The Birthday Present

 

 

Author:  Kevswitchau

Pairing:  OB/VM

Genre:  RPS, PWP

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  Sex...a bit more sex, P with tiny amount of P

Disclaimer: I don’t know the guys, this never happened anywhere except in my head.

 

 

 

Orli was wearing no shirt when he opened the door.

 

The faded jeans were slung low over his hips, and his hair hung in his eyes.  He looked as though he’d just climbed out of bed.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Hello to you too.”

 

That snapped him out of it.  Totally, suddenly, awake, he tucked a dark curl behind his ear and stared at the man at the door.

 

“Vig?”

 

“Surprise.”  It was said with a half smile, in that voice...his voice...the one that Orli hadn’t heard in way too long.

 

“Fuck me...”

 

“Are you going to invite me in, or should I come back later?”

 

“Jesus...yeah. Come in...it’s.  Christ, Viggo, I...”

 

Viggo leaned in and kissed Orlando gently on his mouth.

 

“Happy birthday elf boy.”

 

Orlando backed into the room, Viggo following, smiling laconically.  He pushed the door closed behind him, and leaned against it, regarding Orli silently.

 

Orlando felt as if he was going to cry.  He’d been filming for so long, one job after the other, sometimes he forgot where he was.  He’d almost forgotten it was his birthday, and he was sure everyone else had.

 

Orli had been keeping up with the gossip and the entertainment news.  Dom and Lij shopping together, the hobbits partying, all of them seemed to be able to find each other whenever they needed to. 

 

Everyone except him, that is.  And he missed it.  He missed it so goddamned much.  He had been flitting from job to job, with no time to get to know anyone.  No time to make friends.

 

He’d been feeling that his friends were a world away.  At least they had been... until now.

 

“What’re you doing here?”

 

It was out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.  Stupid.  Who cares why he’s here, all that matters is...

 

“I came to give you your birthday present.”

 

“You flew all this way to give me a present?”

 

“This one couldn’t be sent through the mail... it had to be delivered... person...to...person.”

 

Orlando became aware of the gap between them closing.  Viggo had been slowly stepping forward as he was speaking.  Orlando felt the breath from the last word on his cheek.  He closed his eyes.

 

“Orli?”  A gentle hand touched his hair.

 

Orlando opened his eyes and stared Viggo full in the face.  It had been a long time since the last time...too goddamned long.  So long that Orli had started to wonder if it had all been a dream.  If the long nights in the cuntebago, the lost weekends, the beard rash in bizarre places, had all been a figment of his imagination...a stupid fanboy crush raging out of control.

 

But if Viggo was here, standing in this room wearing torn jeans and a paint-stained shirt, smelling like he did in Orli’s memories, it must have been real.  All of it.

 

“Jesus, Vig... I’ve missed you.”

 

Orli felt himself pulled against Viggo’s broad chest, and locked into a warm embrace.  His arms found that old familiar place around Viggo’s waist, as he closed his eyes and inhaled, smelling that very Viggo combination of soap and sweat and turpentine.  They stood like that, together, just holding each other, for the longest time, Orli very aware of the feeling of Viggo’s rough hands on the bare skin of his back.

 

“What’s your schedule for today?”

 

Orli looked up. 

 

“No shooting until this afternoon.  I’m free until then...”

 

“Good,” Viggo smiled.

 

“Why?”  Orli probed, one eyebrow raised.  “What did you have in mind?”

 

“I told you.  I’m going to give you your birthday present.”

 

“And that’s going to take all morning?”

 

“If that’s the time we’ve got, that’s the time we’ve got.”

 

Viggo lowered his head and kissed Orlando full on the lips.  Unlike the previous kiss, it was not gentle or fleeting.  Orlando closed his eyes and opened his mouth and tasted Viggo’s tongue as it pushed past his teeth. 

 

Orlando met Viggo’s tongue with his own, and leaned into the warmth of his body, his hands creeping upward and raking through dishevelled hair.  He moaned softly, the sound lost in Viggo’s mouth, as strong hands pulled him closer, hard against the lean body, so that he could feel the slow beat of Viggo’s heart through his flesh, as if it were his own.

 

They didn’t break the kiss, but began to move slowly towards the unmade bed in the centre of the room, both of them unwilling to break the contact, each of them moving in time with the other, shuffling in a clumsy slow-dance away from the door.

