smirks, licking his lips and snuggling up to me.
“Not a chance, Elfboy. You are too tired and need some sleep. I’ll set the alarm early - we’ll have plenty of time for that in the morning.” He pouts, adorably, and allows me to steer him to the bathroom. I turn on the taps as he strips off his clothes, and bundle him into the water. “Get in there and warm up,” I instruct him as I go back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, I hear him calling me.
“Veeeggggoooo - can I please have a towel?”
I hand him one through the shower door, resisting as he tries to grab my wrist and pull me in. “You’re no fun tonight,” he grumbles.
“Listen, Elfboy, you’ve had enough excitement for one night; now get dry so we can get some sleep.”
Grumbling, he dries off and falls into bed. I undress and climb in next to him and wrap my arms around him. I kiss him gently, wish him goodnight, and close my eyes. I’m also exhausted, and maybe if I pretend to sleep my overtired, overwrought angel will take the hint and get some much-needed rest.
****
I am awakened by the feeling of hands wandering up and down my torso and thighs, and a hot mouth on my neck. I blink in the darkness, for a split-second thinking that I’m dreaming before I remember I’m back in New Zealand with Orli.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Sorry, babe, I’m too wound up to sleep,” he whispers back before he fastens his lips on mine in a searing kiss. “I need you,” he gasps into my mouth. I pull him closer and deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue between his lips and rubbing it along his. He moans in the back of his throat and holds me tightly, thrusting his hips against mine. His arousal is unmistakable, and mine is not far behind. We lay together, kissing and moving our bodies against one another, hands exploring, gasping at the feel of hot flesh as our hard cocks slide together.
“Vig,” he whimpers, “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Okay, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want. I need to be inside you as well,” I rasp, vaguely surprised that I can form a coherent sentence at this stage. Lying here with my arms full of hot and horny Orlando is enough to drive all rational thought away. I reach over to the bedside table and grab the lube I left there earlier in preparation for the morning.
I slick up my fingers and slowly enter him with the tip of one. He gasps - it’s been a while and he is very tight.
“It’s okay, baby,” he gasps. “I need to feel you.” I nod and push the finger in further, sliding it gently in and out a few more times before adding a second. He hisses again, but I curl my fingers and slide them over his prostate. He lets out a strangled cry and arches up off the bed, thrusting against my fingers. I slide them in and out, scissoring slowly to open him and ensuring I rub across his sweet spot with every movement. He is soon babbling incoherently and I add a third finger, wanting to open him as much as possible before I enter him. He reaches down and grips my cock, spreading the precum that has gathered at the tip over the shaft and sliding his hand up and down. Soon I am no more in control than he is, and I need to feel him around me as I plunge into him.
“Vig, need … more,” he gasps. I remove my fingers slowly and he whimpers at the loss as I lube up my cock, lift his legs to my shoulders, and nudge at his opening with my throbbing organ. I start to slide into him - shit, he’s tight. Slowly, slowly I penetrate the hot tight heat.
I lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, my tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth in imitation of the movement I want to be making with my cock.
“Oooh, Viggo, I need to feel you moving,” he moans into my mouth, and I am only too happy to oblige. I thrust in and out a few times slowly before sliding my hands under him and lifting his hips slightly to change the angle of penetration. He bucks and his muscles clench around me as I hit his sweet spot, and I let out a groan.
“God, baby. You feel so good,” I rasp. I’m trying to keep this slow, but he’s moaning and writhing under me and I can’t hold back any more. I take a deep breath and start to pound into him relentlessly.
“Fuck, Vig!” he screams as I move one of my hands down to stroke his dripping cock in time with my thrusts. He arches his hips up, trying to drive me even deeper, and I feel myself coming undone.
“God …. Fuck … Viggooooooo!” he screams, and I feel his hot seed spilling over my hand, coating both our stomachs. His internal muscles tighten and ripple in waves up and down my cock with the intensity of his orgasm, and I am lost. With a shout, I give one final thrust and come deep and hot within him.
I drop my head to his chest, hearing his heart pounding in time with the pulse of my own thundering in my ears. Slowly, I start to regain my composure, and slide out of him to lie next to him.
“Okay, baby?” I ask, pulling Orli into my arms.
“Better than okay,” he says, and I can feel him smiling. “That was amazing. I’ve missed you so much, Vig. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby, now go to sleep.” I don’t know if he heard the last part as I can tell from his breathing that he’s asleep already. I slide out of bed to get some wet naps, and gently clean him up before attending to myself and sliding back into bed next to him. He mumbles and snuggles up to me, and I kiss the unruly curls on top of his head before sliding into a deep sleep myself.
