Free Time 1/?

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

For liars_dance and moldava

 

Title: Free Time 1/?
Pairing: VM/SB (implied)
Rating: R (just in case)
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them (as if), no profit, just fun.
Summary: Four day weekend.
Notes:  For liars_dance and moldava ~lbl~
Feedback: yes please...
Archive: rugbytackle, bean_uncensored, sons_of_gondor, Green Opals, OEAM, my LJ
Beta: None (all damage is mine *mwaaah*)

 

They had gone out, the two old men, cajoled by the elf and the hobbits, minus Sean Astin who was away with his family.  Everyone else their age had already departed for their long awaited weekend, leaving them stranded with the younger cast.
 
Sean had figured he could catch up on some gardening, maybe have a few beers with Viggo, get pissed, sleep in, relax. Viggo thought he could do some painting, photography, have a few brews with Sean, go home, and sleep in, just rest.
 
But no, the peanut gallery had other plans for them.  First they went to Viggo’s house banging on the door and bearing a case of beer. The elf and hobbits were dressed in the fashion of the day that was popular with the club circuit.
 
“Come on Vig; we’re going out,” they chorused. “We’re here to make sure you dress for the occasion.” 
 
“And what is the occasion pray tell?” Viggo said, holding the door open.
 
“Why the four day weekend,” said Orli, “We’re going to get pissed, and if you play your cards right...,” Orli waved his eyebrows at Viggo as his hand traced down the front of Viggo’s t-shirt. “Maybe you and I will get lucky and you can have me for the duration?” 
 
“Relax elf boy, I think you’re a little too young for me,” Viggo said with a flattered chuckle.
 
“We’ll see,” said Orli, not the least bit perturbed.
 
Elijah whacked Orli’s butt and said, “Come on Orli, stop harassing Viggo, Christ! You’re practically molesting him.”
 
“Yeah Orli,” said Dom, “you’re going to give him a heart attack, then we’ll spend our weekend in the hospital instead of out partying!”
 
“Hey! I resent that, I’m not that old,” said Viggo as he accepted the brew that Billy was passing around.
 
“No, you're not, that’s why we’re here,” said Billy, grinning at Viggo’s discomfiture, “Now come on, let’s see your wardrobe, show us what you have.”
 
They took hold of Viggo leading him to his bedroom.
 
“Now, you go and take a shower while we dig through your closet and see what we find,” said Dom.
 
“May I wash your back, Vig,” said Orli with a toothy grin.
 
“Orli!” said the hobbits in unison.
 
“What!” said Orli, pouting, “I just wanted to help?”
 
“Jesus, you’re such a horny elf!” said Billy. “Go ahead Vig, we have everything under control.”
 
“I’m going to see what crappy music you have and put some tunes on,” Elijah said.
 
Dom called out to Lij, “Bring back some beers, okay Lij.”
 
Viggo went into the bathroom locking the door, one never knew if a crazy mixed up elf might try something untoward.  He set the water temperature to warm while he brushed his teeth and trimmed his whiskers. Then he went into the shower and proceeded to lather his body with strawberry scented bath gel. As Viggo worked the lather into his chest and groin hairs; he could hear the laughter and snorting coming from the other side of the door. Cold shivers went down his back as he wondered what sort of trouble was brewing in his bedroom.
 
“Can you believe this shit!” said Dom.
 
“Now we know why he only wears t-shirts and jeans,” snorted Lij passing the beers around.
 
“Hey, that’s not nice,” said Orli, “There has to be something here we can use.”
 
“You’d see him in anything,” said Billy.
 
“Better yet in nothing,” said Dom.
 
“Yeah, you only want to bang him,” Lij snickered.
 
“That’s shag, and what’s wrong with that,” said Orli.
 
“He’s almost old enough to be your dad that’s what,” said Lij.
 
“Well what’s wrong with going for the older sophisticated bloke,” said Orli.
 
The hobbits were beside themselves laughing and snorting in a mélange of hysterics on the bed.
 
“What?” Orli said.
 
“Viggo sophisticated,” the hobbits chortled.
 
“Yeah, you’re right,” laughed Orli, “Let’s see what he has in here.”
 
They invaded Viggo’s closet throwing things aside as useless. Then in the back of the closet they came across a pair of black pants 70% cotton with 30% spandex, boot cut. On the floor beneath the pants was a pair of calf high black leather boots. The hobbits and the elf all looked at each other, raising their eyebrows, and giving off low sexy whistles.
 
