Educational Endeavors: Orli's Logic (3/8)
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salixbabylonAll the feedback is wonderful but now I have massive anxiety about posting the next bit. *wibble* Anyway, here it is.
Title: Educational Endeavors: Orli's Logic (3/8)
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostiawen for encouragement, education, and betaing.
Educational Endeavors
Orli's Logic
Orlando was annoyed with himself. Last night had been full of embarrassing moments which were entirely his fault, but that wasn't what was upsetting him. No, he was angry because he'd chickened out. A crucial moment had come and he'd lost his nerve.
He so thoroughly sucked.
Or he didn't, really, which was sort of the point. Touching was fine, the little taste he'd had was all right, but when it came down to it, he'd just unexpectedly frozen up at the idea of taking a cock into his mouth.
It was completely idiotic. He fully planned to do it, to do everything; even to let Viggo fuck him. You know, eventually. Soon. As soon as he could think about it without involuntarily clenching his arse hard enough to make his lower back pop. But he was going to, really.
I mean, he'd thrown himself off of bridges and out of aeroplanes. Buggering was hardly an adventure compared to that.
Except that it was, really. It was completely different, and pretending it wasn't didn't actually change anything inside his head at all.
Fuck.
And even when he eventually got over his own self-disgust... he'd have to see Viggo. Soon, in fact. Probably in a matter of hours. They were bound to run into each other somewhere in the canteen, in wardrobe, in the Cuntebago. And Viggo would look at him with those understanding blue eyes and Orlando would see his disappointment reflected back at him and it would all be over, just because he'd gotten cold feet at a bad moment and hadn't been able to make himself blow Viggo.
It sounded like such a small thing like that, "blow Viggo." It shouldn't be such a big deal.
It didn't make him a poof.
Viggo had blown him and Viggo wasn't a poof. Not that there was anything wrong with poofs, of course, just that they tended to get beaten up a lot at school, so you learned to not want to be one.
Fuck.
Next time he saw Viggo, he'd just attack the man, rip his trousers off, and just do it. Yeah, good plan.
Except that Viggo would be in character from the moment he got out of makeup, and possibly wouldn't appreciate an attack-blowjob as Aragorn.
Orli pondered that for a moment, testing its veracity. Was there a man anywhere in the world who wouldn't appreciate an attack-blowjob, no matter how it interrupted his thoughts? No, of course not. But. If there was one, it was probably Viggo.
Bloody Method actors.
He knew he was just making excuses for himself. God, he needed a smoke. This was going to be a very long day.
*****
Orlando rounded the corner of the Cuntebago, head bouncing, ears covered by his walkman, humming. Suddenly he was shoved into a wall.
"Mmrmph" He would have yelped, but his lips were busy. No, no, no! This was NOT how it was supposed to go! He was supposed to be the one attacking Viggo!
Most annoying. Especially the way all the heat in his body immediately rushed to his cock, which hardened faster than... well, something that hardened instantly. Clearly analogies were not really a priority at the moment.
He shoved Viggo away.
"Fuck, man, what do you think you're doing?" he said, grinning. "Anybody could come by -- Hobbits, Wizards, Orcs, even PJ!"
"I doubt it would shock any of them," Viggo commented dryly. "You're always in a clinch with one of your mates."
"Yeah, man, but you're not," Orli said. "Not like that anyway, snogging and grinding your mates into the wall. Not that I dind't like it," he hastily added, as Viggo's expression tightened.
Orlando sighed as Viggo removed his body. Damn, this wasn't going at all as he'd planned.
"And what did you plan?" Viggo asked, eyes crinkling with a slight smile, as Orli realized he'd muttered that last bit out loud. He had to stop doing that.
Orli took a steadying breath, trying not to blush. "I, um, planned to be the one attacking you." He couldn't stop from biting his lip in uncertainty as he waited for Viggo's reaction.
Calmly, Viggo took him by the shoulders and moved him until their positions were reversed, Viggo against the wall, Orlando's chest almost touching his. "Better?" he asked, innocent blue eyes contradicted by the laughter pulling at his mouth.