 

Orlando’s fingers were working at Viggo’s shirt well before he willed them to, nimbly slipping the tiny plastic buttons out of their confining holes.  Six buttons, and he was done, pushing the shirt off over Viggo’s shoulders and pulling it off his arms.  Bare chest pressed against bare chest as Orlando’s hands roamed over the warm skin, and again up to tangle themselves in the dirty-blonde hair.

 

Suddenly Viggo was gone, and the world tipped sideways, before Orli realised that he’d been pushed backwards onto the bed.  He sank into the bunched-up quilt and bounced twice, a very Elijah-like giggle bursting from his lips.

 

“Do it again...”  whispered Viggo, dropping forward, his arms on either side of Orlando’s shoulders, his face grinning wolfishly just above.  He leaned forward and nuzzled Orli’s neck, growling softly, a sound that raised the hairs on Orlando’s arms and made his cock twitch solidly.

 

“Do what?”  Orlando was breathless.  Already.

 

“Laugh.  I love it when you laugh.”  Orli felt the breath tickle his ear as Viggo whispered intimately.

 

Viggo ran a hot tongue along Orlando’s jaw line and nuzzled his neck again, nipping gently at the sensitive spot just below Orli’s ear.  The feeling of Viggo’s mouth on his skin was driving Orli insane... he couldn’t laugh...he couldn’t even think straight... the combination of lips and teeth and stubble on sensitive flesh was almost more than he could take... then Viggo started to move lower.

 

When Viggo closed his teeth gently over Orlando’s erect nipple, Orli cried out.  It was completely involuntary, his voice deserting him immediately afterwards...

 

“Should I stop?”  The slightly nasal rumble in his ear, made him whip his head from side to side desperately.

 

Nonononono...

 

If Viggo stopped now...but he didn’t.  His mouth returned, making the warm, wet place on Orli’s chest, his tongue tracing a path between the muscles of Orlando’s pecs, circling the brown nipples, before starting to descend again, pausing to trace the outline of a perfect navel.

 

Viggo dropped to his knees between Orlando’s thighs, his fingers expertly undoing the button-front jeans, and working them down over Orli’s slim hips.  He pulled them off and threw them onto the floor behind him, grinning at the fact that Orlando wore no underwear...and that he was rock-hard.  It had been a long time...

 

Orli propped himself up on his elbows, his breath whistling between opened lips.  Viggo raised his eyes, meeting Orlando’s as he ran his tongue over the pale inner thigh.  Orli shuddered gently as he felt Viggo blow over the moist trail he’d just made, turning it icy.  Viggo’s eyes travelled up the prone body before him once again, and he held Orli’s gaze as he opened his mouth and slowly closed it over Orli’s erection.  The motion was deliberate and controlled, and his eyes never left Orlando, who whimpered softly and fell back onto the bed.  

 

Smiling to himself, Viggo began to gently move his mouth, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive flesh, his cheeks hollowed,  his hands stroking Orli’s inner thighs, his balls, his stomach, every movement designed to raise the stakes a little higher, to push Orli just a little further...

 

He felt the body beneath his hands begin to tense, and he knew immediately that Orli was on the brink... one more movement, and he was going to come... and so he stopped, pulling back, releasing Orlando completely.  Orli cried out, pushing himself upright as he felt the coolness rush in where moments ago had been slick heat... had been Viggo’s mouth.  His body shuddered gently as it eased itself back from the edge, and he whimpered in frustration, as Viggo slid, grinning, up his body, pushing him onto his back once more.

 

“Viggo...” he protested, his voice trembling, his body screaming out for release.

 

“Not yet.”  Growled into his ear, the chest above him vibrating the sound into his own.

 

Orlando’s hands snaked down Viggo’s body, pausing when they encountered the waistband of the jeans he was wearing.

 

“You’re still dressed...”

 

“Well...undress me...”

 

Orli’s fingers found the button and the fly at the front of Viggo’s jeans and released them.  Viggo hadn’t moved from his position, lying half on, half beside Orli, so that Orli had to shove him onto his back.  Viggo rolled over and watched as Orlando tugged at the waistband of his worn jeans, dragging them down, exposing a perfect snail-trail of golden hair that meandered down to meet the thicker, darker thatch at Viggo’s groin.

 

 Orli sat back and looked at Viggo, stretched naked before him, his fingers laced behind his head, his lips curled into a gentle smile.  Orlando knew every inch of this body... he’d tasted and touched every ripple, every scar.  And he loved it.

 

“C’mere.”

 

He snapped out of his reverie, and moved on all fours towards Viggo’s outstretched hand.  Viggo pulled Orli down beside him, holding him gently in a spoon position, kissing the back of his neck.  Orlando giggled again, feeling the stubble tickle his skin, as Viggo’s lips traced the base of his hairline, his shoulder blades... each movement tender and gentle.

