Comedy Act
Title: Comedy Act
Pairing: Viggo (with Monaboyd)
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Viggo attempts to unravel the mystery surrounding the two hobbits and their unconventional bond.
Author's notes: Thanks to canciona for the beta work and to everyone who kept yelling at me to finish it. :)
He always kept his distance from them, on set and off, but only at first. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them; it was because he did. He liked watching them, the way they interacted, the way they always seemed to bounce off each other. They could keep the same joke going for hours with ease and without losing a beat, without losing the laughter, without losing the point. At any time of the day, they could make each other laugh, and Viggo wondered what make them tick, what made them that way, what kept them going.
Billy and Dominic could make a joke in any situation, at any time. They knew how to utilize the words that would put people in stitches the longest, how to make the right face at the right time, how to make the tension disappear. They also knew when it wasn’t appropriate for a gag or a tale. When everyone was tired and just wanted sleep or rest, they knew when to keep to themselves. They knew exactly when and where and how to be funny.
Viggo didn’t know where it came from, this knowledge and flare for jocularity. Sure, he knew how to make people laugh, he pulled a brilliant prank or two while filming. He was a master at the art of practical jokes, kidnapping a certain elf but also slipping Orlando secret plans on how to take care of a British hobbit, the latter of which result in a quick retaliation from Dominic with a rotten fish for Viggo and fake poop for Orlando. But Billy and Dom, they didn’t need props. They could do it together, or solo, and they never ran low. Viggo just didn’t get it. He was beginning to think he never would.
His fascinations with watching the two hobbits began to follow him everywhere, not just on set. He’d regard them with curiosity while out on the town with them, lessening the distance between himself and the two younger men. That was when he really saw them shine, saw their hidden personalities, so opposite yet so perfect, intertwine. That was when it started making less sense, the two of them.
They were, in fact, opposites. Dominic was a people person, a crowd pleasing people person with a flare for the dramatic but quick with a smile and a laugh, flamboyant and outspoken. Billy, on the other hand, was a different kind of people person. The Scot preferred a smaller set, a few people compared to Dominic’s larger audiences-unless of course he was on stage performing, that was a different situation entirely. He was more laid back that his younger counterpart, probably because he encompassed that “been there, done that” vibe of someone eight years older than the young and vibrant Dominic who still had a few things to learn.
They were complete opposites, and some how, that worked. Somewhere along the line, they found a happy medium and became kindred spirits, unconventional soul mates.
After a late night at the local Wellington pub with the two pair during re-shoots, Viggo stumbled into his house far too drunk to be sure it was his own house. Staggering to his bedroom, he clumsily stripped himself of all clothing along the way and, naked, he stood in his doorway, peeking into the dark room. No one was there. No one was ever there.
He fell into bed, not bothering to pull back the covers. It was too hot for them anyway, always too hot. The dead heat of summer still lingered in the night air. There was only a soft breeze across his skin that barely cooled his warm body. Viggo wondered if the temperature came from the heat or sitting between Dominic and Billy all night, drinking and laughing with bodies pushed closely together. He had thought it was the former until his hand drifted down his body and calloused fingers curled around his half-erect cock. When “Dom” was shortly followed by “Bill,” he knew he was in trouble.
Eye closed, he saw the two together, and, despite what they might tell the public, they were together like that. Dominic was on his knees, firm hands pressing Billy to a dirty back ally wall, holding him there while his tongue and mouth worked over the Scot, taking him deep and swiftly. Viggo arched into his hand as a string of curses filled in the room in a Scottish lilt. Billy’s voice rolled in his head, not whispering his own name, but “Dominic... Dommie...” The scene changed as Viggo sat up, coming to his knees, legs spread as far apart as possible, hand still stroking his swollen cock.
This time Billy was controlling the show, hand moving over his own cock as he rode Dominic, hands tied to the headboard. Billy’s other hand glided up and down Dominic’s body, every now and then coming to the younger man’s mouth where he wetted them before sliding back down his body. Dominic moaned, arching up and deeper into Billy, writhing as Billy doubled his pace, grinding down on Dominic.