Orli glanced around behind him quickly, decided the coast was as clear as it ever was, and furthermore, that he really didn't care. No one would be shocked to see him snogging Viggo. But then... if things went as he planned... Well, that could be awkward. He hesitated.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
Viggo rolled his eyes heavenward, a long-suffering expression on his face. "When did you get so inhibited? The Hobbits are all off for the day, surfing or something. It's just you, me, and John today. John's in makeup. Our assistants aren't here yet; the Cuntebago is empty. We are hidden from view and there is no one inside our trailer. Your reputation is in no danger of being compromised." Viggo was clearly just a wee bit annoyed.
"Fine then," Orlando said, closing his eyes as he fit his body to the other man's firm contours, forcefully bringing their lips together as aggressively as he knew how without hurting. Plaint lips met his and Viggo's hands settled lightly on his arse, yielding, letting Orlando take control.
Oh god yes. Orlando knew he was a good kisser; it was an activity he adored and had certainly had enough practice at it to be confident. He pressed firmly into Viggo's mouth, gently opening, tasting, teasing slightly with his tongue before sliding inside to explore. His hands came up beside Viggo's head and trapped the other man in a slight show of control, even as Orli's knees buckled slightly, bringing their bodies together and a low moan reverberated in his throat.
Fuck, even being in control and just kissing the man left him weak and dazed. This was so massively unfair. How was he supposed to be the seducer when he was so thoroughly dizzy?
Orli broke away, gasping for air. Somehow, trying to show Viggo how good he was at kissing was making him more turned on than he'd ever been before. He was ever-so-slightly pulsing his groin against Viggo's, to the beat of the bass still coming from his headphones, which were around his neck.
This was decidedly not going according to plan.
On the other hand, Viggo's eyes were still closed, mouth opened, and his hands were grasping Orlando's arse reassuringly.
He leaned in and licked at Viggo's lips until the other man raised his head and brought their lips together. This time it was Viggo who moaned and was panting slightly as Orlando nibbled down his jaw to suck at the base of Viggo's throat, feeling the pulse there with his tongue.
His hands slid to Viggo's shoulders and down his chest as Orlando pushed himself away. He waited until Viggo's eyes opened.
"There's something I meant to do last night," he said quietly, trying not to stumble over his words or blush.
Viggo raised his brows, questioning.
Orlando suddenly grinned. He didn't mean to; he meant it to be a seductive little smile, but his face just split in two as he almost laughed, suddenly overwhelmed with outrageous joy. Viggo wasn't disappointed in him, Orlando didn't care anymore if he was a poof, and he really wanted to suck Viggo's cock.
Badly.
Now.
His hands purposefully moved down Viggo's belly to the top of his jeans and started unbuttoning them as Orlando carefully knelt. His own erection was straining uncomfortably against the confinement of his jeans, but he barely even noticed it; he was too focused on Viggo to care.
Viggo's eyes darkened as Orlando pushed his jeans to his thighs, and he smiled slightly. "I thought you said not to get used to this position," he teased.
Orlando stuck his tongue out at him and then decided, so long as it was out there, to taste Viggo's dripping prick. He wasn't sure if he should break eye contact or not, but was really enjoying watching the expressions of humor and pleasure chase each other across the familiar face. For some reason, holding Viggo's eyes, hearing his breathing grow harsher, his body tighten under his hands, Orlando lost all sense of self-consciousness, all sense of self. All he cared about right now was Viggo; the taste of Viggo, the smell of him, the sight of him rapidly losing his control in pleasure.
He was done hesitating. He quickly took about half of Viggo's length into his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly on the underside. Seeing Viggo's eyes darken, he ran his tongue around the crown and sucked gently.
Viggo groaned and whispered, "I like that. You, watching me, sucking my cock."
Orli grinned and slowly, lingeringly, pulled away. "Me too. Impossible to look at a girl from the same position. It's a nice change."
Viggo laughed, a deep rumble of contentment as Orli took the silky hardness back into his mouth and began to suck harder, using one hand on the base and one gently massaging Viggo's bollocks. He wasn't positive he was doing it right, but he was doing what he liked to have done to him and being careful with his teeth. The feeling and taste were fine. The whole experience wasn't as strange as he'd thought it would be, and the feeling of power and control, of taking Viggo into his mouth, was simply fantastic.
