FIC: Long Distance Love 1/1 (NC-17)
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rugbytackleTitle: Long Distance Love
Author: jenolas
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SB/VM
Summary: Orlando brings a surprise for Viggo to movie night.
Warning: Adult content.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and so it is not true, nothing in this story ever happened. I make no claim as to the sexual preferences of the men.
A/N: This is actually the first RPS fic I ever wrote.
Long Distance Love
Shooting had wrapped early for the weekend, and by mutual consent, it was decided that it was Viggo’s turn to host the fellowship movie evening. Of course it was not quite the fellowship any more, Viggo thought with an aching sadness in his heart for the one they all missed. ‘Their’ Boromir, and more importantly, ‘his’ Sean had finished filming and returned to England several weeks ago. The absence of their friend was keenly felt by all. More so by Orlando who had shared a trailer when on location with his ‘northern bastard’ mate, and especially by Viggo who had shared his bed. That he and Sean were close friends was a given, that they were lovers was a secret they had wanted to keep to themselves.
Along with a fridge filled with copious amounts of beer and harder liquor for the more discerning members of the group, movie night naturally meant the TV and video player were also required. Therein lay Viggo’s current dilemma. The latter was no problem, the video remote control was sitting in plain view on top of the unit, but where the fuck he had put the one for the TV?
Viggo stood in the middle of his living room, one hand on his hip, the other threading through his hair in frustration as he tried to recall the last time he had used it. Certainly not since Sean had left, for he had spent the infrequent spare time he had from his hectic filming schedule working on his paintings or his poetry… or more importantly, having incredibly hot phone sex every possible night with his lover. Moving his hand from his hair to adjust the uncomfortable hardness in his jeans that merely the thought what that wickedly seductive voice could do to him from thousands of miles away, Viggo’s eyes lit with a smoky blue spark at another memory.
The last game he and Sean had watched together was the night before his love left. They had curled up together on the sofa, sharing soft kisses and tender caresses that became more intense as the time of their separation drew closer. Viggo had grimaced slightly when he felt a hardness pressing into his back that had nothing to do with his and Sean’s erections which were currently involved in their own erotic dance with each other as their hips ground sensuously together. He reached under his body to remove the hard plastic rectangle that was the cause of his discomfort. Without taking his lips from Sean’s, he flicked the off button and threw the object unceremoniously across the floor. The game was forgotten as he and Sean made slow, passionate love, becoming one with their bodies, and screaming promises of forever as they came together. Spent and utterly sated they had fallen asleep, only to awaken a few hours later at the buzzing insistence of the alarm clock.
Just as a different but equally insistent and irritating sound was now drawing him reluctantly out of his pleasant daydream. After a few moments a still very aroused Viggo realised that it was not the alarm, but the phone that he could hear. With a sigh of frustration, he unzipped his jeans to relieve the pressure of the fabric on his aching hardness as he made his way to the bedroom, reaching the phone just before the answering machine kicked in.
“Ah… hello?” he managed to stutter, still distracted by the ache in his groin, and allowing himself to rub it slowly to try and relieve the tension.
“Are you okay, love?” the much loved voice on the end of the line asked.
“I am now, Sean. God I needed to hear your voice right now,” he replied as he kicked off his jeans and stretched out on the bed. "Put your headphones on Sean," Viggo whispered in his most seductive bedroom voice as he did likewise. He smiled as he heard Sean's breath catch and could almost feel the vibrations of his lover's needy moan.
"Already have, love. So is there something I can do for you? Aside from coming over there and fucking you through the mattress?” Sean asked not masking his own hunger and need to do just that, nor his regret that he could not.
“Well, that would definitely be my first choice. I have a ‘hard’ problem to deal with and am expecting a houseful of fellowship friends in a few minutes.” Viggo replied, silently cursing the fact.
“Seems like you will have to take the ‘problem’ into your own hands, I’m sorry to say. Are you doing that, Viggo? Are you stroking your fingers slowly up and down every inch if that gorgeous cock of yours?” The silky, seductive voice whispered down the line.