“Wow, what else do you think he has hidden away?” said Dom.
 
“Let’s look,” said Orli, “Oh ho, look at this!”
 
The hobbits turned as one to look, and were amazed to see Orli holding up a very sexy
midnight blue silk shirt. It was collarless, waist length, and long sleeved. It was also double breasted with only three silk covered buttons on either side of the midriff to hold it closed. It would then drape open at the chest exposing Viggo’s chest hairs. The shirt had matching silk buttons at the wrist portion of the loose sleeves; both to hold the sleeves in place and allow them to flow.
 
“Who do you think Viggo was saving this for?” said Lij opening his eyes wide.
 
“Me, us I mean,” said Orli all starry eyed, “This is what he is going to wear tonight, and his objections will not be allowed.”
 
“Go get us some more beer, Lij,” said Dom. 
 
“Me, why me?” said Lij.
 
“Because you’re so sweet,” said Billy.
 
“And you taste so good,” said Dom as he attacked Lij’s neck.
 
“Okay, okay, stop,” said Lij, “I’m going! I’m going!”
 
By the time viggo was done with his shower, the elf and the hobbits were sporting mischievous grins and a nice buzz. Viggo came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, smelling of fresh strawberries, he looked at the clothes adorning his bed flabbergasted.
 
“Hey Vig, perfect timing,” said Orli, “See what we found.”
 
Viggo walked up to the bed and thumbed the clothes. He rubbed his jaw, losing himself in his thoughts. “Okay, I’ll wear them,” he said.
 
“That was easy,” said Dom, “we thought we’d have to get Orli to hold you down while we dressed you.”
 
“I could help you get dressed Vig,” said Orli, in a throaty sexy voice.
 
“Ah, no thanks,” said Viggo, grabbing his pants and retreating into the bathroom. ‘Oh boy,’ he thought, ‘I guess the time has come to go for broke.’ Viggo took the towel off and threw it over the towel rack.
 
He put his pants on without underwear; the pants had an extra layer of cloth not visible from the outside, where Viggo could rest his cock without it looking bulking. He zipped up his pants watching in the mirror as the seams disappeared.
 
His abdomen was taut accentuating his six pack, and his ass was the perfect definition of gluteus maximus. His hips were narrow and his legs were long. His thighs were strong and his calved were well defined. He looked like he was poured in to his pants yet they moved with him without constricting his gait.
 
Viggo put hair tonic on his head massaging it through. Then he combed his hair and put it in a pony tail with a black leather tie bearing a flat deep blue crystal on a silver bezel. Looking in the mirror Viggo applied a thin coat of clear lip-gloss to his lips bringing out the reddish tone.
 
When Viggo came back out of the bathroom for the second time the elf and the hobbits were looking at him slack jawed, Viggo was so handsome, and there was no trace left of the earlier scruffiness.
 
“My God Vig,” said Dom, “Did you put those pants on or did you paint them on?”
 
Sporting a curious smile he grabbed his socks and boots and put them on. Finally he put on his shirt and buttoned it. His eyes sparkled and glittered with the color tones of his attire. Looking at the elf and the hobbits with one brow cocked and a small grin playing on his lips he twirled in a slow circle with his arms outstretched.
 
Orli dived on him and had to be pulled back and restrained by the hobbits.
 
Billy whispered, “Viggo, you’re gorgeous.”
 
“More than gorgeous,” said Lij in awe.
 
Orli struggled to get free, but before he could Viggo walked up to him and cupped Orli’s jaw, and with a compassionate look in his eyes and a hint of command in his voice he said softly, “No.” Orli’s shoulders drooped, but he nodded his head in defeat.
 
Viggo stepped back and with a wicked grin said, “Gentlemen, shall we go see to Sean?   

             

Comments

[ribby.livejournal.com]

Wow... *jaw drops* that *outfit*! Whooo.... now I can't wait to see Sean's reaction, and what *he's* wearing. Fun!

~Kris

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Isn't that outfit great, I could just see him glide in to your icon! ;-D

[hithluin.livejournal.com]

*goes slack-jawed*

*drops to knees and prays* Please let Sean wear something hunter green, please let Sean wear something hunter green!

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

*heehee* I haven't thought about an outfit for Ken Sean yet, But I can do hunter green, bring out his eyes, something that moves 'cause he's going dancing!*yummy*