Viggo's hands under his thighs were firm and warm, trembling slightly as Orli broke eye contact to nuzzle into the curls at the base of Viggo's cock. He brought one hand up to stroke the base, moving it up and down in sync with his mouth as Viggo struggled to hold his hips still.
Mmm. Nice.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Orlando relaxed his jaw and took a bit more inside. Up and down, sucking harder, moving faster. He was very pleased with himself as Viggo's hands on his shoulders gripped tighter and tighter with the effort of holding back, of being quiet. After a few moments, Viggo tensed and his hands moved to Orli's head, trying to push him away, as he grunted, "Stop. Now. Or I'll come in your mouth."
Um. Orlando had forgotten about that. He thought about it for a second: a mouthful of come, fresh from the source as it were, not a small bit of precum or a taste licked off his hand. That didn't sound appealing.
His mouth, however, did not stop. And while his brain was slowly trying to come to a decision, the inevitable happened. Viggo groaned, his hand clenching uncontrollably hard in Orli's hair as his hips thrust forward. Orlando reflexively jerked back, the tip of Viggo's cock still in his mouth as suddenly it was filled with warm, salty, bitter fluid.
He didn't really want to swallow it. But spitting it on the ground would be quite rude, and he didn't have a tissue or anything. So he swallowed. Not so bad, really. Not great; not awful. Not unlike his first time going down on a girl.
But, oh, the expression on Viggo's face. Completely relaxed bliss, head thrown back in utter peace and contentment, eyes closed, cheeks flushed even through the stubble, goofy grin quirking up the corners of Viggo's mouth. Lovely. So totally worth the slight burning feeling in Orlando's throat and bitter aftertaste.
Cool. He'd blown Viggo.
He kissed the softening cock one last time as he pulled Viggo's jeans back up, tucked him away, and refastened them. Christ, his knees were killing him. And his own cock suddenly felt like it was roughly the size and hardness of a brick, aching and throbbing as he stood up.
Viggo's eyes slowly slid open as Orlando leaned into his body and gently kissed him.
"You sure that was your first time?" Viggo chuckled. "You were awfully good at that. I can't believe you swallowed. I almost puked my first time giving a blowjob."
Orlando grinned. Whoo! Compliments! He ground his erection into Viggo's thigh as he answered, "I guess I must have natural talent."
Viggo grinned back at him and moved his hands to Orlando's jeans purposefully. His lips barely met Orli's, his hands had just begin fumbling with the top button when they heard footsteps approaching rapidly, and the worried voices of their assistants.
"I still can't believe that wanker cut you off on the road! Served him right for plowing into that truck ahead of him, though."
"Yeah, but what a mess! Police everywhere, and an hour late to work. Hope PJ isn't too brassed off at us. I called the main phone line, but had to leave a message with Wardrobe, since no was else was about."
"I know; I'm sure it'll be fine. Probably Orlando and Viggo got to sleep in a bit. Hope they're not waiting for us..." the older one said as they unlocked the Cuntebago and went inside.
"Fuck!" Orlando pulled away from Viggo. Their timing couldn't have been more perfect. Well, more perfect for Viggo, anyway. The older man grinned at him and started heading in towards the trailer.
"I'll turn the radio on, if you want to go have a quick wank in the toilet," he offered with a very fake British accent.
Orlando rolled his eyes. "Thanks, mate. That's generous of you."
Viggo winked. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise," he said as he disappeared through the door.
Well, that sounded good at any rate. A quick wank and Orlando'd be able to deal with the day of shooting. He had tonight to look forward to, and he was quite pleased with himself for blowing Viggo. And Viggo had even said he did it well.
And he still was himself, just Orlando, not a poof. Not that it really mattered anymore, he realized. He was whatever it was that he was, and he didn't care about names or labels or definitions.
Humming, he replaced the headphones over his ears, carefully tied his jacket around his hips to conceal his erection, and went into the trailer. The radio was already on, and he winked as he caught Viggo's eye in the mirror as he walked back to the loo.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a long day after all.