“Mmmm… yes, are you?” Viggo moaned softly in reply, never more grateful than at times like this for the invention of 'hands free' technology.
“Aye, and fondling my balls, rolling them around the way you like to… oh. Yes… let me hear you Vig… " Sean’s deep thorated groans of pleasure set Viggo’s desire aflame.
“God… fuck that…feels….good…. so close already!” On opposite sides of the world, two pairs of hands began moving faster as hips, desparate to gain more friction, thrust up and down in a matching rhythym.
“Christ… I miss you…want you…love you…” The breathless gasps that accompanied the words told Viggo his lover was at the edge.
“Love you… come… with… me… SEAN!!!”
“VIGGO!” Thick white threads of seed covered Viggo’s hand and chest as he came hard at the sound of Sean’s climax. “OK now, love?” Sean asked after both had taken a few moments to catch their breaths.
“I would be better if I could kiss you and hold you in my arms,” Viggo replied, stifling a yawn. For all that they enjoyed their phone sex, and the gentle and sometimes not so gentle lovemaking when they were together, they both loved an aftermath filled with tenderness and affection, and waking together in the morning.
“Well, I hear I might be coming back for reshoots, and if not, then we will make the time to be together,” Sean replied with determination in his voice.
“That we will, “ Viggo promised allowing Sean to hear his groan of displeasure at the sound of raucous laughter and pounding on the door. “Sean, I have to go… I hear the hobbit invasion at the door. Call me as soon as you can.”
“I will. Love you Vig.”
“Love you, Sean.” Viggo reluctantly put the phone aside, then quickly cleaned and dressed himself before going to meet his guests.
“Hey Viggo, I have a special surprise for you,” Orlando said waving a videocassette above his head.
“Not some elf-hobbit porn, I hope?” Viggo said warily accepting the tape. Several heads shook with denial.
“Nothing pornographic about a little good loving,” Dom enlightened them all.
“Besides, he only borrowed that video camera because he wanted in the cameraman’s pants,” Billy scoffed. Orlando cuffed his ear and then joined in the laughter.
“Worked for me," he said with a smirk before turning back to Viggo. "This is not porn. I will have you know me mum sent it to me,"Orlando declared snatching the video back and managing to look genuinely affronted.
“Of course your mother would not send anything inappropriate," the father in Viggo agreed. Orlando smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, it's something she taped off the telly, the BBC no less.”
“Really? And what program might that be?” Ian asked with mild interest. He was not a regular television watcher by any means, but enjoyed the occasional diversion.
“A documentary on the British Film Industry that features an interview with Sean.” Orlando replied grinning smugly when Viggo’s eyes widened with surprise.
“Is that documentary one he mentioned doing not long after he arrived home?” Viggo asked distractedly as he cast his eyes around the room, resuming his very pleasantly interrupted search for the missing remote control.
"Yeah, I asked him to let mum know when it would be aired so we could all see it," Orlando explained, pleased to see the delight in Viggo's eyes, not realising it had nothing to do with Sean's interview. In fact he had suddenly remembered where the object he was seeking might be found and he bent down to reach under his armchair where he decided the TV remote had most likely ended up that day.
“Nice view, Viggo,” Elijah teased, swatting the upraised behind playfully. Viggo’s grin of triumph at having found the elusive device dissolved into a feigned glare of annoyance. Before he could tell Elijah to keep his hands off (Sean’s property, he added silently), Ian spoke up.
“I’d stick to hobbits if I were you, little one, that is likely more ass than you can handle,” he commented with a knowing wink at Viggo who accepted that at least one person knew he and Sean were lovers. Although they had not openly admitted their relationship, and had been able to keep their secret from their younger colleagues, such was not the case with the far more worldly and experienced Sir Ian who read them both easily. The elder Brit had not spoken of his suspicions, or facts as he regarded his knowledge, but he was very discrete and could be trusted to keep his silence.
“Drinks anyone?” Dom asked. He and Billy had raided the fridge and brought a round of everyone’s favourites. As soon as all were settled either on the sofa or the floor, Viggo turned the remote control over to Orlando who was sitting beside him. The first part of the documentary dealt with a brief history of the British Film Industry and was watched with interest by all, as were the following interviews with several high profile actors and directors.
