Twelve Days of Christmas - Part Eleven
Title: Twelve Days of Christmas
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Pairing: PG13-NC17
Daily Mirror, 25th December
Merry Christmas all! Seen yesterday, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen playing a storming Christmas Eve show, to a packed hall. Rumours that the pair are now an item were confirmed when Mortensen kissed Wood at the end of the performance.
***
Elijah got up off the piano stool as the audience clapped. Viggo pulled him into a loose hug, his arm going round Elijah's waist.
"Nice one," he said, grinning.
"You too," Elijah said, smiling back.
Viggo moved a little closer, and kissed Elijah's cheek. Elijah, feeling a surge of desire like he hadn't felt in years - it surprised even him - and pulled Viggo closer, pressing his lips to his.
***
"Come back to mine for a bit?" Viggo asked, as they left the theatre they'd been playing in.
"Yeah, OK," Elijah said. They were arm in arm on the dark street, filled with people going home after a night out.
Thye reached Viggo's small flat, and Elijah settled on the sofa while Viggo poured two glasses of wine. He joined Elijah, after having slid a CD into the player.
"I love you."
Elijah, jerked out of his daydream, looked up in slight surprise.
"I love you too," he said - the words came oddly naturally.
Viggo put his glass down on the table, taking Elijah's too, and began to kiss him. The only noise in the room was the soft saxophone on the CD and the tick of the second hand on an old grandfather clock in the corner.
Elijah let out a small moan in the back of his throat, and pushed a little closer to Viggo. To his surprise, the older man was already hard.
Viggo drew back a little, taking deep breaths.
"I won't hurt you," he said quietly.
"I know." Elijah waited, still and quiet, for Viggo to continue.
"If you don't want to go further, that's fine."
"I want to. I trust you."
Viggo reached across and began to unbutton Elijah's white shirt. Elijah, moving his wrists awkwardly round Viggo, began to do the same for him. Once done, Viggo pressed his chest against Elijah's.
"Beautiful," he whispered softly.
Elijah rested his head on Viggo's shoulder, heart rate speeding up. He could feel Viggo's underneath his own - a slow, steady thump. That was Viggo - slow and steady. He himself was beginning to grow hard, and he fiddled with the button on Viggo's trousers.
"I trust you," he repeated.
Viggo stood up. "Lets do this properly, then. Bed?"
They went, sharing brief kisses and bumping into walls in the dark. Viggo pushed open his door and flicked on a lamp by the bed. They moved closer to each other, and Viggo undid the button on Elijah's trousers. He began to slide the material down Elijah's skinny legs - he brushed Elijah's knee and Elijah laughed softly.
"Take your shoes off," Viggo said, smiling, and kneeling to help. Elijah, now dressed in just his boxer shorts and socks, gave a shy grin as Viggo stood up again.
"Your turn," he murmured.
Viggo obliged, taking off his trousers and shoes, then socks. "There. Why don't you get comfortable?"
Elijah pulled off his socks as Viggo turned away to rummage in the top drawer of a chest in the corner. He shuffled up the bed and half-lay on his back, propping up the pillows behind him and trying to quell the sudden wave of nerves.
Viggo turned back, and pulled off his own shorts. "Comfy yet?" he asked, sliding down next to Elijah.
"Yep," Elijah whispered. "Ready to rock and roll."
Viggo smiled at this, and slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Elijah's boxers. Elijah obediantly lifted his hips so Viggo could slide them off and throw them off the bed. They spent a little while longer kissing, cocks pressing together and causing little sparks of electricity to run through their groins at every slight tilt of the head. But the expectation of what was to come began to build intensely.
"Ready?" Viggo asked, breathless, looking down on Elijah.
Elijah gave a small shake of his head. "Viggo - I - I can't - I'm sorry - " He felt tears begin to start behind his eyes. "Sorry."
Viggo sat back a little, taking Elijah's hands. "It's alright, Lijah, it's alright. We don't have to."
They sat in silence for a moment, then Elijah whispered, "I want to - but I - I - "
Viggo kissed him again. "Maybe later." He didn't sound upset or angry. Instead he leant back down and began to kiss softly across Elijah's shoulders and collarbone. "We'll just take it slow." The kissing continued - sending sparks from Viggo's tongue on Elijah's nipples, in his navel, on his hipbone, straight to his groin.
Finally, after what seemed like millenia, Viggo pressed his lips to the damp tip of Elijah's hard cock.
Elijah groaned, closing his eyes. His balls began to tighten, taking his breath away - just as Viggo engulfed his penis in beautiful heat -
"Viggo, stop - I have to cum - " he gasped, trying not to buck his hips into Viggo's mouth. "Stop - stop - "
Viggo raised his head slightly. "It's OK," he said quietly. "Cum."
Elijah obeyed, going temporarily blind with white light, and only managing a soft smile at Viggo before falling into a hazy sleep.