“Billy,” Viggo and Dominic murmured simultaneously and Viggo arched again as Billy’s mouth fell open with a silent groan, pace slowing as the orgasm faded.
Again, the scene shifted and something in the back in Viggo’s mind, and something stirring in the depths of his body, told him it would be the last.
He saw the thin sheen of sweat on Dominic’s naked back, the young Brit bend over a table as Billy moved in from behind, taking him roughly, hands tightly gripping his hips and pulling him back to meet his hard thrusts. Viggo’s free hand cupped his balls, rolling them between his long fingers. A shudder passed through his body when one of those fingers accidently brushed the patch of skin just behind his sac. Viggo reasserted his focus on the scene in his mind, Billy leaning over Dominic, teeth grazing the back of his neck while Dominic moaned for more, “harder.” Viggo opened his eye but the image was still there, playing on the his closet mirror across the room. He could see himself, hand stroking in a less than rhythmic tempo but the hobbits were superimposed, fucking in someone’s, he didn’t know whose, kitchen.
“Fuck, Bill,” Dominic sighed as Billy’s chest met his slick back.
“You want more, Dommie?” A groan passed through both Dominic and Viggo’s lips. “You want it harder? Faster? Deeper?”
“Yes.” Viggo didn’t know if the word came from the other man or himself but it didn’t seem to matter, Billy quicken his pace and drove deeper into the writhing man beneath him.
Viggo bucked into his hand, rocking back and forth on his knees. “Yes,” echoed in the darkness. “Yes.”
“Come on, Dommie. You can make more noise than that. Talk to me, Dommie. Say something.” He licked Dominic’s neck, causing the younger man to thrust into the table.
“Touch me.”
Viggo’s mouth fell open as Billy’s fingers wrapped around Dominic’s cock, taking little time to fall into the same rhythm as his hips.
“So close, Dominic,” he whispered against his skin. “So fucking close...”
“So. Fucking. Close,” Viggo murmured and licked his chapped lips. He could taste Billy’s come and Dominic’s sweat on his tongue as his eyes fell shut.
Just as the orgasm shook his body, hips beginning to move on their own accord, Billy’s teeth sunk into the muscle of Dominic’s shoulder and he cried out. The three came together, each others’ names fading in the warm night air.
Viggo still didn’t understand Billy and Dominic months later, after reshoots were completed and everyone went their separate ways. He watched them whenever the group was in one place at the same time but nothing ever really made sense. When he found something that he had thought might be the last piece of the puzzle, something always happened and he was back where he started, and usually with his own fingers sliding over his cock in the dark confines of his bedroom, thoughts of Dominic sucking Billy in some dirty, seedy place, pictures of Billy taking Dominic from behind and fucking him senseless, sounds and murmurs of the two having sex in public and attempting to stay as quiet as possible as the ecstasy overpowers everything else. He couldn’t keep the images out of his head, even now with Billy’s long-term girlfriend and Dominic’s life out in California. Nothing could separate the two in his mind, their bond to each other bound them to his fantasy, to his utter fascination.
It was not until Dominic turned his focus to Viggo that the older man began to comprehend the he would never unravel the secret behind Billy and Dominic. When the younger man began spreading rumors through articles and then later through the interviews for the extended DVDs, Viggo began to feel something of a bond growing between himself and Dominic, something that he fancied was on par with the inescapable, indescribable something the hobbits shared.
His appreciation only doubled when Dominic decided to bring up the hidden kinkiness of Viggo’s sexual antics on camera, twice. The first time resulted in a very public kiss in Tokyo. The second, well, Viggo was still scheming when Dominic showed up on his New York doorstep, drunk and willing to explore some of those rumored-by the Brit himself-kinks, with a Jello-mold he picked up at a corner store in his hand and a wicked smile curling his lips.