“Sean is on next,” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear. Cheers, and whistles went up around the room, causing much laughter when Sean was introduced and nothing he was saying could be heard over the din. Orlando stopped the tape and rewound it, then held up his hand demanding silence. “I am sure Sean would appreciate the enthusiasm were he here, but let’s be quiet now and hear what the Northern bastard has to say, yeah?”
"The boy is looking good, is he not?" Ian whispered into Viggo's ear as they watched Sean take his seat.
"Hmm...very," Viggo mumrmured, unable to take his eyes from the beloved face on the screen.
The interview began with a few clips of Sean’s work, and questions related to the various films as well as the ‘Sharpe’ series. Viggo could answer most of the questions himself, he had heard them so often, so rather than listen, he simply drank in every precious moment of seeing his lover.
Sean was not as nervous as he often was in interviews, and the more relaxed atmosphere leant a softness to his features that made Viggo yearn to touch, kiss and lick the every inch of skin. He was also very grateful that he had the foresight to be wearing an overly long, loose sweatshirt. As long as he remained seated, his reaction to seeing Sean would be known only to him and his aching groin.
“And what did you think of your fellow countrymen on the ‘Rings’ project?” the interviewer asked, the word ‘Rings’ catching Viggo’s attention.
“Well, I would not presume to comment on the skills of the more experienced actors, for whom I hold much respect, nor do I consider myself in their league. Suffice it to say they taught us all much and their accolades are well earned.” Sean replied with sincerity.
“Sean is too modest, but quite correct in part,” Sir Ian commented with mock arrogance as was his style.
“How did you find Orlando Bloom, surely a rising young star?” Was the next question.
“Aye, these movies are our Orlando’s first major role, and the kid is not only handsome, but talented as well. He has the makings of a star and I am proud to have worked with him,” Sean said, the gleam in his eyes obvious affection for the younger man.
“Seanie loves me!” Orlando declared, dancing around the room, his eyes suspiciously moist on hearing the praise of an actor he admired greatly.
“In fact the whole cast was an incredible bunch of fine and talented actors,” Sean added. More cheers from the live audience and shouts of “Seanie loves us all!”
“And you were also close friends with Aragorn… Er…Viggo Mortensen, I believe.” Another standard question.
“Aye, Viggo and I are friends,” Sean nodded, glancing briefly at the camera. Viggo tried to suppress a needy moan at the brief glimmer of love and desire that darkened the emerald depths as he spoke his lover’s name. It almost seemed as if Sean was looking directly at Viggo, deliberately seducing him with the briefest flick of tongue across his lips and a fiery flash of lust in his eyes. The memory of how that warm, moist flesh felt on his skin sent tendrils of white hot fire directly to Viggo’s groin. The moment lasted less than a heartbeat and then Sean turned his attention back to the interviewer. Looking around the room with concern, Viggo was relieved to see that no one, except Sir Ian and his knowing smirk, seemed to have noticed anything.
No one else, Viggo soon discovered, other than a very perceptive Orlando, who, when he rose to put the movie on,leant down to whisper in Viggo’s ear.
“You old geezers can't fool me, Vig. I know our Sean really well after sharing a trailer with him and all. I don't doubt he loves us as friends, but there's no denying he is sooo in love with you.”
The smile that lit Viggo's eyes was answer enough.
Author: jenolas
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SB/VM
Summary: Orlando brings a surprise for Viggo to movie night.
Warning: Adult content.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and so it is not true, nothing in this story ever happened. I make no claim as to the sexual preferences of the men.
A/N: This is actually the first RPS fic I ever wrote.
Long Distance Love
Shooting had wrapped early for the weekend, and by mutual consent, it was decided that it was Viggo’s turn to host the fellowship movie evening. Of course it was not quite the fellowship any more, Viggo thought with an aching sadness in his heart for the one they all missed. ‘Their’ Boromir, and more importantly, ‘his’ Sean had finished filming and returned to England several weeks ago. The absence of their friend was keenly felt by all. More so by Orlando who had shared a trailer when on location with his ‘northern bastard’ mate, and especially by Viggo who had shared his bed. That he and Sean were close friends was a given, that they were lovers was a secret they had wanted to keep to themselves.
