salixbabylon | Educational Endeavors: Just Right (1/8)

Title: Educational Endeavors: Just Right (1/8)
Author: Salix
Email: salixbabylon@yahoo.com
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Archiving: My site and others upon request.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Summary: Orli is curious... and you know what they say about curiosity and the cat. Luckily Viggo is around to help.
Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to Lostiawen for encouragement, education, and betaing.

Educational Endeavors

Part 1 - Just Right

The party had clearly gone on too long.

Sean Astin's house was packed with people. His wife and daughter were away for a few weeks, and a difficult part of the filming had just been completed.

The Hobbits and Orli, Viggo, Liv, Miranda, and Ian were scattered across the furniture and floor of Sean's rather small guest bedroom, drinking. And playing "Never Never," ostensibly because Elijah hadn't played it before.

"I've never... had a one night stand," said Elijah, with a slight flush, finally steering the game away from random and innocent questions, firmly into the sexual realm. Difficult to tell if his slight pink-cheekedness was from the alcohol, his inexperience, or the thrill of his own boldness.

Everyone else groaned and drank.

"'Lijah's no' allowed tae play anymore," Billy slurred. "Righ', Orli, s'yer turn."

Orlando thought for a few moments, idly running his hand over the soft fuzz on the back of his head because it felt nice and it was his new habit. He had had quite a bit to drink and was feeling unusually introspective. The last week of shooting had taken quite a lot out of him; the Hobbits had noted that he wasn't anywhere near as twitchy as usual. "Umm... I've never..." His gaze fell on Sir Ian, who looked bemused. As if there was nothing on the planet he had not done. Fine then. "I've never kissed a bloke and liked it," he said.

Sir Ian raised his glass to Orlando in salute. "You're missing out, lad," he said with a grin as he drank.

The girls drank, as expected, as did a trying-to-be-nonchalant Billy and a now positively red-faced Elijah. Viggo drank as well, Orli noted, out of the corner of his eye. So did Sean.

"Never?" argued Dom. "Ever? What about a quick bus on the cheek? You don't like that? You do it to the rest of us often enough."

Viggo's commanding voice came from across the room. "You know what he meant, Dom. Drink or don't, but don't get belligerent about it."

Dom scowled and drank as Sir Ian chuckled. "One kiss doesn't compromise your masculinity so dearly, does it, Dominic?" he teased. "Besides, even Viggo drank."

"I'm not playing," Viggo clarified from his corner.

"Not playing?" asked Liv. "You can't just sit there and listen and collect dirt on all of us. That's not fair."

Viggo shrugged. "It's Dom's turn," he said, deflecting the conversation.

"Hhmm... I've never..." Dom looked thoughtfully at Viggo. "I really think you should have to play, if you're here. Otherwise you're just drinking with no purpose, and that's not right." There were nods of consensus from around the room.

Viggo rolled his eyes. "Fine. Quit stalling."

"I've never..." Dom gave Viggo a cruel smirk. "Sucked off another bloke."

Miranda slammed down her glass with annoyance and got up, pulling Liv with her. "None of you idiots want to admit to doing anything with a man. I don't give a toss one way or the other about who you've been shagging. I'm finished. Liv?" she asked, turning to her giggling cast-mate.

"Yeah, this is looking like a boys-only pissing contest," Liv smiled, following Miranda. "Have fun!"

Sir Ian drained his glass, also standing up. "I've done everything you lot could possibly think of, and probably many you've not, so I'll just excuse myself as well. Enjoy yourselves, boys," he said, stepping over Orli's outstretched legs on his way out. He paused at the threshold and looked back. "And Orlando? I suggest you give it another attempt," he said with a leer and a wink, as he left.

Billy and Dom hooted with laughter, rolling around on the bed for several minutes.

"Ne'er seen ye blush like that, laddie," Billy chuckled. "From peaches an' cream tae red as a beet in a blink. Can ye do tha' on cue?"

Orlando threw a pillow at him. "Tossers."

"You should, Orli," Elijah piped up from the armchair in the corner, giggling. "Blokes kiss different from birds."

"Since when are you British?" Sean asked, cuffing Elijah affectionately. "But he's right, Orli. Consider it an educational endeavor."