 

Viggo’s hands, which had been loosely around Orli’s waist, began to move slowly over his skin, the fingers kneading and caressing, touching his stomach, his thighs, brushing firmly over his butt.  Orli dropped his head forward, as Viggo continued to kiss and caress.

 

Viggo gently pushed Orlando forward, so that he was lying on his stomach, and began to move his lips lower, his tongue tracing a wet trail between Orli’s shoulder blades, and down... he stopped when he reached the scar.

 

A pale scar, the thickness of Viggo’s little finger ran down Orli’s lower back, marring the honey coloured skin.  Got a little tanned during filming, didn’t you?  Viggo traced the raised mark with his finger, marvelling at how this was all that was left of the accident that almost took Orlando’s life... that certainly should have taken his ability to walk... yet here he was, walking, running, jumping out of planes for fucks sake.

 

Viggo ducked his head and kissed the marked skin, running his lips along the scar, feeling Orlando sigh at the feather-light touch.  He continued his descent over the contours of Orli’s body, finally nipping gently at the softness of his butt.  He smiled as he heard Orli chuckle again, muffled by the pillow.  He never got sick of that sound... I never get sick of this one either, he thought as his hand slipped between Orli’s legs and gently massaged his balls...Orland moaned, the sound a deep rumble in his chest, as he shifted under Viggo’s touch, trying to accommodate the hardness that was caught underneath him.

 

Viggo straddled Orlando, his knees on either side of his thighs, and reached underneath, gently urging him upright.  Orli rose to his knees, his back pressed against Viggo’s chest, his butt firmly against the heat of Viggo’s groin.  They shuffled forward, and Orli reached out and steadied himself on the bedhead, as he felt Viggo’s arms wrap around his waist, felt himself still captured between Viggo’s thighs.

 

Orli dropped his head forward, closing his eyes and letting the sensations wash over him.  Viggo’s mouth kissing and nuzzling his neck, Viggo’s hands idly stroking his stomach, his chest, the hardness of Viggo’s arousal pressed against him from behind... at that moment, the world began and ended with the man who held him and loved him.

 

Orli leaned against the bed head, his fingers wrapped around the brass cross-beam, as he felt Viggo move away for a moment, and heard the unmistakable sound of foil tearing.  Within seconds, Viggo was back, kissing and sucking, his mouth inches from Orli’s ear.

 

“Relaxxxxx...” it came out as a breath that tickled the curls that fell across Orlando’s cheek.

 

He felt Viggo’s fingers begin to gently massage his ass, pressing against his entrance firmly, rubbing wetly, exerting pressure until they gained slow, leisurely entrance, the feeling of Viggo penetrating him causing Orli to lose his breath.

 

Viggo slowly worked his lubed fingers in and out, stretching, relaxing the tight muscle, while his other hand wrapped around Orli’s waist, and his lips trailed over his back, feeling the bunched muscles just beneath the skin.

 

Inserting a third finger, Viggo smiled as Orli whimpered...there was no pain in the sound, just quiet desperation and need.

 

“Are you ready?” he breathed again into Orlando’s ear.  Orli nodded, gasping.

 

“Are you sure?” he teased.

 

“Christ, Vig...fuck” Orli muttered, breathless, through gritted teeth, his entire body seemed like one exposed nerve, every inch of his skin was screaming to be fucked.

 

Viggo slowly withdrew his fingers, and paused to rub more lubricant into the head of his cock.  He shifted slightly, positioning himself, and guided himself to Orlando’s entrance.  He sensed, more than heard, the change in Orli’s breathing.  Felt it becoming deeper, less ragged, felt him willing himself to relax as Viggo began to push inside.

 

Orli forced himself to be calm... tried to pull himself back for a moment.  He knew from experience that Viggo was considerably larger than the fingers he’d felt inside, and as he felt Viggo push himself forward, there was a brief feeling to discomfort...of almost unbearable tightness, until his body recognised the feeling and began to accommodate the cock that pushed inside him...Viggo’s cock.  Orli stifled a strangled sound, something caught between laughter and a sob, between his clenched teeth.

 

Viggo paused.

 

“Orli...?”

 

“Jesus Vig.  Don’t stop...”

 

“Allright?”

 

“Yeah,” he gasped.  His control was slipping, his body heating up again as he reacted to Viggo’s touch and his voice.  “Yeah.”