Viggo let him in.
Pairing: Viggo (with Monaboyd)
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Viggo attempts to unravel the mystery surrounding the two hobbits and their unconventional bond.
Author's notes: Thanks to canciona for the beta work and to everyone who kept yelling at me to finish it. :)
He always kept his distance from them, on set and off, but only at first. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them; it was because he did. He liked watching them, the way they interacted, the way they always seemed to bounce off each other. They could keep the same joke going for hours with ease and without losing a beat, without losing the laughter, without losing the point. At any time of the day, they could make each other laugh, and Viggo wondered what make them tick, what made them that way, what kept them going.
Billy and Dominic could make a joke in any situation, at any time. They knew how to utilize the words that would put people in stitches the longest, how to make the right face at the right time, how to make the tension disappear. They also knew when it wasn’t appropriate for a gag or a tale. When everyone was tired and just wanted sleep or rest, they knew when to keep to themselves. They knew exactly when and where and how to be funny.
Viggo didn’t know where it came from, this knowledge and flare for jocularity. Sure, he knew how to make people laugh, he pulled a brilliant prank or two while filming. He was a master at the art of practical jokes, kidnapping a certain elf but also slipping Orlando secret plans on how to take care of a British hobbit, the latter of which result in a quick retaliation from Dominic with a rotten fish for Viggo and fake poop for Orlando. But Billy and Dom, they didn’t need props. They could do it together, or solo, and they never ran low. Viggo just didn’t get it. He was beginning to think he never would.
His fascinations with watching the two hobbits began to follow him everywhere, not just on set. He’d regard them with curiosity while out on the town with them, lessening the distance between himself and the two younger men. That was when he really saw them shine, saw their hidden personalities, so opposite yet so perfect, intertwine. That was when it started making less sense, the two of them.
They were, in fact, opposites. Dominic was a people person, a crowd pleasing people person with a flare for the dramatic but quick with a smile and a laugh, flamboyant and outspoken. Billy, on the other hand, was a different kind of people person. The Scot preferred a smaller set, a few people compared to Dominic’s larger audiences-unless of course he was on stage performing, that was a different situation entirely. He was more laid back that his younger counterpart, probably because he encompassed that “been there, done that” vibe of someone eight years older than the young and vibrant Dominic who still had a few things to learn.
They were complete opposites, and some how, that worked. Somewhere along the line, they found a happy medium and became kindred spirits, unconventional soul mates.
After a late night at the local Wellington pub with the two pair during re-shoots, Viggo stumbled into his house far too drunk to be sure it was his own house. Staggering to his bedroom, he clumsily stripped himself of all clothing along the way and, naked, he stood in his doorway, peeking into the dark room. No one was there. No one was ever there.
He fell into bed, not bothering to pull back the covers. It was too hot for them anyway, always too hot. The dead heat of summer still lingered in the night air. There was only a soft breeze across his skin that barely cooled his warm body. Viggo wondered if the temperature came from the heat or sitting between Dominic and Billy all night, drinking and laughing with bodies pushed closely together. He had thought it was the former until his hand drifted down his body and calloused fingers curled around his half-erect cock. When “Dom” was shortly followed by “Bill,” he knew he was in trouble.
Eye closed, he saw the two together, and, despite what they might tell the public, they were together like that. Dominic was on his knees, firm hands pressing Billy to a dirty back ally wall, holding him there while his tongue and mouth worked over the Scot, taking him deep and swiftly. Viggo arched into his hand as a string of curses filled in the room in a Scottish lilt. Billy’s voice rolled in his head, not whispering his own name, but “Dominic... Dommie...” The scene changed as Viggo sat up, coming to his knees, legs spread as far apart as possible, hand still stroking his swollen cock.
This time Billy was controlling the show, hand moving over his own cock as he rode Dominic, hands tied to the headboard. Billy’s other hand glided up and down Dominic’s body, every now and then coming to the younger man’s mouth where he wetted them before sliding back down his body. Dominic moaned, arching up and deeper into Billy, writhing as Billy doubled his pace, grinding down on Dominic.