****
I awaken next morning to the sound of the alarm, which is quickly switched off. I open my eyes to an incredible sight. Orli is stretched out on top of the bedcovers, naked except for a wicked smile, a bright red bandanna, and my ‘Hidalgo’ hat.
“Hey, cowboy,” he purrs. “Wanna ride?”
End
Title : Up The Creek Without A Saddle
Author : Andatariel
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Smut, fluff
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando and Viggo have been parted for five months, but their reunion doesn’t go exactly as Viggo planned.
Beta : Grateful thanks to awesome alliwantisanelfforchristmas for all her help and patience.
Posted : May 2004
Archive : Viggorously, Characters in Bloom. Others please ask- I’ll most likely say yes.
OK, so I’m a method actor. That means I do everything I can to get into the skin of my character, to the degree of carrying part of my costume or props wherever I go. So it’s with a pang of guilt that I hear a squawk and a loud thud from the bedroom as I realize what has happened. I rush in from the deck to be greeted by the sight of Orlando’s perky, taut butt in the air as he lies sprawling face down over Hidalgo’s saddle.
“Fuck, Vig, this is getting ridiculous,” he grumbles as I rush over to pick him up, unable to resist running my hands over his backside as I do so.
“Hello to you too,” I laugh.
“Don’t think you can get around me like that,” he yells, shrugging my hand off his arm as he gets to his feet. “It’s bad enough that I had to spend almost a year tripping over fucking Anduril every time I turned around, and now this.” He gestures to the floor. OK - I guess I could have found a better place for the hat, saddle, and blankets, but I was so keen to get to the beach house and get cleaned up before he came home. After all, this is our first night together in five long months, and I can’t wait to feel him in my arms again. Phone sex with Orli is great, but when you have the real thing….
“I’m going for a walk and this lot had better be gone by the time I get back. And lose that grin while you’re at it,” he states firmly.
Oh shit. He’s really pissed at me.
“I’m really sorry, baby,” I say, trying desperately to stifle the laughter that is threatening to well up as I have a mental flashback to the sight of him sprawled over the saddle.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me! I’m going,” he yells, eyes flashing and cheeks flushed. I step forward to take him in my arms and he pushes me away. This is getting serious. What on earth is wrong with him? Normally he’d see the humour in this.
“Baby…?” I manage to get out before he pushes past me and storms out, slamming the door. I sink down onto the bed, wondering what the hell is going on.
****
Two hours later, the room is tidy and I’m lying on the bed, worrying myself silly about where he could be. I know he knows this area well - we spent 15 months living here whilst shooting “Rings” and now Peter has been kind enough to put us back on familiar territory for the reshoots, but I’m still worried. It’s really dark and there’s a big storm brewing.
The door opens and he’s standing there, shivering. He only had a vest top on when he went out, and it’s cold outside with the wind blowing.
“Are you okay, baby?” I leap up off the bed. He can only nod, rubbing his hands up and down his arms to try and warm up. I enfold him in my arms.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” I say, hugging him tightly. “I didn’t mean to leave everything lying on the floor. You know I try and become my character, and I’m battling to make the transition from Aragorn to Frank Hopkins, so I thought I’d bring some of the stuff with me. I was in a hurry because I wanted to shower and get cleaned up before I saw you this evening.”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I totally overreacted. And I’ve just been wandering around all the old familiar places and thinking about us and how much I love you and how much I’ve screwed tonight up.” He sniffles. Hang on a minute - is he crying? I tilt his face towards me and see the crystalline tears spilling over those sculpted cheekbones.
“I love you too. Now come on, Orlando,” I say. “What’s really wrong?”
“I dunno,” he sniffs. “I was just so excited to see you and I haven’t slept for two days and I really, really wanted tonight to be special. Instead, your first sight of me is face down on the floor with my arse in the air.”
“Well, that sight does have its advantages.” I can’t help grinning at him. “I love you whichever way up you are, and I’m sorry I laughed.”
“I must say if I’d seen you in that position, I’d have seen the funny side and then jumped you immediately.” He grins back up at me, tears drying on his cheeks. “I’m really sorry I overreacted.”
“Forget it.” I lean down and capture his lips with mine in a slow, passionate kiss. Our lips part, and our tongues slide together in a slow dance of love. “Let’s get you into a hot shower,” I say when we finally pull apart. “The last thing I want is for you to get pneumonia.”
“Ooooh goody, a shower. Wanna scrub my back?” He smirks, licking his lips and snuggling up to me.
“Not a chance, Elfboy. You are too tired and need some sleep. I’ll set the alarm early - we’ll have plenty of time for that in the morning.” He pouts, adorably, and allows me to steer him to the bathroom. I turn on the taps as he strips off his clothes, and bundle him into the water. “Get in there and warm up,” I instruct him as I go back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, I hear him calling me.