Along with a fridge filled with copious amounts of beer and harder liquor for the more discerning members of the group, movie night naturally meant the TV and video player were also required. Therein lay Viggo’s current dilemma. The latter was no problem, the video remote control was sitting in plain view on top of the unit, but where the fuck he had put the one for the TV?
Viggo stood in the middle of his living room, one hand on his hip, the other threading through his hair in frustration as he tried to recall the last time he had used it. Certainly not since Sean had left, for he had spent the infrequent spare time he had from his hectic filming schedule working on his paintings or his poetry… or more importantly, having incredibly hot phone sex every possible night with his lover. Moving his hand from his hair to adjust the uncomfortable hardness in his jeans that merely the thought what that wickedly seductive voice could do to him from thousands of miles away, Viggo’s eyes lit with a smoky blue spark at another memory.
The last game he and Sean had watched together was the night before his love left. They had curled up together on the sofa, sharing soft kisses and tender caresses that became more intense as the time of their separation drew closer. Viggo had grimaced slightly when he felt a hardness pressing into his back that had nothing to do with his and Sean’s erections which were currently involved in their own erotic dance with each other as their hips ground sensuously together. He reached under his body to remove the hard plastic rectangle that was the cause of his discomfort. Without taking his lips from Sean’s, he flicked the off button and threw the object unceremoniously across the floor. The game was forgotten as he and Sean made slow, passionate love, becoming one with their bodies, and screaming promises of forever as they came together. Spent and utterly sated they had fallen asleep, only to awaken a few hours later at the buzzing insistence of the alarm clock.
Just as a different but equally insistent and irritating sound was now drawing him reluctantly out of his pleasant daydream. After a few moments a still very aroused Viggo realised that it was not the alarm, but the phone that he could hear. With a sigh of frustration, he unzipped his jeans to relieve the pressure of the fabric on his aching hardness as he made his way to the bedroom, reaching the phone just before the answering machine kicked in.
“Ah… hello?” he managed to stutter, still distracted by the ache in his groin, and allowing himself to rub it slowly to try and relieve the tension.
“Are you okay, love?” the much loved voice on the end of the line asked.
“I am now, Sean. God I needed to hear your voice right now,” he replied as he kicked off his jeans and stretched out on the bed. "Put your headphones on Sean," Viggo whispered in his most seductive bedroom voice as he did likewise. He smiled as he heard Sean's breath catch and could almost feel the vibrations of his lover's needy moan.
"Already have, love. So is there something I can do for you? Aside from coming over there and fucking you through the mattress?” Sean asked not masking his own hunger and need to do just that, nor his regret that he could not.
“Well, that would definitely be my first choice. I have a ‘hard’ problem to deal with and am expecting a houseful of fellowship friends in a few minutes.” Viggo replied, silently cursing the fact.
“Seems like you will have to take the ‘problem’ into your own hands, I’m sorry to say. Are you doing that, Viggo? Are you stroking your fingers slowly up and down every inch if that gorgeous cock of yours?” The silky, seductive voice whispered down the line.
“Mmmm… yes, are you?” Viggo moaned softly in reply, never more grateful than at times like this for the invention of 'hands free' technology.
“Aye, and fondling my balls, rolling them around the way you like to… oh. Yes… let me hear you Vig… " Sean’s deep thorated groans of pleasure set Viggo’s desire aflame.
“God… fuck that…feels….good…. so close already!” On opposite sides of the world, two pairs of hands began moving faster as hips, desparate to gain more friction, thrust up and down in a matching rhythym.
“Christ… I miss you…want you…love you…” The breathless gasps that accompanied the words told Viggo his lover was at the edge.
“Love you… come… with… me… SEAN!!!”
“VIGGO!” Thick white threads of seed covered Viggo’s hand and chest as he came hard at the sound of Sean’s climax. “OK now, love?” Sean asked after both had taken a few moments to catch their breaths.