Orlando's eyes were drawn across the room to Viggo, sitting silently. Viggo raised his eyebrows slightly, as if returning Orlando's implied question of what Viggo thought he should do.

"Later," Orlando mumbled, looking down at his drink.

"Now!" prompted Billy. "Carpe Diem. House's full o' blokes who won' clock yeh for snoggin'em tae see if yeh like it."

"Game's over anyway," Dom said, getting up. "Since the girls are brassed off, we'd best go try to make amends."

Elijah and Viggo wandered out as well, rejoining the rest of the party. Which was how Orlando found himself alone in the room with Sean, who was tidying up glasses and replacing pillows.

Orlando cleared his throat nervously.

Sean looked up. "What?"

Orlando coughed. "Er... Well? Would you?" he asked, words only slightly sticking in his throat as he fidgeted.

Sean held up his left hand, wedding band catching the light. "I'm kind of spoken for," he said.

"But you've kissed blokes before," Orli countered, gesturing widely enough to almost knock over a small table. "You drank. You encouraged me. And since you're happily married and all, you're safe," he said, steadying the lamp on the table. It made perfect sense to him.

Sean opened his mouth to argue, but shut it after a second, shrugging. "Fine," he said, moving closer. He moved into Orlando's space. "Don't think it'll help much, though." Sean closed his eyes as his lips came down on Orlando's, firm but not demanding, mouth only slightly open, enough for the kiss to be neither dry nor moist. Not soft or gentle like a girl's kiss, Orli thought as he pulled away.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Sean staring at him with a questioning look.

"Well?"

Orlando blinked for a moment. "Think you were right, mate. Didn't help much. You're too straight."

Sean laughed. "Go find someone more bent, then. Not like there's a shortage with this cast." He shooed Orli out the door and returned back to tidying up the room.

*****

Orlando stumbled past several rooms full of cast-mates, crew, and extras, intent on getting another drink and some fresh air before he looked for someone else to assist in his "educational endeavor." He sat on the deck, beer in one hand, leaning back on the other to look at the stars. So many of them; such unfamiliar patterns. The world upside down.

Just like this kissing thing. He kissed girls, not blokes. Not that he didn't think other men weren't attractive; he just didn't think on it much at all. Thinking would turn everything upside-down.

Wouldn't it?

What would happen if he liked kissing men as much as women? What if he kissed one of his mates and liked it? What if his mate didn't like kissing him? What if he did? Then what?

Confusing. Maybe not all educational pursuits were worthwhile. Perhaps ignorance was bliss, after all. Perhaps he'd finish his beer, go home, and tomorrow tell Sir Ian to shove it.

Absolutely, yeah. Right after he grew some bollocks.

But the lure of the unknown was calling to him, too. Like any adventure, it wanted doing, just because it was there to be done. What-ifs never stopped him when it was physical danger he was contemplating.

As if on cue, Elijah walked outside.

"How's it going, man? Kissed everyone inside? Find anyone you like yet?" he queried, unnaturally blue eyes sparkling.

Orlando grinned back. "Nope. Just Sean. Wasn't awful or anything, but not... Not right either. Guess I'll have to try a few more and see."

Elijah launched himself into Orlando's lap, straddling him. "Try me," he said, gently pressing their lips together.

Smooth, yielding. Like a girl, but not. Elijah wrapped his arms around Orlando's neck, opening his mouth, but seeming to want Orlando to take the lead. It was too soft, too needy, too much how a girl kissed. Too passive. Too sweet. Too gay, a rude part of Orlando's brain supplied.

He broke away and pulled Elijah's arms off of him. He looked at his friend, worried.

"Well?" asked Elijah with what seemed like a forced tone of voice.

"Ummm... Nice?" he answered.

"Don't ask me, man, tell me. What did you think? Did you like it?"

"It was fine," he said quickly. "It was just a kiss, though, right mate?" Orli hoped desperately that he was massively wrong in his perception of Elijah's neediness. He was still rather drunk.

Elijah smiled. It was too dark for Orlando to tell for sure, but it seemed a bit wistful.

"Just a kiss, man, yeah."