~Part 4~
Title: Educational Endeavors: Orli's Logic (3/8)
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.Orli's Logic
Orlando was annoyed with himself. Last night had been full of embarrassing moments which were entirely his fault, but that wasn't what was upsetting him. No, he was angry because he'd chickened out. A crucial moment had come and he'd lost his nerve.
He so thoroughly sucked.
Or he didn't, really, which was sort of the point. Touching was fine, the little taste he'd had was all right, but when it came down to it, he'd just unexpectedly frozen up at the idea of taking a cock into his mouth.
It was completely idiotic. He fully planned to do it, to do everything; even to let Viggo fuck him. You know, eventually. Soon. As soon as he could think about it without involuntarily clenching his arse hard enough to make his lower back pop. But he was going to, really.
I mean, he'd thrown himself off of bridges and out of aeroplanes. Buggering was hardly an adventure compared to that.
Except that it was, really. It was completely different, and pretending it wasn't didn't actually change anything inside his head at all.
Fuck.
And even when he eventually got over his own self-disgust... he'd have to see Viggo. Soon, in fact. Probably in a matter of hours. They were bound to run into each other somewhere in the canteen, in wardrobe, in the Cuntebago. And Viggo would look at him with those understanding blue eyes and Orlando would see his disappointment reflected back at him and it would all be over, just because he'd gotten cold feet at a bad moment and hadn't been able to make himself blow Viggo.
It sounded like such a small thing like that, "blow Viggo." It shouldn't be such a big deal.
It didn't make him a poof.
Viggo had blown him and Viggo wasn't a poof. Not that there was anything wrong with poofs, of course, just that they tended to get beaten up a lot at school, so you learned to not want to be one.
Fuck.
Next time he saw Viggo, he'd just attack the man, rip his trousers off, and just do it. Yeah, good plan.
Except that Viggo would be in character from the moment he got out of makeup, and possibly wouldn't appreciate an attack-blowjob as Aragorn.
Orli pondered that for a moment, testing its veracity. Was there a man anywhere in the world who wouldn't appreciate an attack-blowjob, no matter how it interrupted his thoughts? No, of course not. But. If there was one, it was probably Viggo.
Bloody Method actors.
He knew he was just making excuses for himself. God, he needed a smoke. This was going to be a very long day.
Orlando rounded the corner of the Cuntebago, head bouncing, ears covered by his walkman, humming. Suddenly he was shoved into a wall.
"Mmrmph" He would have yelped, but his lips were busy. No, no, no! This was NOT how it was supposed to go! He was supposed to be the one attacking Viggo!
Most annoying. Especially the way all the heat in his body immediately rushed to his cock, which hardened faster than... well, something that hardened instantly. Clearly analogies were not really a priority at the moment.
He shoved Viggo away.
"Fuck, man, what do you think you're doing?" he said, grinning. "Anybody could come by -- Hobbits, Wizards, Orcs, even PJ!"
"I doubt it would shock any of them," Viggo commented dryly. "You're always in a clinch with one of your mates."
"Yeah, man, but you're not," Orli said. "Not like that anyway, snogging and grinding your mates into the wall. Not that I dind't like it," he hastily added, as Viggo's expression tightened.
Orlando sighed as Viggo removed his body. Damn, this wasn't going at all as he'd planned.
"And what did you plan?" Viggo asked, eyes crinkling with a slight smile, as Orli realized he'd muttered that last bit out loud. He had to stop doing that.
Orli took a steadying breath, trying not to blush. "I, um, planned to be the one attacking you." He couldn't stop from biting his lip in uncertainty as he waited for Viggo's reaction.
Calmly, Viggo took him by the shoulders and moved him until their positions were reversed, Viggo against the wall, Orlando's chest almost touching his. "Better?" he asked, innocent blue eyes contradicted by the laughter pulling at his mouth.