“Veeeggggoooo - can I please have a towel?”
I hand him one through the shower door, resisting as he tries to grab my wrist and pull me in. “You’re no fun tonight,” he grumbles.
“Listen, Elfboy, you’ve had enough excitement for one night; now get dry so we can get some sleep.”
Grumbling, he dries off and falls into bed. I undress and climb in next to him and wrap my arms around him. I kiss him gently, wish him goodnight, and close my eyes. I’m also exhausted, and maybe if I pretend to sleep my overtired, overwrought angel will take the hint and get some much-needed rest.
****
I am awakened by the feeling of hands wandering up and down my torso and thighs, and a hot mouth on my neck. I blink in the darkness, for a split-second thinking that I’m dreaming before I remember I’m back in New Zealand with Orli.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Sorry, babe, I’m too wound up to sleep,” he whispers back before he fastens his lips on mine in a searing kiss. “I need you,” he gasps into my mouth. I pull him closer and deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue between his lips and rubbing it along his. He moans in the back of his throat and holds me tightly, thrusting his hips against mine. His arousal is unmistakable, and mine is not far behind. We lay together, kissing and moving our bodies against one another, hands exploring, gasping at the feel of hot flesh as our hard cocks slide together.
“Vig,” he whimpers, “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Okay, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want. I need to be inside you as well,” I rasp, vaguely surprised that I can form a coherent sentence at this stage. Lying here with my arms full of hot and horny Orlando is enough to drive all rational thought away. I reach over to the bedside table and grab the lube I left there earlier in preparation for the morning.
I slick up my fingers and slowly enter him with the tip of one. He gasps - it’s been a while and he is very tight.
“It’s okay, baby,” he gasps. “I need to feel you.” I nod and push the finger in further, sliding it gently in and out a few more times before adding a second. He hisses again, but I curl my fingers and slide them over his prostate. He lets out a strangled cry and arches up off the bed, thrusting against my fingers. I slide them in and out, scissoring slowly to open him and ensuring I rub across his sweet spot with every movement. He is soon babbling incoherently and I add a third finger, wanting to open him as much as possible before I enter him. He reaches down and grips my cock, spreading the precum that has gathered at the tip over the shaft and sliding his hand up and down. Soon I am no more in control than he is, and I need to feel him around me as I plunge into him.
“Vig, need … more,” he gasps. I remove my fingers slowly and he whimpers at the loss as I lube up my cock, lift his legs to my shoulders, and nudge at his opening with my throbbing organ. I start to slide into him - shit, he’s tight. Slowly, slowly I penetrate the hot tight heat.
I lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, my tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth in imitation of the movement I want to be making with my cock.
“Oooh, Viggo, I need to feel you moving,” he moans into my mouth, and I am only too happy to oblige. I thrust in and out a few times slowly before sliding my hands under him and lifting his hips slightly to change the angle of penetration. He bucks and his muscles clench around me as I hit his sweet spot, and I let out a groan.
“God, baby. You feel so good,” I rasp. I’m trying to keep this slow, but he’s moaning and writhing under me and I can’t hold back any more. I take a deep breath and start to pound into him relentlessly.
“Fuck, Vig!” he screams as I move one of my hands down to stroke his dripping cock in time with my thrusts. He arches his hips up, trying to drive me even deeper, and I feel myself coming undone.
“God …. Fuck … Viggooooooo!” he screams, and I feel his hot seed spilling over my hand, coating both our stomachs. His internal muscles tighten and ripple in waves up and down my cock with the intensity of his orgasm, and I am lost. With a shout, I give one final thrust and come deep and hot within him.
I drop my head to his chest, hearing his heart pounding in time with the pulse of my own thundering in my ears. Slowly, I start to regain my composure, and slide out of him to lie next to him.
“Okay, baby?” I ask, pulling Orli into my arms.
“Better than okay,” he says, and I can feel him smiling. “That was amazing. I’ve missed you so much, Vig. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby, now go to sleep.” I don’t know if he heard the last part as I can tell from his breathing that he’s asleep already. I slide out of bed to get some wet naps, and gently clean him up before attending to myself and sliding back into bed next to him. He mumbles and snuggles up to me, and I kiss the unruly curls on top of his head before sliding into a deep sleep myself.
****
I awaken next morning to the sound of the alarm, which is quickly switched off. I open my eyes to an incredible sight. Orli is stretched out on top of the bedcovers, naked except for a wicked smile, a bright red bandanna, and my ‘Hidalgo’ hat.
“Hey, cowboy,” he purrs. “Wanna ride?”
End