Orlando kissed Elijah's smooth cheek, pushing him off his lap and briefly ticking his ribs to lighten the mood. "Better than Sean by a lot. But I'm still not sure." He got up in a rush and practically dove into the safety of the house, leaving Elijah to his thoughts outside.

Kissing blokes was complicated. Maybe he should stop.

*****

Apparently he'd sat outside for quite some time. It seemed that just about everyone else had gone home, finally. Orlando made his way back to the kitchen for another drink. He refilled his glass from the keg, drank it, started for a refill, but decided on water instead, to get rid of the weird taste in his mouth. Beer and Elijah and confusion. Some fresh mint was in jar by the cocktail mixers and he pulled off a leaf and ate it. Perhaps that would help, as well as settle his stomach after the uncomfortable encounter.

He knew he should be going home; Elijah would crash in the guest-room and no one else seemed to still be around. He wandered into the darkened sitting room without seeing another person in the house at all. He'd leave after his mind cleared a bit, walk the couple of blocks back to his home. Convenient that their rented houses were all so close.

Orlando fell gracelessly lengthwise onto a couch, letting his arms sprawl and eyes close. As his head started to clear, he began to fret even more about whatever had happened with Elijah. He sighed. Kissing blokes was a bad idea. Just because he evidently sometimes fancied men (which was still quite a startling thought), didn't mean that he had to do anything about it. He'd be better off not finding out.

A slight noise came from an armchair in the corner across the room, which made Orlando open his eyes and twitch in surprise as Viggo set his glass down. Viggo got to his feet and came over to the couch with an expression on his face Orlando couldn't quite see clearly enough to read.

"Orlando," Viggo said quietly. Something in the way Viggo said his name always made a shiver run down his spine.

"Didn't see you there," he said, wondering at his sudden breathlessness. Viggo sat down on the cushion by Orli's hip, extending one arm along the back of the couch. Sure, he'd admired the man since he'd met him, what was there not to admire? And yeah, that tended to make him more awkward and clumsy than usual, but Orlando had never before noticed feeling this... tingly around him.

Perhaps he was more pissed than he'd thought.

Quite tingly indeed, though.

"How are your 'educational endeavors' going?" asked Viggo without preamble.

For an unknown reason, Orlando's heart started to pound. "Er, fine," he answered. "Snogged Sean and 'Lija." He shook his head slightly. "Was all right. Quite pleasant, even. Not exciting, though." He paused for a moment. No, confusing was not the same as exciting.

"Think I should stop. Nothing good comes of snogging your mates," he said with a definitive tone contradicted by his eyes, which sought Viggo's for approval.

"Two is not is very large sample to toss aside half the world's population," Viggo noted with a slight smile.

Orlando's eyes closed as he brought his arm over his forehead. "Too complicated to be worth it," he mumbled.

"Kissing Sean was complicated?"

For some reason the way Viggo said "kissing" made Orlando suddenly very aware of how close their bodies were.

"No," Orli whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't want to talk about this. Elijah's kiss was something he wanted to make un-happen, go back in time and undo it, avoid the impending mess in their friendship.

Luckily, Viggo wasn't the type who needed things spelled out and knew when to drop it. He was very good at reading Orlando.

Orli licked his lips; they were suddenly quite dry.

"Orlando." No one else said his full name quite like that. Commanding his full attention, intense, captivating. Each syllable enunciated clearly.

Orli removed his arm and finally made contact with eyes that glittered in the shadowy room.

"May I kiss you?" Viggo asked softly.

Orli nodded slightly as his heart began to pound. Sure, his admiration of Viggo held some level of attraction, but... Never like this before. His palms were beginning to sweat as Viggo leaned down and hovered near his face, eyes still locked with Orlando's, intense, as if he could read every thought rattling through Orli's head.

A slight smile twitched at Viggo's mouth as an almost imperceptible shiver ran through Orlando's body, and then Viggo closed the last centimeter between their lips.

The shock of it made Orlando's head spin. Firm, moist pressure, demanding rather than asking, hunger and boldness, as Viggo's mouth simply opened Orlando's. A callous-roughened hand moved to his jaw as Viggo's tongue gently but definitively touched his. Orlando opened wider, surrendering before he even acknowledged the battle had begun, his arms unconsciously wrapping around Viggo's neck and pulling their bodies closer.