Orli glanced around behind him quickly, decided the coast was as clear as it ever was, and furthermore, that he really didn't care. No one would be shocked to see him snogging Viggo. But then... if things went as he planned... Well, that could be awkward. He hesitated.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
Viggo rolled his eyes heavenward, a long-suffering expression on his face. "When did you get so inhibited? The Hobbits are all off for the day, surfing or something. It's just you, me, and John today. John's in makeup. Our assistants aren't here yet; the Cuntebago is empty. We are hidden from view and there is no one inside our trailer. Your reputation is in no danger of being compromised." Viggo was clearly just a wee bit annoyed.
"Fine then," Orlando said, closing his eyes as he fit his body to the other man's firm contours, forcefully bringing their lips together as aggressively as he knew how without hurting. Plaint lips met his and Viggo's hands settled lightly on his arse, yielding, letting Orlando take control.
Oh god yes. Orlando knew he was a good kisser; it was an activity he adored and had certainly had enough practice at it to be confident. He pressed firmly into Viggo's mouth, gently opening, tasting, teasing slightly with his tongue before sliding inside to explore. His hands came up beside Viggo's head and trapped the other man in a slight show of control, even as Orli's knees buckled slightly, bringing their bodies together and a low moan reverberated in his throat.
Fuck, even being in control and just kissing the man left him weak and dazed. This was so massively unfair. How was he supposed to be the seducer when he was so thoroughly dizzy?
Orli broke away, gasping for air. Somehow, trying to show Viggo how good he was at kissing was making him more turned on than he'd ever been before. He was ever-so-slightly pulsing his groin against Viggo's, to the beat of the bass still coming from his headphones, which were around his neck.
This was decidedly not going according to plan.
On the other hand, Viggo's eyes were still closed, mouth opened, and his hands were grasping Orlando's arse reassuringly.
He leaned in and licked at Viggo's lips until the other man raised his head and brought their lips together. This time it was Viggo who moaned and was panting slightly as Orlando nibbled down his jaw to suck at the base of Viggo's throat, feeling the pulse there with his tongue.
His hands slid to Viggo's shoulders and down his chest as Orlando pushed himself away. He waited until Viggo's eyes opened.
"There's something I meant to do last night," he said quietly, trying not to stumble over his words or blush.
Viggo raised his brows, questioning.
Orlando suddenly grinned. He didn't mean to; he meant it to be a seductive little smile, but his face just split in two as he almost laughed, suddenly overwhelmed with outrageous joy. Viggo wasn't disappointed in him, Orlando didn't care anymore if he was a poof, and he really wanted to suck Viggo's cock.
Badly.
Now.
His hands purposefully moved down Viggo's belly to the top of his jeans and started unbuttoning them as Orlando carefully knelt. His own erection was straining uncomfortably against the confinement of his jeans, but he barely even noticed it; he was too focused on Viggo to care.
Viggo's eyes darkened as Orlando pushed his jeans to his thighs, and he smiled slightly. "I thought you said not to get used to this position," he teased.
Orlando stuck his tongue out at him and then decided, so long as it was out there, to taste Viggo's dripping prick. He wasn't sure if he should break eye contact or not, but was really enjoying watching the expressions of humor and pleasure chase each other across the familiar face. For some reason, holding Viggo's eyes, hearing his breathing grow harsher, his body tighten under his hands, Orlando lost all sense of self-consciousness, all sense of self. All he cared about right now was Viggo; the taste of Viggo, the smell of him, the sight of him rapidly losing his control in pleasure.
He was done hesitating. He quickly took about half of Viggo's length into his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly on the underside. Seeing Viggo's eyes darken, he ran his tongue around the crown and sucked gently.
Viggo groaned and whispered, "I like that. You, watching me, sucking my cock."
Orli grinned and slowly, lingeringly, pulled away. "Me too. Impossible to look at a girl from the same position. It's a nice change."
Viggo laughed, a deep rumble of contentment as Orli took the silky hardness back into his mouth and began to suck harder, using one hand on the base and one gently massaging Viggo's bollocks. He wasn't positive he was doing it right, but he was doing what he liked to have done to him and being careful with his teeth. The feeling and taste were fine. The whole experience wasn't as strange as he'd thought it would be, and the feeling of power and control, of taking Viggo into his mouth, was simply fantastic.