 

Viggo paused a moment longer and gently kissed the back of Orli’s neck.  Then he pushed forward steadily, until there was nowhere left to go.  They both froze for a moment- Orli to adjust to the heat and hardness filling him, and Viggo to prevent himself from coming... so...goddamned...tight. 

 

One movement, and Viggo knew he was going to go... so they knelt there, Orlando clutching the brass bed head with a white-knuckled grip, Viggo with his arms tight around Orli’s waist, his head dropped forward between Orli’s shoulderblades, willing him not to move...not yet, anyway... both of them panting as if they had just run a marathon.

 

Viggo felt his body come back to him, and shifted his hands to grasp Orlando’s waist.  He could feel his muscles tremble with the exertion as he drew back, almost completely, and then pushed forward again.  Orli whimpered softly, as Viggo began to slowly, lazily, fuck him.  There was nothing hurried.  Nothing frantic.  There was just a long, slow morning, and there was no way Viggo was going to rush this.

 

Orlando dropped his head forward again, the muscles in his arms fluttering with the strain of holding himself, and sometimes Viggo, upright.  He could feel a bead of sweat trace it’s way between his shoulder blades and trickle down his back, losing itself somewhere in the throbbing heat where Viggo’s body joined his.

 

Viggo’s hand crept downwards, and closed itself firmly around Orli’s cock, still slightly slippery, it slid easily over the taut skin, the sudden touch causing Orli to cry out in a broken voice.  He gripped the head board harder, his hands wet with sweat and trembling with exertion, as Viggo began to jerk him off... this too was unhurried, long fingers kneading the hot flesh, feeling the contours, slipping over screaming skin, as he rhythmically thrust from behind, pushing himself deeper...deeper into Orlando’s body.

 

Orlando pushed himself backwards, his hands letting go of the metal, and reaching behind him searingly, desperately, wanting to feel Viggo’s body,  wanting to touch the steaming skin as it thrust against him and inside him and around him. 

 

He reached up, behind his head, and tangled his fingers into Viggo’s hair, pulling his head forward, lips searching...and finding, and losing themselves in a kiss... tasting Viggo’s tongue, and feeling Viggo’s sweat sheath his body... and suddenly, Orli knew he was going to come...

 

He pulled away from Viggo’s lips, his mouth open to voice a warning, but all that came out was a whisper...Viggo... and then he literally saw stars as his entire body spasmed, the air bursting from his lungs as he fell forward on to all fours, Viggo’s hand still squeezing, still caressing him, as if milking every drop from his body...Orli felt himself trembling, his mouth open in a silent cry, as the familiar heat bloomed inside him, and Viggo grunted, gutteral, animal-like, and collapsed forward.  Orlando took his full weight for a moment, until his arms gave out, and they both fell together onto the bed, limbs entangled, breath whistling from straining lungs...both of them exhausted and spent.

 

Orli lay in Viggo’s arms, dozing.  He felt tired, but almost unbearably happy.  He’d missed this.  He’d missed the fooling around, he’d missed the fucking, but most of all, he’d missed Viggo.  The way he felt when Viggo looked at him.  The crooked smile, and the mocking Elf boy.  He missed it all.

 

After a few moments, he sensed that Viggo was awake as well, and he turned to look at him.

 

“Hey,” he grinned.

 

“Hey back.”

 

“How long are you staying?”

 

Viggo sighed, and Orli’s heart sank.

 

“Gotta be back tomorrow, Orli.  I promised Henry.”

 

Orlando was silent for a while, fighting down the wave of disappointment that threatened to engulf him and ruin the moment.

 

“So... you just flew in for one day?”

 

“I told you I had to give you your birthday present.”

 

Orli pulled himself up and looked down at Viggo.  He understood.  He had known back in New Zealand, and he knew now.  This was how it had to be.  And that was OK.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly to Viggo’s.

 

“I love you...filthy human...y’know that?”

 

Viggo’s smile was all he needed and he curled up again against the broad chest, closed his eyes and dozed.

 

Viggo stayed awake, watching him.  He liked the new look Orli.  The wild curls, the goatee.   But let’s face it- he liked the old Orli as well... it was just that he knew how things had to be.  A twenty six year old actor with a long future ahead of him.  A long time in the spotlight.  A long time under the microscope.  Surprise visits and secret meetings were all he could offer... until Orli found someone else.  And Orli would find someone else.  It was inevitable.

 

“I love you too, elf boy,” he whispered around the lump in his throat.

 

Orli snored gently in reply.

 

 

Kevswitchau 2003

 

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