Viggo's tongue explored his mouth with unhurried confidence, ran across his teeth, sought and tasted his palate, stroked his tongue. A deep moan came from somewhere low in Orlando's chest, and he tugged Viggo's body more on top of his, arching up, seeking more contact. As legs tangled with his and Viggo's weight came down on his torso, Orlando stopped being passive. He thrust his tongue into the other man's mouth, wanting to memorize his taste, the flavor of Viggo under the taste of beer. Wanting the feelings in his body to not stop.

Wanting.

Viggo pulled away. "Still not exciting?" he asked with a smirk.

Orlando simply blinked at him for a moment before moving one hand to Viggo's hip and the other to his neck to pull him back down for another kiss.

If Sean's kiss had been too straight, and Elijah's too gay, then Viggo's kiss was, well, just right. This kiss was firm yet passionate, hungry yet not needy. More aggressive than any girl's had ever been. This was the kiss Orlando had been waiting for.

His hands clenched involuntarily as Viggo shifted their bodies together, gasping as his erection met an equally hard lump opposite, through their trousers. Viggo was just as aroused as he was. Another small moan escaped his lips as Viggo began to move their groins together, holding Orlando's eyes captive with an expression he couldn't find any adjective for except "wolfish."

"How's this?" Viggo whispered into his ear, in a lethally sexy voice that sent as many tingles through Orli's body as the pressure rubbing against his cock. Viggo's lips closed around his earlobe, sucking intensely, biting, and then trailing his lips down Orlando's throat, nibbling and sucking.

Orlando's body was writhing shamelessly, totally out of his conscious control. He'd not been so aroused in months. Years perhaps. Possibly ever.

"Perfect" he gasped in answer, as Viggo bit firmly at his neck, thrusting down hard with his hips. "Perfect, god, perfect," Orlando moaned helplessly, feeling the fire in his blood burn hotter, more urgently.

Viggo's mouth at his neck curved into a smile and Orlando suddenly noticed how loud his breathing was. Panting, really, with a slight moan on every exhale. He whimpered in protest as Viggo suddenly lifted his body away, pulling back to regain Orlando's eyes.

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere," Viggo whispered, slipping one hand between their bodies to close firmly over Orli's cock, gripping him through his jeans.

An embarrassingly strangled groan spilled from Orlando's lips as his head tipped back and eyes slid half-closed, mouth opening. "Oh god," he gasped as Viggo moved their bodies back together again. "Please," he pleaded, pulling Viggo's mouth back down to his. "Please don't stop," he groaned, thrusting into Viggo's hand.

Viggo's lips brushed maddeningly lightly against his. "I always knew you'd beg so prettily," he whispered before closing his mouth over Orlando's, devouring him, unrestrained, licking, claiming, tongue stroking across Orlando's in the same rhythm as the hand on his cock.

That was all it took, as the heat flooding his body exploded like a volcano, twisting and shaking in Viggo's hands, groaning into his mouth. The unexpected speed and intensity of his climax made tears well at the corner of his eyes as he gasped for breath, twitching as Viggo's hand coaxed tremors from his body, kissing his neck, leaving Orlando boneless and dazed.

After a few moments Orlando dragged his heavy eyes open and noticed Viggo sitting next to him on the couch again, in the same position as before the first kiss. Smirking.

"Still never kissed a bloke and liked it?"

A slow smile curved Orlando's mouth. "No. I liked that," he replied drowsily. He was about to lose the battle with fatigue, as well.

Viggo leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across Orli's cheek. "Good." He got up, to Orlando's surprise, and walked to the door. Leaving him. Tingling, satiated, and soon-to-be-unpleasantly-moist in his jeans. Orlando spared a brief thought to be glad that he was still too blissed out at the moment to be upset that he was being left alone.

Viggo spoke from the door as Orlando's eyes drifted shut, amusement combining with that husky timbre of arousal that sent a brief tremor through Orli's spent cock. "Let me know when you're ready for another 'educational experience'," Viggo said, closing it behind him.

Orlando smiled and shifted deeper into the cushions. He'd go home after a quick nap. Tomorrow he'd ask Viggo about further lessons.

~Part 2~