Viggo's hands under his thighs were firm and warm, trembling slightly as Orli broke eye contact to nuzzle into the curls at the base of Viggo's cock. He brought one hand up to stroke the base, moving it up and down in sync with his mouth as Viggo struggled to hold his hips still.
Mmm. Nice.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Orlando relaxed his jaw and took a bit more inside. Up and down, sucking harder, moving faster. He was very pleased with himself as Viggo's hands on his shoulders gripped tighter and tighter with the effort of holding back, of being quiet. After a few moments, Viggo tensed and his hands moved to Orli's head, trying to push him away, as he grunted, "Stop. Now. Or I'll come in your mouth."
Um. Orlando had forgotten about that. He thought about it for a second: a mouthful of come, fresh from the source as it were, not a small bit of precum or a taste licked off his hand. That didn't sound appealing.
His mouth, however, did not stop. And while his brain was slowly trying to come to a decision, the inevitable happened. Viggo groaned, his hand clenching uncontrollably hard in Orli's hair as his hips thrust forward. Orlando reflexively jerked back, the tip of Viggo's cock still in his mouth as suddenly it was filled with warm, salty, bitter fluid.
He didn't really want to swallow it. But spitting it on the ground would be quite rude, and he didn't have a tissue or anything. So he swallowed. Not so bad, really. Not great; not awful. Not unlike his first time going down on a girl.
But, oh, the expression on Viggo's face. Completely relaxed bliss, head thrown back in utter peace and contentment, eyes closed, cheeks flushed even through the stubble, goofy grin quirking up the corners of Viggo's mouth. Lovely. So totally worth the slight burning feeling in Orlando's throat and bitter aftertaste.
Cool. He'd blown Viggo.
He kissed the softening cock one last time as he pulled Viggo's jeans back up, tucked him away, and refastened them. Christ, his knees were killing him. And his own cock suddenly felt like it was roughly the size and hardness of a brick, aching and throbbing as he stood up.
Viggo's eyes slowly slid open as Orlando leaned into his body and gently kissed him.
"You sure that was your first time?" Viggo chuckled. "You were awfully good at that. I can't believe you swallowed. I almost puked my first time giving a blowjob."
Orlando grinned. Whoo! Compliments! He ground his erection into Viggo's thigh as he answered, "I guess I must have natural talent."
Viggo grinned back at him and moved his hands to Orlando's jeans purposefully. His lips barely met Orli's, his hands had just begin fumbling with the top button when they heard footsteps approaching rapidly, and the worried voices of their assistants.
"I still can't believe that wanker cut you off on the road! Served him right for plowing into that truck ahead of him, though."
"Yeah, but what a mess! Police everywhere, and an hour late to work. Hope PJ isn't too brassed off at us. I called the main phone line, but had to leave a message with Wardrobe, since no was else was about."
"I know; I'm sure it'll be fine. Probably Orlando and Viggo got to sleep in a bit. Hope they're not waiting for us..." the older one said as they unlocked the Cuntebago and went inside.
"Fuck!" Orlando pulled away from Viggo. Their timing couldn't have been more perfect. Well, more perfect for Viggo, anyway. The older man grinned at him and started heading in towards the trailer.
"I'll turn the radio on, if you want to go have a quick wank in the toilet," he offered with a very fake British accent.
Orlando rolled his eyes. "Thanks, mate. That's generous of you."
Viggo winked. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise," he said as he disappeared through the door.
Well, that sounded good at any rate. A quick wank and Orlando'd be able to deal with the day of shooting. He had tonight to look forward to, and he was quite pleased with himself for blowing Viggo. And Viggo had even said he did it well.
And he still was himself, just Orlando, not a poof. Not that it really mattered anymore, he realized. He was whatever it was that he was, and he didn't care about names or labels or definitions.
Humming, he replaced the headphones over his ears, carefully tied his jacket around his hips to conceal his erection, and went into the trailer. The radio was already on, and he winked as he caught Viggo's eye in the mirror as he walked back to the loo.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a long day after all.
