(and finally) Walk on By - XIX
WALK ON BY - XIX
Author: Lottie Lenya
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, not based in reality - to the best of my knowledge Viggo Mortensen has never lived rough and Orlando Bloom was never part of the Constabulary.
Beta: Marny
A/N. For Gattadoro who just improved on my very sloppy writing! Thanks darling
Scorching back to London, neither Orlando or Viggo had much to say. Viggo's hand rested on Orlando's thigh, fingers gently massaging him. Both men had tender little smiles on their face, neither realised he was smiling.
For once Orlando wasn't screaming at the traffic, was almost serene as they edged their way back into town. He kept glancing over at Viggo, catching his eye then looking away again. The worries about his future, no, their future put aside for a little while. He was almost sure that whatever happened in the next few months, he wanted Viggo to be a part of it. It was the biggest decision he'd ever made, bigger even than deciding to leave the Force.
"Are we nearly there, Orlando?" Viggo whispered. His stomach had been somersaulting all over the place for the last twenty minutes. He didn't recognise the geography at all.
Before he could answer Orlando's phone began to ring, its tone shrilly to Viggo's ears.
"Yep?" Orlando flicked it open, blithely disregarding the laws about mobiles and driving.
"Oh alright, you cunt, what do you want?" he pulled a face. "Where?" lit a cigarette, phone uncomfortably resting between shoulder and chin, and began to smile. "Yeah? Really? I dunno, it would depend...."
Viggo's heart sank. He recognised the pattern. Orlando was going out, he would come back drunk and fall down; he could see his chance of their making love disappearing before his eyes.
"Not tonight mate,"
Viggo did a double take.
"Nah, me and my old man are having a night in, it seems I'm on a promise..." he cackled evilly. "Too much information eh?" he listened intently. "Nah mate, Sunday is the only day we get together, so if you can get Vig a ticket, we'll both come but it's only the fucking Carling Cup, 'sides it's in fucking Cardiff...."
Viggo could barely believe his ears. His lover had clearly just refused a night out in favour of their spending quality time together. And now it would appear he was being included in something else.
"Yeah, that's great. I'll drive, give my best girl a kiss from me and I'll see her in the week ... Cheers mate," he hung up.
"You and me are going to see the Carling Cup Final in Cardiff on Saturday, isn't that great? Your first match and we're playing Chelsea, the cunts. Get you a shirt tomorrow, yeah..."
Viggo would have agreed to anything right now, he was so happy with this strange turn of events.
***
Finally they made it through the winding streets by which time, Viggo was almost regretting his announcement. They were barely inside the door when he found himself with an armful of Orlando.
"Come on then, Vig, you were gonna fuck me, I hope you're not thinking of chickening out," feverishly Orlando began to kiss him, his hands all over Viggo's body. But not for long, Viggo had waited too long for this. He slammed Orlando hard against the wall, taking control of the kiss, his tongue demanding as it pushed its way into Orlando's mouth.
"Fuck ..." Orlando gasped. "Fuck ..." he began to tear at Viggo's clothes, Vig's hands mirroring his as they undressed each other.
"Bedroom, Orli," Viggo moaned. "Want to make love to you in bed."
Still kissing they lurched towards the bedroom, tripping over the detritus Orlando invariably left in his wake. “Oooops,” he giggled as Viggo nearly went flying. “That was a giggle,” Viggo said half accusingly. “No it wasn’t, I’m a bloke, I don’t do giggling,” Orlando’s face was wreathed in smiles, almost making him look young again. That expression, the tone of his voice made Viggo stop for a moment, stop and just take a mental snapshot of this moment. There were barely any shadows behind Orlando’s expressive eyes, it was the best he’d looked in months.
Unaware of Vig’s thoughts, Orlando finished undressing and turned around, hands on hips. “Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna fuck me?”
“I would really like to …” Viggo hesitated and stepped out of his jeans and then his boxers. “To make love tonight, not …” he sighed. He wished Orlando was a bit less … a bit less masculine.
“Babe,” his tone was gentle. “Fucking, love making, it’s all the same and if you’re waiting for me to say ... to say stuff, you know ... you’ll wait a long time, it’s not me, it’s not what I do. I don’t pay lip service to my feelings, you know what I feel for you. Christ Vig,” he sighed. “I just turned down a night out on the lash, what more do you want?”
And he was right of course. Orlando showed his feelings a hundred times a day by his actions and Viggo knew he had to get to grips with it.
“I want you,” Viggo whispered and finally naked, he walked Orlando to the bed and pushed him down.
From then on it was a free for all, flailing limbs, murmured words, gasps and the sound of skin on skin. Viggo rolled over on top of Orlando, rubbing their cocks together, Orlando smiled and reached up for his kiss which was willingly given, tenderly and with great passion.