“Billy,” Viggo and Dominic murmured simultaneously and Viggo arched again as Billy’s mouth fell open with a silent groan, pace slowing as the orgasm faded.
Again, the scene shifted and something in the back in Viggo’s mind, and something stirring in the depths of his body, told him it would be the last.
He saw the thin sheen of sweat on Dominic’s naked back, the young Brit bend over a table as Billy moved in from behind, taking him roughly, hands tightly gripping his hips and pulling him back to meet his hard thrusts. Viggo’s free hand cupped his balls, rolling them between his long fingers. A shudder passed through his body when one of those fingers accidently brushed the patch of skin just behind his sac. Viggo reasserted his focus on the scene in his mind, Billy leaning over Dominic, teeth grazing the back of his neck while Dominic moaned for more, “harder.” Viggo opened his eye but the image was still there, playing on the his closet mirror across the room. He could see himself, hand stroking in a less than rhythmic tempo but the hobbits were superimposed, fucking in someone’s, he didn’t know whose, kitchen.
“Fuck, Bill,” Dominic sighed as Billy’s chest met his slick back.
“You want more, Dommie?” A groan passed through both Dominic and Viggo’s lips. “You want it harder? Faster? Deeper?”
“Yes.” Viggo didn’t know if the word came from the other man or himself but it didn’t seem to matter, Billy quicken his pace and drove deeper into the writhing man beneath him.
Viggo bucked into his hand, rocking back and forth on his knees. “Yes,” echoed in the darkness. “Yes.”
“Come on, Dommie. You can make more noise than that. Talk to me, Dommie. Say something.” He licked Dominic’s neck, causing the younger man to thrust into the table.
“Touch me.”
Viggo’s mouth fell open as Billy’s fingers wrapped around Dominic’s cock, taking little time to fall into the same rhythm as his hips.
“So close, Dominic,” he whispered against his skin. “So fucking close...”
“So. Fucking. Close,” Viggo murmured and licked his chapped lips. He could taste Billy’s come and Dominic’s sweat on his tongue as his eyes fell shut.
Just as the orgasm shook his body, hips beginning to move on their own accord, Billy’s teeth sunk into the muscle of Dominic’s shoulder and he cried out. The three came together, each others’ names fading in the warm night air.
Viggo still didn’t understand Billy and Dominic months later, after reshoots were completed and everyone went their separate ways. He watched them whenever the group was in one place at the same time but nothing ever really made sense. When he found something that he had thought might be the last piece of the puzzle, something always happened and he was back where he started, and usually with his own fingers sliding over his cock in the dark confines of his bedroom, thoughts of Dominic sucking Billy in some dirty, seedy place, pictures of Billy taking Dominic from behind and fucking him senseless, sounds and murmurs of the two having sex in public and attempting to stay as quiet as possible as the ecstasy overpowers everything else. He couldn’t keep the images out of his head, even now with Billy’s long-term girlfriend and Dominic’s life out in California. Nothing could separate the two in his mind, their bond to each other bound them to his fantasy, to his utter fascination.
It was not until Dominic turned his focus to Viggo that the older man began to comprehend the he would never unravel the secret behind Billy and Dominic. When the younger man began spreading rumors through articles and then later through the interviews for the extended DVDs, Viggo began to feel something of a bond growing between himself and Dominic, something that he fancied was on par with the inescapable, indescribable something the hobbits shared.
His appreciation only doubled when Dominic decided to bring up the hidden kinkiness of Viggo’s sexual antics on camera, twice. The first time resulted in a very public kiss in Tokyo. The second, well, Viggo was still scheming when Dominic showed up on his New York doorstep, drunk and willing to explore some of those rumored-by the Brit himself-kinks, with a Jello-mold he picked up at a corner store in his hand and a wicked smile curling his lips.
Viggo let him in.