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Date: 2004-01-08 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-09 01:14 am (UTC)Orlando's logic is just wonderful:)
Thank you so much for the update. I really have to friend you back now, making sure I won't miss anything, sorry it took me that long.
Yay!
Date: 2004-01-09 05:29 am (UTC)*ahem*
I'll go now.
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Date: 2004-01-09 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 09:38 pm (UTC)*cuddle cute OrliMuse* *molest him* No wait, ViggoMuse is supposed to be doing that. Damn. *sigh*
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Date: 2004-01-10 09:44 pm (UTC)And no problem - I totally understand about friending. It's so hard to keep up!
Re: Yay!
Date: 2004-01-10 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: Yay!
Date: 2004-01-10 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 09:53 pm (UTC)Thank you for the feedback!
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Date: 2004-01-11 03:02 am (UTC)Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-12 02:41 pm (UTC)Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-12 02:49 pm (UTC)Take if you want, just credit
Wow.
Date: 2004-01-12 02:53 pm (UTC)You pulled off Little Orli perfectly, how he felt, how everyone feels giving their first blowjob. The Student/Teacher vibe really works.
Viggo is so calm and controlled, and yet he fangirls Orli with poise and sophitication. I'm going to be following this to the end, with eager anticipation.
Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-12 02:58 pm (UTC)Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-12 03:09 pm (UTC)And the pun, well, I came up with it, there's a similar German pun (which is even better because it rhymes), but well, just take it and run;)
Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-13 09:30 am (UTC)Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-13 11:46 am (UTC)Looks very cool!
Re: Wow.
Date: 2004-01-13 04:44 pm (UTC)More to come! So many things for Orli to experience!
Re: Wow.
Date: 2004-01-14 06:28 am (UTC)I was listening to the cast commentary of FotR last night and Orli is so much lovin the Viggo. Why did I not see it before?!
Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-14 06:29 am (UTC)Re: Apologies for being random but...
Date: 2004-01-14 11:40 am (UTC)But it's only 2 pics, right? Oh well, send me the bases and the text if you want, I'll see what I can do. Email is in my userinfo.
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Date: 2004-01-16 03:04 pm (UTC)Fashionably. Yes. ;)
Nice nice niiiiiiiice smut scene! The only thing bad about it is that it was only one teeny weeny blowjob with almost no teasing. I'm such a feral smut beast when it comes to Orlando smut (really, who isn't >:D), I always want more and more, even if the present amount of into is just enough and wonderfully written.
You know, for some reason I have to remind myself that Viggo has short hair in this fic. Why do I keep picturing him with long hair? Meh....
I guess one giant pet peeve in the lotrips fandom is to write in-costume!smut. Bloody method actors, as you so acutely phrased. ;)
Woah, got off topic again. Um, so yeah, great fic, thumbs up, if you don't release the next chapter within a week I'll come over and spank you. And I suspect you'll like it, you mynx. ;D
Excuse me, I'm mad and horny right now. *runs*
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Date: 2004-01-19 10:20 am (UTC)I promise the next chapter will be longer and less PWPish.
You know, for some reason I have to remind myself that Viggo has short hair in this fic. Why do I keep picturing him with long hair? Meh....
Because he's way hotter with the dark Aragorn hair? IMO, anyway. ;)
Within a week? Well, that's not happening. Sorry. Must finish a paper for last term's class before Feb 1 or I fail the class. So...
*bend over* *wiggle butt* *blinkblink*
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Date: 2004-01-19 10:59 am (UTC)*blinks* When did I ever say PWP was a bad thing?
Because he's way hotter with the dark Aragorn hair? IMO, anyway. ;)
You mean "Universally known" that Viggo's hotter with Aragorn hair. :9
*bend over* *wiggle butt* *blinkblink*
Vixen! :D What ARE you doing in fluff fandom anyway?
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Date: 2004-01-19 05:51 pm (UTC)What ARE you doing in fluff fandom anyway?
Hmm... I dunno. I guess it's the default. I don't like rapefic, and "Virulentus Somnium" is the most angsty thing I ever want to have my name on, so unless
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Date: 2007-10-27 09:19 pm (UTC)And I love your dry humour.
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Date: 2007-10-29 08:18 pm (UTC)