“I would be better if I could kiss you and hold you in my arms,” Viggo replied, stifling a yawn. For all that they enjoyed their phone sex, and the gentle and sometimes not so gentle lovemaking when they were together, they both loved an aftermath filled with tenderness and affection, and waking together in the morning.
“Well, I hear I might be coming back for reshoots, and if not, then we will make the time to be together,” Sean replied with determination in his voice.
“That we will, “ Viggo promised allowing Sean to hear his groan of displeasure at the sound of raucous laughter and pounding on the door. “Sean, I have to go… I hear the hobbit invasion at the door. Call me as soon as you can.”
“I will. Love you Vig.”
“Love you, Sean.” Viggo reluctantly put the phone aside, then quickly cleaned and dressed himself before going to meet his guests.
“Hey Viggo, I have a special surprise for you,” Orlando said waving a videocassette above his head.
“Not some elf-hobbit porn, I hope?” Viggo said warily accepting the tape. Several heads shook with denial.
“Nothing pornographic about a little good loving,” Dom enlightened them all.
“Besides, he only borrowed that video camera because he wanted in the cameraman’s pants,” Billy scoffed. Orlando cuffed his ear and then joined in the laughter.
“Worked for me," he said with a smirk before turning back to Viggo. "This is not porn. I will have you know me mum sent it to me,"Orlando declared snatching the video back and managing to look genuinely affronted.
“Of course your mother would not send anything inappropriate," the father in Viggo agreed. Orlando smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, it's something she taped off the telly, the BBC no less.”
“Really? And what program might that be?” Ian asked with mild interest. He was not a regular television watcher by any means, but enjoyed the occasional diversion.
“A documentary on the British Film Industry that features an interview with Sean.” Orlando replied grinning smugly when Viggo’s eyes widened with surprise.
“Is that documentary one he mentioned doing not long after he arrived home?” Viggo asked distractedly as he cast his eyes around the room, resuming his very pleasantly interrupted search for the missing remote control.
"Yeah, I asked him to let mum know when it would be aired so we could all see it," Orlando explained, pleased to see the delight in Viggo's eyes, not realising it had nothing to do with Sean's interview. In fact he had suddenly remembered where the object he was seeking might be found and he bent down to reach under his armchair where he decided the TV remote had most likely ended up that day.
“Nice view, Viggo,” Elijah teased, swatting the upraised behind playfully. Viggo’s grin of triumph at having found the elusive device dissolved into a feigned glare of annoyance. Before he could tell Elijah to keep his hands off (Sean’s property, he added silently), Ian spoke up.
“I’d stick to hobbits if I were you, little one, that is likely more ass than you can handle,” he commented with a knowing wink at Viggo who accepted that at least one person knew he and Sean were lovers. Although they had not openly admitted their relationship, and had been able to keep their secret from their younger colleagues, such was not the case with the far more worldly and experienced Sir Ian who read them both easily. The elder Brit had not spoken of his suspicions, or facts as he regarded his knowledge, but he was very discrete and could be trusted to keep his silence.
“Drinks anyone?” Dom asked. He and Billy had raided the fridge and brought a round of everyone’s favourites. As soon as all were settled either on the sofa or the floor, Viggo turned the remote control over to Orlando who was sitting beside him. The first part of the documentary dealt with a brief history of the British Film Industry and was watched with interest by all, as were the following interviews with several high profile actors and directors.
“Sean is on next,” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear. Cheers, and whistles went up around the room, causing much laughter when Sean was introduced and nothing he was saying could be heard over the din. Orlando stopped the tape and rewound it, then held up his hand demanding silence. “I am sure Sean would appreciate the enthusiasm were he here, but let’s be quiet now and hear what the Northern bastard has to say, yeah?”
"The boy is looking good, is he not?" Ian whispered into Viggo's ear as they watched Sean take his seat.
"Hmm...very," Viggo mumrmured, unable to take his eyes from the beloved face on the screen.