Wrapping his legs tightly around Vig’s waist, Orlando let his lover guide the kiss, let himself give it up in a way he hadn’t since Greg left. It could never last, it never had before. This was as much bottoming as he could manage before impatience and sheer animal need took over.
“More…” he drove Viggo on and on, his body demanding to be touched, demanded to be tantalised until he could bear it no longer.
“Fuck me now,” he ordered, reaching for lube and a condom. “I want you inside me, I want to feel it…”
With shaking hands, Viggo smeared lube on his fingers and tried to gently push them inside Orlando’s greedy body. “No ….” Orlando was having none of that. He flexed his hips up hard. “I don’t want gentle, show me how much you fucking well want me, make this count babe…”
Gritting his teeth, Viggo did as he was told, pushed a second and a third finger inside that hot tight hole, stretching Orlando, readying him. When he could bear it no more, when the loud noises became whimpers became groans again, only then did Viggo almost tear the condom out of its packaging and roll it on his cock. A moment later and he was buried deep inside his lover’s body and fuck, oh fucking fuck fuck. It was the hottest, tightest vice like hold he’d ever experienced.
“Move Vig, for fuck’s sake … Move…
And move Viggo did, fast, furious, forgetting to be gentle, wanting to show Orlando how much he wanted this. Wanted them.
Orlando for his part was moaning loud enough to waken the dead, hips moving up to meet Viggo’s, gripping Viggo’s cock as hard as he could and enjoying the sheer hedonistic thrill of being fucked.
He reached for his cock, his neglected cock, his fingers knocking against Viggo’s as they both stroked him to orgasm, their hands working together in harmony, rhythms matched perfectly.
They came together, Viggo quietly, groaning, leaning in to kiss Orlando, swallowing the roar that almost made the windows rattle. “Vig, Vig …” he babbled. “Fuck, shit, bollocks, bugger…” he clung on to his lover as he begun the journey back to himself. “Fuck that was something else again,” Viggo smiled, disposing of the condom and rolling over to take Orlando in his arms.
“I love you so much,” he whispered. “You make me so happy,” he mouthed gentle kisses against Orlando’s lips, enjoying the weight of his love in his arms, taking the opportunity to hold him close.
“For fuck’s sake,” Orlando was fast coming back. “I love you too, you great gimp…” he yawned and moved himself around till he was comfortable, farted loudly and drifted off to sleep.
Viggo smiled, settling down to watch Orlando sleep. He knew the drill, when he woke up, it would be business as usual but whatever else he was feeling, Orlando would remember this for at least a couple of days, every time he sat down.
Author: Lottie Lenya
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, not based in reality - to the best of my knowledge Viggo Mortensen has never lived rough and Orlando Bloom was never part of the Constabulary.
Beta: Marny
A/N. For Gattadoro who just improved on my very sloppy writing! Thanks darling
Scorching back to London, neither Orlando or Viggo had much to say. Viggo's hand rested on Orlando's thigh, fingers gently massaging him. Both men had tender little smiles on their face, neither realised he was smiling.
For once Orlando wasn't screaming at the traffic, was almost serene as they edged their way back into town. He kept glancing over at Viggo, catching his eye then looking away again. The worries about his future, no, their future put aside for a little while. He was almost sure that whatever happened in the next few months, he wanted Viggo to be a part of it. It was the biggest decision he'd ever made, bigger even than deciding to leave the Force.
"Are we nearly there, Orlando?" Viggo whispered. His stomach had been somersaulting all over the place for the last twenty minutes. He didn't recognise the geography at all.
Before he could answer Orlando's phone began to ring, its tone shrilly to Viggo's ears.
"Yep?" Orlando flicked it open, blithely disregarding the laws about mobiles and driving.
"Oh alright, you cunt, what do you want?" he pulled a face. "Where?" lit a cigarette, phone uncomfortably resting between shoulder and chin, and began to smile. "Yeah? Really? I dunno, it would depend...."
Viggo's heart sank. He recognised the pattern. Orlando was going out, he would come back drunk and fall down; he could see his chance of their making love disappearing before his eyes.
"Not tonight mate,"
Viggo did a double take.
"Nah, me and my old man are having a night in, it seems I'm on a promise..." he cackled evilly. "Too much information eh?" he listened intently. "Nah mate, Sunday is the only day we get together, so if you can get Vig a ticket, we'll both come but it's only the fucking Carling Cup, 'sides it's in fucking Cardiff...."
Viggo could barely believe his ears. His lover had clearly just refused a night out in favour of their spending quality time together. And now it would appear he was being included in something else.
"Yeah, that's great. I'll drive, give my best girl a kiss from me and I'll see her in the week ... Cheers mate," he hung up.
"You and me are going to see the Carling Cup Final in Cardiff on Saturday, isn't that great? Your first match and we're playing Chelsea, the cunts. Get you a shirt tomorrow, yeah..."
Viggo would have agreed to anything right now, he was so happy with this strange turn of events.