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando, Elijah/Viggo
Pairing: PG13-NC17
Daily Mirror, 25th December
Merry Christmas all! Seen yesterday, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen playing a storming Christmas Eve show, to a packed hall. Rumours that the pair are now an item were confirmed when Mortensen kissed Wood at the end of the performance.
***
Elijah got up off the piano stool as the audience clapped. Viggo pulled him into a loose hug, his arm going round Elijah's waist.
"Nice one," he said, grinning.
"You too," Elijah said, smiling back.
Viggo moved a little closer, and kissed Elijah's cheek. Elijah, feeling a surge of desire like he hadn't felt in years - it surprised even him - and pulled Viggo closer, pressing his lips to his.
***
"Come back to mine for a bit?" Viggo asked, as they left the theatre they'd been playing in.
"Yeah, OK," Elijah said. They were arm in arm on the dark street, filled with people going home after a night out.
Thye reached Viggo's small flat, and Elijah settled on the sofa while Viggo poured two glasses of wine. He joined Elijah, after having slid a CD into the player.
"I love you."
Elijah, jerked out of his daydream, looked up in slight surprise.
"I love you too," he said - the words came oddly naturally.
Viggo put his glass down on the table, taking Elijah's too, and began to kiss him. The only noise in the room was the soft saxophone on the CD and the tick of the second hand on an old grandfather clock in the corner.
Elijah let out a small moan in the back of his throat, and pushed a little closer to Viggo. To his surprise, the older man was already hard.
Viggo drew back a little, taking deep breaths.
"I won't hurt you," he said quietly.
"I know." Elijah waited, still and quiet, for Viggo to continue.
"If you don't want to go further, that's fine."
"I want to. I trust you."
Viggo reached across and began to unbutton Elijah's white shirt. Elijah, moving his wrists awkwardly round Viggo, began to do the same for him. Once done, Viggo pressed his chest against Elijah's.
"Beautiful," he whispered softly.
Elijah rested his head on Viggo's shoulder, heart rate speeding up. He could feel Viggo's underneath his own - a slow, steady thump. That was Viggo - slow and steady. He himself was beginning to grow hard, and he fiddled with the button on Viggo's trousers.
"I trust you," he repeated.
Viggo stood up. "Lets do this properly, then. Bed?"
They went, sharing brief kisses and bumping into walls in the dark. Viggo pushed open his door and flicked on a lamp by the bed. They moved closer to each other, and Viggo undid the button on Elijah's trousers. He began to slide the material down Elijah's skinny legs - he brushed Elijah's knee and Elijah laughed softly.
"Take your shoes off," Viggo said, smiling, and kneeling to help. Elijah, now dressed in just his boxer shorts and socks, gave a shy grin as Viggo stood up again.
"Your turn," he murmured.
Viggo obliged, taking off his trousers and shoes, then socks. "There. Why don't you get comfortable?"
Elijah pulled off his socks as Viggo turned away to rummage in the top drawer of a chest in the corner. He shuffled up the bed and half-lay on his back, propping up the pillows behind him and trying to quell the sudden wave of nerves.
Viggo turned back, and pulled off his own shorts. "Comfy yet?" he asked, sliding down next to Elijah.
"Yep," Elijah whispered. "Ready to rock and roll."
Viggo smiled at this, and slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Elijah's boxers. Elijah obediantly lifted his hips so Viggo could slide them off and throw them off the bed. They spent a little while longer kissing, cocks pressing together and causing little sparks of electricity to run through their groins at every slight tilt of the head. But the expectation of what was to come began to build intensely.
"Ready?" Viggo asked, breathless, looking down on Elijah.
Elijah gave a small shake of his head. "Viggo - I - I can't - I'm sorry - " He felt tears begin to start behind his eyes. "Sorry."
Viggo sat back a little, taking Elijah's hands. "It's alright, Lijah, it's alright. We don't have to."
They sat in silence for a moment, then Elijah whispered, "I want to - but I - I - "
Viggo kissed him again. "Maybe later." He didn't sound upset or angry. Instead he leant back down and began to kiss softly across Elijah's shoulders and collarbone. "We'll just take it slow." The kissing continued - sending sparks from Viggo's tongue on Elijah's nipples, in his navel, on his hipbone, straight to his groin.
Finally, after what seemed like millenia, Viggo pressed his lips to the damp tip of Elijah's hard cock.
Elijah groaned, closing his eyes. His balls began to tighten, taking his breath away - just as Viggo engulfed his penis in beautiful heat -
"Viggo, stop - I have to cum - " he gasped, trying not to buck his hips into Viggo's mouth. "Stop - stop - "
Viggo raised his head slightly. "It's OK," he said quietly. "Cum."
Elijah obeyed, going temporarily blind with white light, and only managing a soft smile at Viggo before falling into a hazy sleep.