The interview began with a few clips of Sean’s work, and questions related to the various films as well as the ‘Sharpe’ series. Viggo could answer most of the questions himself, he had heard them so often, so rather than listen, he simply drank in every precious moment of seeing his lover.
Sean was not as nervous as he often was in interviews, and the more relaxed atmosphere leant a softness to his features that made Viggo yearn to touch, kiss and lick the every inch of skin. He was also very grateful that he had the foresight to be wearing an overly long, loose sweatshirt. As long as he remained seated, his reaction to seeing Sean would be known only to him and his aching groin.
“And what did you think of your fellow countrymen on the ‘Rings’ project?” the interviewer asked, the word ‘Rings’ catching Viggo’s attention.
“Well, I would not presume to comment on the skills of the more experienced actors, for whom I hold much respect, nor do I consider myself in their league. Suffice it to say they taught us all much and their accolades are well earned.” Sean replied with sincerity.
“Sean is too modest, but quite correct in part,” Sir Ian commented with mock arrogance as was his style.
“How did you find Orlando Bloom, surely a rising young star?” Was the next question.
“Aye, these movies are our Orlando’s first major role, and the kid is not only handsome, but talented as well. He has the makings of a star and I am proud to have worked with him,” Sean said, the gleam in his eyes obvious affection for the younger man.
“Seanie loves me!” Orlando declared, dancing around the room, his eyes suspiciously moist on hearing the praise of an actor he admired greatly.
“In fact the whole cast was an incredible bunch of fine and talented actors,” Sean added. More cheers from the live audience and shouts of “Seanie loves us all!”
“And you were also close friends with Aragorn… Er…Viggo Mortensen, I believe.” Another standard question.
“Aye, Viggo and I are friends,” Sean nodded, glancing briefly at the camera. Viggo tried to suppress a needy moan at the brief glimmer of love and desire that darkened the emerald depths as he spoke his lover’s name. It almost seemed as if Sean was looking directly at Viggo, deliberately seducing him with the briefest flick of tongue across his lips and a fiery flash of lust in his eyes. The memory of how that warm, moist flesh felt on his skin sent tendrils of white hot fire directly to Viggo’s groin. The moment lasted less than a heartbeat and then Sean turned his attention back to the interviewer. Looking around the room with concern, Viggo was relieved to see that no one, except Sir Ian and his knowing smirk, seemed to have noticed anything.
No one else, Viggo soon discovered, other than a very perceptive Orlando, who, when he rose to put the movie on,leant down to whisper in Viggo’s ear.
“You old geezers can't fool me, Vig. I know our Sean really well after sharing a trailer with him and all. I don't doubt he loves us as friends, but there's no denying he is sooo in love with you.”
The smile that lit Viggo's eyes was answer enough.
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Date: 2005-10-05 05:35 am (UTC)Your work?
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Date: 2005-10-05 08:34 am (UTC)Btw, nevanoon has made a lot of great manips! (And your´s is nice too - interesting and unusual style)
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Date: 2005-10-05 05:20 pm (UTC)I will check out the larger version, mebbe it will inspire a lil ficlit or sumthing..
They are such the hawtest OTP!!
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Date: 2005-10-04 02:07 pm (UTC)I loved the tale, so sweet and touching. And you just can not get away with any thing with Orlando and Ian around it seems that they always knows something. Hope to see more of your stories.
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Date: 2005-10-04 11:32 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about Orlando and Ian, but I find it easy to picture them being just so. I learned a great deal about the British humour, way of life ( including sexual mores and soccer!) after working for 15 years (the lone female)in workplace that consisted only of delightfully bawdy British men of a similar age range to the actors in LOTR, (but none were nowhere near as gorgeous, more's the pity).
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Date: 2005-10-04 08:03 pm (UTC)Fics taking us all back to the filming are precious and here you've created a lovely scene, complete with Sean's tongue, which is always a favorite *g*
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Date: 2005-10-04 11:42 pm (UTC)Yeah, that tongue...*sigh*
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Date: 2005-10-05 08:31 am (UTC)I liked this very much, it's an amazing first work!
Glad you've found your way to this community!
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