***
Finally they made it through the winding streets by which time, Viggo was almost regretting his announcement. They were barely inside the door when he found himself with an armful of Orlando.
"Come on then, Vig, you were gonna fuck me, I hope you're not thinking of chickening out," feverishly Orlando began to kiss him, his hands all over Viggo's body. But not for long, Viggo had waited too long for this. He slammed Orlando hard against the wall, taking control of the kiss, his tongue demanding as it pushed its way into Orlando's mouth.
"Fuck ..." Orlando gasped. "Fuck ..." he began to tear at Viggo's clothes, Vig's hands mirroring his as they undressed each other.
"Bedroom, Orli," Viggo moaned. "Want to make love to you in bed."
Still kissing they lurched towards the bedroom, tripping over the detritus Orlando invariably left in his wake. “Oooops,” he giggled as Viggo nearly went flying. “That was a giggle,” Viggo said half accusingly. “No it wasn’t, I’m a bloke, I don’t do giggling,” Orlando’s face was wreathed in smiles, almost making him look young again. That expression, the tone of his voice made Viggo stop for a moment, stop and just take a mental snapshot of this moment. There were barely any shadows behind Orlando’s expressive eyes, it was the best he’d looked in months.
Unaware of Vig’s thoughts, Orlando finished undressing and turned around, hands on hips. “Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna fuck me?”
“I would really like to …” Viggo hesitated and stepped out of his jeans and then his boxers. “To make love tonight, not …” he sighed. He wished Orlando was a bit less … a bit less masculine.
“Babe,” his tone was gentle. “Fucking, love making, it’s all the same and if you’re waiting for me to say ... to say stuff, you know ... you’ll wait a long time, it’s not me, it’s not what I do. I don’t pay lip service to my feelings, you know what I feel for you. Christ Vig,” he sighed. “I just turned down a night out on the lash, what more do you want?”
And he was right of course. Orlando showed his feelings a hundred times a day by his actions and Viggo knew he had to get to grips with it.
“I want you,” Viggo whispered and finally naked, he walked Orlando to the bed and pushed him down.
From then on it was a free for all, flailing limbs, murmured words, gasps and the sound of skin on skin. Viggo rolled over on top of Orlando, rubbing their cocks together, Orlando smiled and reached up for his kiss which was willingly given, tenderly and with great passion.
Wrapping his legs tightly around Vig’s waist, Orlando let his lover guide the kiss, let himself give it up in a way he hadn’t since Greg left. It could never last, it never had before. This was as much bottoming as he could manage before impatience and sheer animal need took over.
“More…” he drove Viggo on and on, his body demanding to be touched, demanded to be tantalised until he could bear it no longer.
“Fuck me now,” he ordered, reaching for lube and a condom. “I want you inside me, I want to feel it…”
With shaking hands, Viggo smeared lube on his fingers and tried to gently push them inside Orlando’s greedy body. “No ….” Orlando was having none of that. He flexed his hips up hard. “I don’t want gentle, show me how much you fucking well want me, make this count babe…”
Gritting his teeth, Viggo did as he was told, pushed a second and a third finger inside that hot tight hole, stretching Orlando, readying him. When he could bear it no more, when the loud noises became whimpers became groans again, only then did Viggo almost tear the condom out of its packaging and roll it on his cock. A moment later and he was buried deep inside his lover’s body and fuck, oh fucking fuck fuck. It was the hottest, tightest vice like hold he’d ever experienced.
“Move Vig, for fuck’s sake … Move…
And move Viggo did, fast, furious, forgetting to be gentle, wanting to show Orlando how much he wanted this. Wanted them.
Orlando for his part was moaning loud enough to waken the dead, hips moving up to meet Viggo’s, gripping Viggo’s cock as hard as he could and enjoying the sheer hedonistic thrill of being fucked.
He reached for his cock, his neglected cock, his fingers knocking against Viggo’s as they both stroked him to orgasm, their hands working together in harmony, rhythms matched perfectly.
They came together, Viggo quietly, groaning, leaning in to kiss Orlando, swallowing the roar that almost made the windows rattle. “Vig, Vig …” he babbled. “Fuck, shit, bollocks, bugger…” he clung on to his lover as he begun the journey back to himself. “Fuck that was something else again,” Viggo smiled, disposing of the condom and rolling over to take Orlando in his arms.
“I love you so much,” he whispered. “You make me so happy,” he mouthed gentle kisses against Orlando’s lips, enjoying the weight of his love in his arms, taking the opportunity to hold him close.
“For fuck’s sake,” Orlando was fast coming back. “I love you too, you great gimp…” he yawned and moved himself around till he was comfortable, farted loudly and drifted off to sleep.
Viggo smiled, settling down to watch Orlando sleep. He knew the drill, when he woke up, it would be business as usual but whatever else he was feeling, Orlando would remember this for at least a couple of days, every time he sat down.